Jason lay on the ground with Dick and Tim in a circle, their heads in the center. A bag of Skittles was passed around, and it took a small amount of effort to not choke on the candy.
"What if I started my own drug empire?" Jason asked randomly.
"I'd use the basement in Drake manor for that," Tim replied in equal serious measures.
"Why?" Dick asked, genuinely curious.
"It's dark, and large. No one has a reason to go down there, either. You could make and store a lot of drugs in there. Then I'd hand them out to the socialites of Gotham because hen I can over price the drugs and get more money."
"Would that even work?"
"The rich haven't been subjected to many good dealers. If you can get them the drugs they want, then they won't sell you out, and you can scam them without making it seem like a scam."
"You've thought this out, haven't you?" Dick asked.
"I consistently walk a tightrope of Hero and criminal. I could easily fall into the criminal side of things if I wished."
"You're unhinged," Jason commented off-handedly. He grinned. "I like that."
"Thank you." Dick made a noise of concern. "You literally killed the Joker because he boasted about killing Jason then threatened to kill me, Dick. Don't act like you're normal either."
"He became Robin to get revenge on his parent's murderer," Bruce said as he passed by his three sons.
"And you're a fucking furry," Jason muttered under his breath, just loud enough for his siblings to hear.
They promptly broke into laughter.
