Robins!

The Whole Christmas Ordeal 2

Not my photo/comic... oh Jason :)

Recap:  Jason just texted Dick that Damian was killing Santa's on the street because he believed they were 'Satan', Tim got mad because he thought no one loved him, Cass left to go to Steph's house, and Christmas for the Bats is falling apart.

/\/\December 21, 12:53 P.M, Wayne Industries Work Break Lunchroom/\/\

"I didn't think he would really go that far..." Dick mused, typing something into his 'night work' computer.

"He's an Al Ghul, Dick, you really should of expected this.  And you know what?  Why don't we just send him back to Talia?  I don't really think he's up to this game." Tim said haughtily, stretching his arms back around the chair, and grabbing an apple.

"Tim... will you quit acting all sour around him?" Dick asked, taking a bite of pasta and furiously typing something else into the computer, a frustrated look taking over his face.

"Hmph!" Tim huffed, taking a huge bite out of the ripe apple he had picked up, "I don't think that it's really fair... you picked HIM over ME."

"We've been over this before Timmy, do we really need to go over it again?" Dick asked, eyes not leaving the computer as he took a giant bite out of his pasta.

"I don't think so... besides that fact the you picked HIM over ME(ME!), I'm good." Tim replied, taking another bite out of his apple, and seeing Dick's face twist up he grabbed the computer from him, "Let me do this, you have some hacking skills, but I'm a bit better at cerebral stuff then you."

"You're right." Dick sighed, "I am the athletic graceful one.  And Timmy, I picked Damian, because I view you as an equal.  You've progressed so much as Robin, that you can't even progress anymore.  You're just as good as me, maybe even better.  Look, all I was doing was giving you a little push to something greater for you.  Something that you were destined for.  I was just giving you a bitty little shove.  Plus, Damian needs Robin more than you.  He needs the guidance of Batman to help him, he needs a father- I mean, someone to be like his father... someone to help him through this.  I'm trying to give him that Tim.  You don't need that.  You're already good.  You've created your own destiny.  So stop being jealous, and get your head out of your @$$ and help me with him okay?"

Tim blinked at Dick a few times, then took a bite out of his apple and handed Dick's computer back, "I finished hacking into Damian's personal database, whatever do you need that for? And my head is out of my @$$ excuse your language."

Dick looked at the screen with little surprise at his younger brother's success, "Thanks Tim.  Well your head's out of your @$$, but you seem a little," Dick paused, his face bracing for what seemed like a yelling, "jealous of Damian."

"JEALOUS?!" Tim screamed, his half eaten green apple falling to the ground and rolling across the empty soundproof room, "I am not jealous!"

Dick lifted his eyebrow, then took a bite of his pasta nonchalantly, "Sure, because that would explain why you're always so mean to him and why you always mock his Robin mantle and make him feel bad."

Tim's shoulders slouched, his hands shaking with slight anger, "YOU. ARE. SO.... right...."

Dick smiled at the revelation that he had slyly manipulated out of his brother, "I know Timmy, and it's okay.  Damian's jealous of you and just wants you to like him."

"What?" Tim asked,  his face shooting up and contorting into one of those really confused faces that you see on memes.

"Um... yeah, he practically bleeds the need to be accepted. He just wants people to like him, " Dick said, biting more pasta, then turning back to the computer, "Now we just have to figure out how to stop him from killing innocent people and erase any trace of Satan Claus in his head.  Do have any idea who planted that idea in his head?"