Night-Shots (Oneshots)

Escaped Birdie - JayDick.

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Side Note: This is a Star wars Au. 

(Ages will be at the end of the chapter but I wasn't gonna bother putting a spotlight on them. I'm not sure how many of the characters I'll be using or mentioning, so, apologizes if I've aged someone who's not been used in this oneshot)

Ten Years after Order 66 was given out... 

(Order 66 is the order given out to the clones to kill all the Jedi's. It's when the Sith took over)

"Know your place, imbecile. Some of us weren't designed to be suicidal tools" Damian snarled out as he glared towards the clone while they were all standing around and squashed together in the back of the Marauder.

"Dami!" Dick scolded from where he was climbing down from the tail gun and receiving Tim's dropped tools since the younger rebel never liked going near the tail gun and often just told the rest how to repair anything in that area while lending his tools out to them. 

"Father never once spoke over a mere clone being a part of the team. I refuse to share any living space with him" Damian snapped back with his eyebrows angrily crunched together and his arms folded over his chest. 

"I'll happily throw you off this ship if you really don't want to be near me" Jason promised as he cracked a few of his knuckles and ready to open the door and throw him out if needed. 

"Jaybird is one of us. We can trust him. I trust him" Dick calmly replied as he dropped the lose tools back into the tool kit left on one of the bunks hanging from the side walls. 

"Not very reassuring, pretty birds. You see the good in everyone. The damn brat has his reasons to not trust me and that's mostly because we're strangers" Jason snorted back as he rolled his eyes and knowing he won't really trust anyone the guy trusted so openly. 

"Do you not remember what his type has done to my people before? They've slaughtered the Jedi because they're mindless puppets for the Sith" Damian yelled back in revengeful anger while glaring towards Jason. Not trusting the clone after so many of his mindless comrades had shot down the Jedi before. 

"Or they were until Emperor Ra's al Ghul disposed over them and voted for living soldiers who bestowed their loyalty to the empire" Tim added in without much thought from where he sat on the floor and fixing up some gadget that was picked up from a planet for his new side project. 

"Thanks for the reminder over a past I'd rather have left forgotten" Jason grumbled back as he sent a glare towards the coffee fuelled teammate.

"Be grateful that you're defective otherwise you'd be dead" Tim scoffed back as he lifted his gaze from the gadget to the muscle packed clone. 

"I've done the whole dying business and don't fancy trying it a second time but don't remind me over being "different" to my fellow clones. Just be thankful that my inhibitor chips were flatly otherwise some of you would be dead for standing as traitors to the empire" Jason sighed with a small shrug as he crossed his arms over his chest and took to leaning against the three beds left hanging open from the wall.