Wayne Manor

Chapter Thirteen

[Kacey POV]

"Is it too hot?" I ask as I put Jason's polka dot hair underneath the kitchen faucet.

"Nah, it's fine."

"Alright." I reply, grabbing the spout and wetting all of his hair.

I grabbed the shampoo and placed a handful on his head, then another in the back and front. I closed the cap of it and placed it on the counter as Jason comments, "It smells good."

"Yeah, it's mine."

"Ha, Jason's using girl shampoo." Damian mocks as he and Tim enter then kitchen with some school supplies in their hands.

"So immature, Demon Spawn." Jason replies and I could tell he would be rolling his eyes if they weren't closed already.

I looked over my shoulder as I started massaging his scalp with my foamy hands, "What's that for?"

"My project." Tim answers as they place the supplies on the island, "Came to get some stuff."

He poked a pencil in Jason's butt as he passed, causing Jason to jump and freak out.

"Yo, don't do that!" He yells angrily as I keep his head over the sink so he wouldn't get shampoo or water everywhere, "Stop being gay."

Tim chuckled and I only laughed at his comeback, "Says the guy who had colorful polka dots in his hair."

"That's it!"

Jason burst from my grasp and ran after Tim, water trickling down his face. He swung his fist but missed when Tim dodged it, hitting the pantry door instead.

"Jason, stop before you get shampoo in your eye." I say, grabbing his arm.

"Let it get in his eyes." Damian says neutrally, again just watching from the other side of the island, resting his arms on it.

"Damian. You're not helping." I reply raising my brow.

Tim continued to mock Jason, worsening the situation.

The door opened to Dick and Kelly, joining the commotion. Dick rolled his eyes and pushed Kelly's shoulder back a little.

As soon as Tim looked back at them, Jason again broke through my grip and went after Tim's blindside.

Dick tackled Tim, dodging Jason's hit in a split second.

"Damnit, Dick, get off of me!" Tim whines, "I could've dodged it."

"You weren't paying any attention." Dick replies as Tim smudges his hand against his face, trying to get him off of him.

"Damnit, it got in my eyes!" Jason yells angrily, blinking his watering eyes that were turning red.

I slapped him behind his head, "I told you!!!" I grabbed the back of his neck and forced him back to the sink, like something you'd do to a dog.

I forced his head under the water again, washing the shampoo out and doing another cycle to get the faded polka dots out.

"Sorry you had to see that." Damian says, causing me to turn around.

Kelly stood with wide eyes, shocked as to what she just saw. Two brothers trying to kill each other in all.

"Sorry." We all say and she smiles shyly. It was obviously fake and she was obviously unamused.

"Anyway," Dick gasps, clapping his hands together as he gets back on his feet, "Wanna finish the tour?"

"Yeah..." She answers unsurely, "Sure."

They left with that and I scowled back at Tim, "Why do you two have to provoke each other all the time? It's usually you and Damian who argue nonstop."

"He started it by shoving a stick up my ass!" Jason growls.

"It didn't go up your ass, stop being so melodramatic." Tim says with a roll of his eyes, looking up at the ceiling with puckered eyebrows.

"Still hurt, idiot?" I, myself, mock Jason.

"Shut up."

"Well, we're outta here." Tim announces as the walk out. I hummed and continued to wash Jason's hair.

After finishing, I pulled out the icepack for Dick's eye from the freezer.

Jason dried his hair with the towel, walking beside me with red, teary eyes.

I smirked from the look as we meet up with Kelly and Dick in our favorite TV room.

They were playing some fighting game on the PlayStation. And Dick was way too into it like he always would be.

I sat next to him and gently placed the icepack on his eye, but he moved his shoulder to shrug me off.

"Stop. Not in the middle of the game, Bec."

"Fine, fine." I reply, instead putting it down his shirt, causing him to jump up from the coldness and drop the controller.

"Rebecca!" He yells as he tries to take it from his back the quickest way possible, "I was winning!"

"Yeah, sure you were." Kelly laughs, "I win!"

"That's not fair!" He argues, pointing a finger at me, "She distracted me and you kept playing!"

"No need to blow a fuse, Dickiebird." Jason grins, finding his anger just as amusing as I was, "It's just a game."

He rolled his eyes and sat back down as I grab the icepack. I smiled sweetly as I begin to put it back on his eye, but he grabbed my wrist quickly and tightly.

"I got it." He scowls, taking it from my hand and slamming it on his eye.

"You know that hurt." I smirk, crossing my arm with a raised brow.

"I know, I'm just not saying it." He pouts, crossing his arms as he leans back on the couch.

"Stop being such a baby." I smile, nudging his arm playfully.

"Whatever." He replied with a small smirk as he leans forward and onto his knees.

"So, uh," Kelly begins, "Does that happen often?"

"Too often." Dick and I say in unison.

She nods a little, "Oh."

"What, is there a problem with that?" Jason asks, obviously trying to intimidate her.

"N-No, ju-"

"Good." He interrupts, standing and walking out the room.

He was supposed to be wooing her, not scaring her.

I furrowed my eyebrows as I watched him walk out, wondering why he did that.

"Are you okay?" Dick asks, "You look-"

"I'm fine." Kelly interjects with a smile, shrugging her shoulders, "Just surprised. But, luckily, I adapt quickly."

"Well that's good," I comfort, leaning back on the couch, "Lord knows that you'll need to."