Jason hates everything about today.
The fact that he's been stuck with Tim Drake for most of it is absolutely a contributing factor, but that's a workable problem. He's been craving violence anyway.
But what should have been a bust so typical it would have been boring has become the worst take-the-tiny-version-of-yourself-to-work day in the fucking multiverse. (He'd laughed at Dick when he'd described Nite-mite to Jason. Let the record show that he regrets nothing; but he's getting a little bit of rue on nevertheless.)
"You might think Red Robin's hot now, but you have got to see this guy in action!" the fucking imp is cackling at Tim's tiny, grinning counterpart. Red-mite's jabbing a cartoonishly-sized, gloved thumb Jason's way, like a drag racer talking up his tricked out sports car.
Why does Tim get a precious little scamp with the most pinchable cheeks ever seen following him around, while Jason gets stuck with this sharp-toothed piece of shit? Jason's mini-me is a biter.
Tim is still smirking at him, clearly smug that he's got the better nigh-omnipotent fanboy. But Jason is interrupted before he can move this conversation along a more productive, getting-rid-of-the-inter-dimensional-parasites route.
"Do you think they'll kiss?" Tim's not-so-precious little scamp whispers gleefully, and between managing his own blue-screen, ERROR 404;; reaction to the words-- Jason at least gets the satisfaction of watching the pretender's face turn violently red as he chokes on that stupid smirk of his.
It's a good look on him.
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