Help Me Todd

12. Dinner with the Wayne Family

Ding-Dong
"Master Jason?"
"Hey Alfie."
"So, you are staying for good."
"Yes."
A small smile crept onto Alfred's face. Jason had packed up and was finally moving into the manor.
"Hey Jason, you can have your old room," said Bruce, walking in.
"You kept it?" asked Jason. He always assumed that they replaced it, just like they had replaced him.
"I never changed it from the day, you know-"
"Thanks, old man," said Jason, smiling.
Jason walked to his old room, and made sure to take the long route. He still remembered every corridor and room in the manor, even though it had been years. Jason passed through all the pictures of the previous Wayne's. He almost chuckled at some of them.
Jason then found his whole room and realized nothing had changed from the time he was Robin.
"Home, sweet home," said Jason, walking into his room. He began to unpack his clothes and started to unpack his guns.
"Todd."
"Demon spawn."
"I can't believe I have to deal with you, Drake, and Grayson now," said Damian, walking in.
"Well suck it demon, cause I'm not leaving anytime soon," said Jason.
"Wonderful," muttered Damian, but his frown slowly turned into a smile.
"Oh what's this, the great Damian Wayne smiling," said Jason, teasingly.
"Shut up," grumbled Damian, and returned to his usual angered expression.
"So, Pennyworth told me to inform you that we will be having a special dinner tonight with the whole Wayne family," said Damian.
"Well that's gonna be fun," said Jason, sarcastically.
"I know, I don't think I can last even a second with that idiot Drake's presence in the room," grumbled Damian.
"Don't get me even started on Dick. Every time I see him, he hugs me! Like seriously Dick, personal space, and when I ask him why, he just says that it's been too long," said Jason.
"I am familiar with what you are saying, Grayson holds on to me and when I tell him to unhand me, he refuses, so I punch him," responded Damian.
"Woah demon spawn, anyways, start taking out some guns and put them under the bed," said Jason.
"Why?" questioned Damian.
"Just in case," replied Jason. Damian picked up a couple of guns and pretended to shoot them and mimicked gun shots.
"-Tt-, I don't see why you use these useless items as your weaponry," said Damian.
"Guns? Guns are the best, and I have the best aim with them," said Jason.
"Plus, your doing it all wrong demon."
"What do you mean Todd?"
"It's like this," said Jason. He then took the guns and mimicked gun shot noises.
"-Tt-"
"What?"
"My performance was much better."
"Guys what are you doing, dinner's ready," said Dick, walking in.
"Oh whoops," replied Jason, sheepishly.
"Are those guns Jason? Damian don't even touch them, they're dangerous," said Dick.
"I can handle a gun, Grayson," said Damian.
"Jason, you know how Bruce feels about guns in the manor," whined Dick.
"Well let's keep this between us, then," said Jason.
"No, no, no. You cannot hide anything from Bruce, he is Batman! I can't hide anything from him," said Dick, getting nervous.
"Relax Dickie, don't be a goody-two shoes for once," said Jason, walking out.
"I am not a goody-two shoes," huffed Dick.
"Hate to break it to you Grayson, but you are a 'goody-two shoes'," said Damian.
They all walked down to the dining room and saw Bruce and Tim already sitting down.
"Took you long enough," said Bruce.
"Sorry, got held up doing nothing suspicious at all," said Dick. Bruce raised an eyebrow, but didn't care. He was too happy, his son was finally home, where he belonged.
"Where's Alfie?," questioned Jason.
"Here I am, Master Jason. And I have prepared your dinner," said Alfred, waking in with a bunch of trays. He set them all down and took off the lids, revealing food that looked gorgeous.
"So, why don't you join us, Alfred?," asked Jason.
"It's alright, Master Jason," replied Alfred.
"No, please Alfred. I agree with Jason, I demand that you sit with us," said Bruce.
"As you wish, Master Bruce," said Alfred, smiling. He sat in the chair opposite to Bruce and everyone began to eat.
"Ok guys, be honest. Am I goody-two shoes?" asked Dick.
"Do you really want me to answer that?" questioned Tim.
"Yes, Grayson," said Damian.
"Of course you are Dickie," said Jason.
"Well you are certainly more well behaved than any of the other Wayne boys," said Alfred.
"Aw, come on...What do you think Bruce?" grumbled Dick.
"Sorry Dick, you are," said Bruce, smiling. Dick frowned. The rest of their dinner was actually pretty peaceful, of course until Damian started talking.
"Can you pass the potatoes demon spawn?" asked Tim.
"Make me," replied Damian.
"Come on, I'm just asking for some potatoes," said Tim.
"I'm sure you said something like that before you hacked Cobblepots's fortune and stole all the money. But how did that turn out, your parents are gone," said Damian.
"Damian-," said Bruce.
"You ignorant brat! At least I was born with both my parents knowing, and not an accident," yelled Tim. Everyone in the room had gotten quite and was staring at both the boys. They were all too surprised to stop the argument.
"I wasn't born an accident, I was born for the throne to the League of Assassins," yelled Damian.
"Well guess what, you should have stayed there, because this family was so much better without you in it," yelled Tim.
Ohh shit, why did I say that? Tim your an idiot.
"You mean that-," whispered Damian.
"Wait no, no. I'm sorry," said Tim.
"Mother was right. I should have gone back to the League. At least I would be accepted," said Damian, with a couple of tears in his eyes. He then ran out the door.
"Master Damian-"
"It's alright, Alfred," said Bruce.
"Tim, what the fuc-" yelled Jason.
"Language, Master Jason," said Alfred.
"No but seriously, why did you do that," yelled Jason.
"I didn't know you cared so much Jason," replied Tim.
"Tim, that was too far, go apologize," said Bruce.
"Yeah I know, but I don't know if he'll even talk to me now," said Tim.
"You'll never know unless you try," said Dick.
"Your right," replied Tim. He then ran out the room to find Damian. Tim looked everywhere, except the hallway full of photos. When he got there, he saw Damian curled up.
"Damian-"
"Get away from me Drake," said Damian.
"Ok," replied Tim. He turned to walk away, but instead turned around and ran up to Damian.
"I'm so so so so so sorry demon. I didn't mean anything I said. I was just angry," said Tim.
"You didn't-" sobbed Damian. Tim was shocked, he hadn't ever see Damian cry before.
"I didn't mean anything I said," said Tim, reassuringly.
"Neither did I Drake," said Damian, sniffling. Everyone in the Wayne family sometimes forgot that under Damian's icy exterior, he was just a twelve year old boy.
Tim then awkwardly hugged Damian.
"Unhand me Drake."
"Yah ok, this was getting awkward."

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Sorry there's not much Jason and Damian fluff, more of Tim and Damian. 😛😜😘
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