The angst of the Red Robin

Chapter 4

Dick sat in the living room with Damian and Jason, while Alfred talked to Tim in the other room. Jason slammed a cup of tea down in front of Dick. He smirked.

"Drink up, motherfucker. You got a job to do!" he sneered. Dick rolled his eyes.

"Don't you have something better to do, Jason?" Jason nodded vigorously.

"Yes, I get to be the big brother you never acted like. You know, I stopped that kid from killing himself, because you wouldn't listen to him. His mission to find Bruce has been the only thing keeping him going. And when Bruce also throws him aside, I'll be there to pick up the pieces. Just like I did when you threw him aside." Dick jumped up.

"What the hell do you want from me, Jason? To apologize? To feel like shit? That's the only thing I can do! There is literally nothing else I can do!" Jason grabbed the collar of his shirt.

"You can listen, and hear what the babybird has to say." Jason growled, a deep green flashed over his eyes. "Because he has more than enough to say. And you are just making this about you, just like you always have!" Damian grabbed Jason's arm.

"While we both understand that, Todd, Grayson just doesn't know how to take a step forward." Dick glared at his youngest brother.

"Don't out me like that!" Jason shook off the kid.

"No, Dildo, you need someone to call you out on your shit! Because no one else fucking will!" 

"Well, I'm sorry that I'm not-"

"Young Masters!" Alfred snapped. The three looked over cautiously. "Did you forget that you are in someone else's home? This is completely disrespectful, and I will not have it!" Dick and Damian flinched, but Jason gave Alfred a nod.

"Thank you, Alfie." Alfred huffed in annoyance, and walked back into Tim's tech room. Jason glared at Dick. "I don't care what you say, or how you act like you care, if I hear one word, I won't hesitate to-"

"Master Jason!" Alfred reprimanded from the other room. Jason just shot Dick a darker glare. Damian rolled his eyes.

"Todd, are there any actual animals here?" Jason's glared slightly softened.

"No kid, I'm thinking about getting a German Shepard though. I'll just have to run it by Timmy in there." Damian nodded to Jason respectfully. Dick sat down on the couch with a huff.

"I just don't get where I went wrong? It makes no sense." Jason's fury rose.

"Dick, get the fuck out. Now." Tim and Alfred went silent in the other room. Dick stood up.

"And why should I? I'm trying to make things better, aren't I?" Jason clenched his fists.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Dick narrowed his eyes.

"I don't care what I did, what matters is that I want to-" Jason shoved him so hard, the couch fell backwards with him.

"Get the fuck out. This is your last fucking warning." Dick jumped up.

"No." Jason punched his older brother in the face, and Dick absorbed the blow. Dick wiped the blood from his lip.

"What the hell?" Dick shouted, Tim walked out to his living room, fury etched in his eyes.

"Dick, sit on the couch, and don't say a fucking word." Tim's angered voice thundered throughout the apartment. Dick glared at his younger, but did as he said. "Jason," said man turned to his little brother, inquisitively. "Can I talk to you?" he asked irritably. Jason rolled his eyes, but followed compliantly to Tim's room. Tim shut the door with an aggravated sigh

"Look, in my defense-"

"Are you ok?" Jason blinked, eyes in confusion.

"Well, no, but-" Tiny arms wrapped around Jason's midsection. Jason let out a puff of amusement, chin dropping on his younger brother's head. "What's this for, babybird?" Tim chuckled.

"I'm not mad at you, but I have it handled. He's not my brother, Jason, not anymore. Damian isn't either, they haven't earned that. You are my brother. You're my only brother." he muttered. Jason awkwardly pat Tim on the back.

"Erm, thanks I guess. But seriously, do we-"

"I have it handled. Just let me finish talking to Alfred, then they'll go. Why don't you stay in here, or go for a walk or something. I have it handled." Jason nodded hesitantly.

"Alright, but if you need me to shoot someone, you call me. Got it?" Tim nodded with a small laugh.

"Will do, Jay. I'll be back." Tim left the room, and shut the door behind him. Jason would be fine. He had a window if he wanted to cool off, and there's plenty of snacks in there. Alfred sadly smiled.

"Master Timothy, I think it would best be if we took our leave. We have already imposed enough." Tim walked over and gave Alfred a hug.

"You're never imposing, Alfred. I'm here if you need me as well. And about our plan. I know you disagree with it, but I seriously think that I should at least try-"

"Master Timothy." Alfred snapped. "That is a suicide mission, and you know it. And if you weren't able to save Master Bruce? Then you would have died a pointless death. Not that you should have died any death." Tim huffed.

"So I'll take that as a no?" Alfred pursed his lips. Dick stepped in.

"Wait. What are you planning on doing?" 

"Nothing that concerns you, Richard. Thank you for coming." Dick rolled his eyes. Tim turned to Damian, and handed him a flip phone. "I know that you can handle yourself, but if you ever need me, for some ridiculous reason, or if you ever want to talk, my number's in there. That phone is for you, not Dick. Got it?" Damian scowled, but nodded.

"Not that I'd ever need you, Drake, but.... thank you." the boy muttered. Tim nodded.