Jason sat in the back of a jet black lamborghini with Damian, fiddling with his suit. He glared at his phone before he finally answered it.
"Todd."
"Jay, it's me."
His expression immediately shifted from annoyed to something that could only be described as imagining himself making out with the woman on the phone.
"Hey, Princess." He said in his best non-chalant and playboy voice. "You know, I was thinking about you last night--"
"Cut the crap, Jason." Did I mention that the woman on the phone had found Jason making out with a certain Kryptonian and Blair had broken up with him? "I'm calling because my phone was shot and I can only remember your number. Tell Pixie I'll be back in Gotham tomorrow."
He sighed and rubbed his forehead. "We'll all be happy to see you."
"Do not bring me into this!" Damian protested. Even though he was secretly happy to see his almost-older-sister.
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Pixie reached over to Damian's face and grabbed his nose. "Honk."
"What on earth are you doing?" He asked, his voice nasally from her pinching his nose.
She stifled a giggle. "I'm honking your nose."
"That's was she said!" Jason chimed in, but Blair immediately stepped on his foot and gave him a glare that could cut diamonds. "I mean, that is very cute."
Damian rolled his eyes and sent Jason a glare that could cut diamonds and titanium. "Call me cute again and I will kill you."
"I think you're cute." Pixie blushed and folded her arms.
"I'll kill you--" Damian spun around, expecting those words to have been said by some imbecile, like Drake or Wilkes. "Oh!" He exclaimed when he realized it was Pixie. "I...I think you're...acceptable..." He went the color of Barbara's hair.
"Look at them!" Blair giggled like a schoolgirl and grabbed Jason's hand without thinking. "They're like us, only more stable and less insane!"
