Me: Okay brain, we got the next fic of one stop soup shop done. We can take another break on it, and when we come back, we can start with the next fic in order, right?
“Oh great,” Tim said with a hysterical bubble of laughter. “Jason’s a vampire now. That’s great. Cool. Has he, um, has he been once since he came out of his grave? Wait— is that why he came out of his grave?”
Jason weakly flicked Tim off.
“What! You are literately drinking blood right now! Excuse me for making leaps of logic.”
“Okay Tim,” Dick said, lightly shoving at Tim. “Why don’t you go get Jason’s first aid kit from his bathroom and take a few deep breaths while you’re at it.”
“Don’t act like I’m being the weird one!” Tim said. He did stand though, because okay, yeah, the first aid kit was important. Jason was still bleeding out, even if he was also, er, taking blood in. “You’re the freak for being so calm about this! How are you being so calm.”
“Years of being a big brother,” Dick said with a terrifyingly serene smile.
“You are so fucked up. All of you all,” Tim said, motioning to the group on the now bloody floor as he walked to the bathroom, “are so fucked up.”
“Love you too, baby bird!”
Danny was just giggling.
“The laughter doesn’t really help,” Tim heard Dick say even from the bathroom.
“Know I’m fucked up,” Danny replied cheerfully.
What even was their life at this point?
