Batfamily One Shots.

Jason does not Have Enough Patience to be Doing this Shit yet Here he is Doing

Title: Jason does not Have Enough Patience to be Doing this Shit, yet Here he is. Doing the Shit.

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"Hello, this is Roy Harper of Todd Industries, how may I help you?" Roy said into the phone, glancing over at Jason and rolling his eyes. "Ah, Mr. Queen, I'm afraid Mr. Todd is busy that day, but I'm sure we can work you into his schedule."

Jason snickered, turning back to his computer and continuing his work. As much as he enjoyed Roy trolling his adoptive father, he really did need to get this paper work done. The fate of the world depended on it, according to Suzie.
He thought Suzie was being a dramatic bitch like usual but on the slim chance that she wasn't, he'd write anyway.

Oh the things he did for the world.

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"No. Absolutely not."

"But Jason-"

"Not happening." Jason said, crossing his arms and glaring at the much shorter boy that stood in front of him.

"You're no fun." Tim said, pouting.

"And you're a dumbass. I'm not giving you funds to shoot Lex Luther."

"But it won't even be a killing shot!" Tim whined, "Only to incapacitate!"

"I say yes." Roy spoke up front the corner.

"And you are also a dumbass. Now both of you, out, I've got shit to do."

Roy led Tim out of Jason's office, throwing an arm over his shoulder. "Don't worry, Timbit. I'll get you that money."

"NO!"

Roy cackled as he shut the door behind them.

Jason groaned.

These two were gonna be the death of him.

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"Are you sure you want to go with that one?" Roy asked, glancing over the paper in disdain.

"He's new. They can't possibly have corrupted him yet." Jason insisted.

Oh how wrong he was.

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"Mr. Wayne, please control your evil spawn." Jason said into the phone, eyeing the two in front of him with disdain.

Duke and Cass just smiled innocently at him.

"Which ones?" The older man asked, sighing.

"Duke and Cass."

Bruce huffed. "They're the good ones."

Jason hung up.

How are they the good ones?

Duke grinned, seeming to read Jason's mind. "We've tricked B into a false sense of security. He thinks we're sane. When actually we're far from it."

They cackled evilly as Jason rested his head in his hands, massaging his temples.

So much for not corrupting the new one. Jason should have listened to Roy.

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"So what's y'all's deal?" Stephanie asked, her legs swinging from her position on top of Jason's bookcase, ignoring his glare.

"Us?" Roy asked, blinking in confusion.

"Yeah. Dating? Married? Friends? Friends with benefits?"

"The hell, Blondie?" Jason exclaimed.

Steph grinned. "Ah. Unknowingly dating. Got it."

Jason kicked her out of his office.

Literally.

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"Tt."

Jason huffed at the familiar sound, closing his eyes as if to gain one semblance of normalcy.

"Todd, this is despicable." Damian said, holding up the leftovers of Jason and Roy's lunch with a twist of his nose.

"I think you mispronounced delicious." Jason said.

Damian glared at him.

Jason smirked.

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"Mr. Todd."

Jason grumbled under his breath, turning to face the man that had spoken.

"Mr. Sawyer! What can I do for ya?"

James Sawyer sighed. "You have a visitor. He's on floor 3."

Jason groaned. "Please tell me it isn't who I think it is."

Sawyer smirked. "That would ruin the surprise."

Jason glowered, heading towards the elevator.

"Jason!" Dick cheered, grinning.

"Dick." Jason sighed.

"Hey, you should give that doorman a raise, what's his name? Sawyer? Yeah, him! That guy's the best!!"

Jason's eye twitched. "I'll get right on that."

"Great! Also the incapacitation of Lex Luther was a success! Don't worry though, we left your name out of it." with those words, Dick jumped out the window, whooping.

"What the actual fuck."

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Yay for writer's block finally leaving me the hell alone.

I hope you enjoyed this one shot, and be assured, more will come. I'll also be updating all of my WIPs, and possibly making a few Christmas stories with the bats.

Make sure to comment, because reading all the comments in my stories really helped with getting rid of the wretched thing known as writers block.