Robins!

Homework and Costume Problems

A/N:  One, I am so so super sorry you have no idea, that I haven't been updating!  I don't have a computer that belongs to me here at home, and since 7th grade ended I had to give back my chrome book!  Two, this is sorta focused around Dick Grayson.  I'm also very sorry about that.  Three, after this update I will try to make my update Damian and Tim only!  Enjoy! :)

"Grayson!" Damian called waving a small piece of white paper around in the air,"Grayson!  You promised you'd help me with my math homework this morning! Grayson!"

"Oh my gosh Dami!  Just let Timmy help you?  Some people like hearing normally and not having their ears blasted off!" Jason cried, looking up from the telly.

"Yeah sure, like I would let Drake help me!" Damian punched the couch,"I want Grayson."

Jason mumbled under his breath something about how difficult kids were these days.

Tim entered the room,"Uh clearly I'm not wanted. So where is Dick anyway?  He said he's patch up my costume last night when I got back from patrol!"

Jason changed the station,"Alfred?"

"Three rip rule?" Tim asked like it was totally obvious.  The three rip rule was courtesy of Bruce, since the boys and Bruce included were always tearing up their suits 24/7 Alfred promised each boy he'd stitch up their costume only three days a week.  The boys became way more wary of getting hurt from then on.  Bonus points for Alfred.

Damian nodded empathetically at his brother,"Suck for you Drake... but I call Grayson's help first!"

"What?! No?!  I asked him before you did!" Tim cried, throwing his costume on the chair.

"Umm... one," Jason started sensing a full out argument that he was to tired to join in,"Tim, don't you remember the don't take your super suit out of the Batcave rule?"

Tim blanched and shrugged sheepishly,"I hope no one saw that!"

Damian turned a dark shade of red,"Yeah stop being so stupid Drake!"

"Listen here I've got the best grades in my class!"

"You're a dumb moron!"

"Says the one who needs homework help!"

"You need help sowing!"

"And I assume that you know how to sow since you were raised to be perfect?"

"Um.. no..."

"I thought  so!"

"Awkward!" Jason sang out lowering the volume on the TV.

"Shut up Todd!" Damian gritted his teeth and glared.

"Yeah.. Um.. I was gonna make a point before you two interrupted me with your useless argument over nothing that actually matters." Jason remarked.

"Woah dude? That was totally harsh!" Tim said,"And plus I don't remember you were gonna make a point."

"Okay I agree with Drake on this one." Damian admitted reluctantly.

"Whatever.  I was just gonna say that I'm sure Dick- head can sow and talk you through your homework Damian." Jason pointed out as he reached for the remote from the coffee table.

"Oh yeah?" Tim asked as he pouted on the love seat.

"He's a talented guy." Jason said,"Oh darn it!" He had accidentally dropped the remote.

"How so?" Damian challenged, picking the remote off the ground.

"He's a bat," Jason paused to retrieve the remote from his youngest brother,"He's the only one who can ever even do the quadruple flip, and the world's best acrobat.  He's been Batman, he created the Robin legacy, and he's the sole defender of  Blüdgaven.  Not to mention he's graduated early, he's like one of the creators of teenage superhero groups.. and what's most important os that he can sow and fold his own laundry."