Damian vs TMNT

This is Our City

The sun was way too bright. It's light poured in through the windows of Damian's room, causing the young boy to wake up with a groan. He peeled back the sheets and began to make his way downstairs. Damian walked slowly to the kitchen pausing when he heard voices.

"I don't care how old he is. You, yourself are always telling me how smart and clever he is for his age."

Drake. Damian clenched his teeth and continued to listen from his spot in the hallway.

"Tim, you don't have to always engage in his fights. Why can't you just ignore him?"

Damian heard Drake huff in frustration. "Dick, it's hard to ignore him when he consistently throwing knives or has his hands around my throat. Even Jason wasn't this bad."

At this moment, Damian decided to make his presence known. He padded into the kitchen with his arms crossed. "I highly resent that statement, Drake. Todd is an incompetent buffoon and possesses the maturity level of a six-month-old chimpanzee."

Dick gave a small smile. "Good morning to you too, Lil' D." Damian frowned at the nickname but took his place at the table next to Dick anyway. "How'd you sleep?"

"Fine." Damian mumbled, reaching his fork for some pancakes. He dropped them on his plate with a small 'plop' and scanned the table for the syrup.

"What do you guys wanna do today?" Dick asked with a smile, handing Damian the bottle of maple syrup.

Tim shrugged while Damian made a small -tt- noise.

"Oookay." Dick's smile never faltered. "How about we go out for some brotherly bonding time at the park!"

Tim raised an unamused eyebrow. "How about we don't."

Damian shoved in a mouthful of pancakes, chewed and swallowed before speaking. "I have things to do."

"Got a hot date?" Dick teased with a grin.

Damian sent Dick a glare full of daggers. Boy that kid could glare just like his daddy. "Don't be ridiculous, Grayson. I have far more important things to do."

Tim scoffed. "Yeah, like what?"

"Tracking down a possible new criminal." Well this got everyone's attention.

"What?"

Damian scowled. "Are you deaf, Grayson? I said tracking down a new possible criminal."

"Yeah but, but when did you see this new criminal? And why am I just hearing about this now?"

Damian pushed his plate of half-eaten pancakes aside. "Last night." He answered simply before standing up. "And I never got the chance to tell you before Father ripped into me." Damian excused himself and walked quickly out of the kitchen with Dick trailing close behind him, asking more questions.

Tim looked down and continued to eat his eggs in silence.

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"What did he look like? What was he doing? Have we seen him before? Well I guess not since you said he was new but maybe we've seen him on the streets and just never knew. But what if he-"

Damian continued to block out Dick's rambling while he searched for his Robin mask. Finding it, he plucked the small recording device off of it and plugged it into the Batcomputer. He scanned through the footage until he found what he was looking for.

"-and maybe Bruce might know a thing or two. He is always surprising me with how much he-"

"Grayson!" Damian snapped. "If you don't shut up this instant, I will tear out your vocal chords, make them into shoelaces and wear them to school!"

Dick shuddered a little at the image of that and brought a hand to his throat protectively. He then noticed exactly what Damian was doing. "You recorded it?" He asked slowly.

Damian gave a small grunt. Dick guessed that meant yes. "I record everything. Just in case."

Dick gave a small smile and shook his head. "You really are Bruce's son."

"Was there ever any doubt?"

Dick ignored the assassin and continued to watch the footage from the night before. Just as Damian said on the way to the Batcave, there was the large reptile-like creature. "I wonder what that thing is doing in Gotham?" He wondered out loud.

"I don't know." Damian shut off the computer. "But this is our city and we have to protect it."