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ow :'(

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𝗦𝗵𝗶𝗽 (𝗶𝗳 𝗮𝗻𝘆): n/a

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 1264

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: Dick and Damian get into a fight.

jason - 19

dick - 16

damian - 12

𝗧𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: n/a

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Damian was in a bad mood. A horrible, terrible, very bad mood. There was really no reason why. He was tired, he was irritable, and he was pissed at Bruce for making him stay home from patrol. Okay, so maybe there was a reason why. Bruce. It was all Bruce's fault— as always.

"What's up, Lil' D?" Dick playfully ruffled the tween's hair on his way back up to his room, whereas Damian was heading downstairs to argue with his father more.

"Absolutely nothing is up, Grayson, and I do not appreciate the implication that it is," Damian growled.

Dick turned around, eyebrow cocked, "Everything okay, Dami?"

Damian glared at the older boy, "How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that?"

Dick was worried now. He inched closer to the twelve-year-old, kneeling down in front of him, "What's going on, kid?"

"Nothing is going on, Grayson!" Damian shoved his older brother back. "Just go back to your room and leave me alone!"

Dick searched the depths of Damian's green eyes, "Are you okay, lil' bro?"

"I'm not your little brother!" Damian exploded, pushing Dick back so hard that he fell on his ass. "We aren't related even in the slightest! You're only here because Father took pity on you as a child! You're his charity case! I have no responsibility to you and you have none to me!"

"Damian-" Dick looked like he'd been slapped.

"Leave me alone, Richard!" Damian yelled. "Or I'll ship you back to the detention center myself!"

Dick was completely silent, a shocked look on his face. Finally, he managed a nod and hurried to turn and leave.

Damian, feeling quite accomplished that he finally got his brother to leave him alone, turned and started back on his original mission, having no idea the damage he'd just done.

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"Damian?" Bruce knocked on his youngest's door later that night. He poked his head in the door and looked around as if searching for something.

"What?" Damian growled, not even bothering to look up from his book.

"Is Dick in here?" Bruce asked. "I haven't seen him since this afternoon. I just want to make sure he didn't get caught up in studying and forget to eat again."

Damian scoffed, still quite angry from the encounter with his brother earlier. "Why do you feel the need to baby him? He's nearly grown."

Bruce looked over at the boy with raised eyebrows at this, "Ironic from the kid that enforces Dick's bedtime. What's going on? Did you guys get in a fight?"

"There was no fight," Damian stated dryly. "He would not leave me alone so I merely told him the harsh truth in a loud tone."

Bruce furrowed his brow, moving closer to his youngest, "Wait, what happened? And, please, speak in normal person english."