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âOkay, hereâs what I have to know.â Bruce Wayne and Dick Grayson | Titans 2.02
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Dick Grayson is apart of a mommy blogger group where they trade child raising and health food tips, and nothing any of you say will convince me otherwise
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âFree babysitting, my ass. You put my babysitting skills to the test when you get too drunk on tequila shots.â Jason shot back immediately, reaching out to try to annoy Damian further when Dick shoved Tim and Damian further away from him. âThatâs just rude, really. Itâs my obligation to annoy the demon spawn over there.â He huffed.Â
âWhatever, Grayson. Have fun on your date.â Tim muttered, shooting Jason the bird as he was texting with the other hand.Â
âI wasnât even doing anything that time.â Jason huffed and shoved at the side of Timâs head petulantly.Â
Jason looked over at Dick and cracked a grin, âsure. Sounds good to me. I mean, I can pay for shit, but if you insist.â He quipped, squeezing Dickâs knee to try to make him squirm.Â
âAs great as this has been, Bruce. Weâre leaving now.â He announced loudly, clapping his hands together. âEnjoy the torture, children. Iâm out of here.â He waved off any attempt of Bruceâs to sway him to stay, not even knowing what the meeting was about in the first place.
Dick rolled his eyes and gave a sharp elbow to Jasonâs arm. âMaybe we donât talk about my alcohol habits in front of them,â he mock whispers. By the time everyone says their goodbyes (Jasonâs considerably less personal than Dickâs) Bruce is giving Dick reminders about checking a few buildings right outside of Gotham that he knows belong to Luther, and even Dick isnât listening. He hugged the two younger bat-boys and reassured Bruce that he will call him before his next patrol and then they were headed out of the manor.
âSo,â he started, pulling his jacket on over his hoodie, âAlfred actually sent a goon to come grab me after my mid-afternoon patrol, so Iâm two-seating with you. I assume you definitely donât have an extra helmet?â He laughed, allowing Jason to get on, then himself, arms wrapped tightly around Jasonâs chest. He had pulled on a cool little gadget that Bruce had made, glasses that turned into a visor to protect his eyes on his bike. âIf you throw me off of this, I will literally come back to haunt you, Todd.â
The ride to Giovanniâs wasnât a long one by any means, but it felt like forever with Jasonâs reckless weaving through Gotham streets. Dick tightened his arms at every turn, pressing a palm to Jasonâs chest. By the time they parked, Dick had the jitters. âYou are truly a psychopath.â
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âWhen isnât he?â Jason muttered, flopping down beside Dick on the bench. âI wasted gas for this shit, so it better be worth it.â He huffed, although he already knew that it wouldnât be save for seeing the others. And maybe to irritate Damien.Â
As Bruce ranted on about god only knows what, Jason stopped paying attention forever ago, he reached around Dickâs shoulder to flick at the back of Damienâs ear. The Wayne growled and shot a steely glare in Jasonâs direction, Jason merely grinning in that shit-eating way he always did.Â
âAre you asking me or are you asking Todd?â Tim asked, eyes glued to the screen of his phone. âBecause if itâs me then itâs to be a menace on society. Maybe get some coffee. Why?âÂ
Jason kicked out at Timâs ankle that was propped up on his thigh, sending him jerking forward. He let out a triumphant noise, knocking Timâs hand away when he tried to hit out at him in retribution. âIâm not doing shit. I think I might get something to go from that taco truck downtown and go home before I patrol tonight. What about you, Grayson?â
âChildren,â Dick reprimands them with swats to their muscular chests. Bruce doesnât seem concerned with any of their antics, more than likely used to the fact that itâs a near constant battle, raising four boys. âWell I was going to offer to take you over to Giovanniâs for real Italian and coffee, but I donât know if Iâm ready to babysit for free at this point in my life.â
Rolling his eyes, Dick pushed Tim and Damian further from Jasonâs outstretched arms and legs, a truly difficult feat considering how stupidly long they were. Damian uses Dickâs signature eyeroll and tries to pay attention to at least 25% of what Bruce is saying. âYou know Bruce is going to keep you, Tim-Tams. He wants to work on your reflexive skills. So this invitation is just for this jerk,â he pats Jasonâs shoulder as he gives Tim a reassuring smile that he doesnât even look up from his device to see.
Dick gives up after a long moment and looks back at Bruceâs second-oldest Robin. âSo, what do you say? My treat. I have an actual job, you know. That like... pays for stuff?â
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Jason pulled up on his motorcycle on the winding driveway that led up to Wayne manor. He parked it and turned the bike off, remaining sitting on it as he stared up at the looming house before him. He hated these stupid âhouse callsâ Bruce made and practically begged him, as much as one Bruce Wayne could, to come for the meeting. He only did it because he knew Dick would be hitting up his phone immediately after Bruce if he said no. He had a much harder time saying no to Dick than he did Bruce.Â
Heaving a heavy sigh, Jason pushed himself off of the motorcycle and headed up to the front door. He opened it without thought and shut it behind him once he stepped through the threshold.
âMaster Jason, nice to see you again.â Alfred greeted.
Jason cracked a wry smile and gave the butler, who was more of a father than Bruce was at time, a two finger salute. âSup, Alfred. Are they in the cave?â
âThey are indeed. Youâre last to arrive.â
âAre we surprised?â He quipped and nodded, heading down to the Bat Cave to see whatever Bruce was insisting on meeting for.
âAlright, you got me here, Bruce. What the hell do you need?â Jason asked upon entering the cave, hands stuffed in the pockets of his leather jacket. âSup, Drake. Demon Spawn.â He nodded toward Tim and Damien, his eyes pausing on Dick. âHey, Dick.â
Bruceâs constant pacing was more than exhausting, if Dick said so himself. The fact that Damien and Tim were still able to pay attention at all while simultaneously browsing the web on their phones was a surprise - even more so that Bruce didnât yell at them for the distractions - but it was even less of a surprise that Jason was late. He had a tendency for dramatic flare, and while it pissed Dick off as well as made him laugh, it certainly didnât improve Bruceâs mood.
âJason,â he greeted somewhat warmly, the mother-hen part of his brain proud that Jason agreed to wear any safety gear while on his bike at all. âGlad to see you show. Bruce is well on his way to an aneurysm.â Bruce growls at them both and Dick scoots over on the modern-looking bench theyâre perched upon to make room for the younger man.
Bruce, of course, began his âmeetingâ quickly, giving unnecessary feedback that the four of them rarely listened to, as headstrong as they all were, but Dick had a difficult time focusing, tight jean-clad thighs pressed neatly against Jasonâs.
With Bruceâs back turned, Dick quipped under his breath, âYouâd think that after so many months of all of this, heâd take the hint that most of us will just do as we please anyway.â His eyes darted to the âmostâ of their party, landing gently on Tim. âWhatâre you doing after this?â
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⢠dc comics edit: team R (richard âdickâ grayson - jason todd - damian wayne - tim drake)