Brothers To The Bitter End

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Damian, who had naturally reached his room first, curled his lip in disgust. He had rarely seen such a disgusting display of wealth and comfort. His bed was so soft he was fairly certain that it was the head of one of his "teammates." The bathroom was big enough to house an entire football stadium, and the closet was so deep, Damian was fairly certain it led to Narnia. "Who in the world though that a room like this would be conducive to learning discipline?" He muttered to Titus, who had easily caught up with his master. If a dog could look disgusted, and the could, then Titus was equally disgusted.

Dick walked up pulling Damian's suitcase, and his jaw dropped. "Are you freaking kidding me?" He turned to Kory. "Is this actually Dami's room?"

"Yes." Kory blushed slightly. "Unfortunately, it is one of the smaller rooms in the complex, but I'm sure . . ."

"Small?" Damian squawked in outrage. "No, small is the amount of knowledge you apparently possess. This room is big enough to house the entire JLA, its cohorts, and everyone who has ever breathed in their direction! The Olympics could be held in this room! An pachyderm army could run drills in here! Your idea of small and mine are very different."

Dick poked his head in the bathroom and whistled appreciatively. "I'm pretty sure this bathroom is bigger than Jaybird's and my entire wing of the house when we were still living with B."

Gar, who was hiding behind Kory, looked confused. "Isn't bigger better?"

"Not when you're training!" Damian exclaimed in exasperation. "Training is supposed to make you tougher, not show you all the world has to offer in luxury!"

"Hey, a little luxury isn't bad!" Gar protested.

"Woah, this thing is a Jacuzzi too?" They heard Dick's voice faintly from the bathroom. Damian gave the Titans a "see what I mean" look and sighed.

"I suppose I'll have to deal with this unfortunate situation as I am bound by my word to train you." Damian heaved another dramatic sigh.

"Uh, don't you mean train with us?" Gar asked, frowning.

Damian gave him an evil smile, and Dick snorted as he walked out of the bathroom. "Yeah, that's definitely what he meant," Dick said sarcastically.

Damian looked down his nose at the Titans. "You may leave now."

Jaime looked like he was about to punch Damian, but Kory pulled him back. "All right. Dinner is at six. Nightwing, you're more than welcome to stay for dinner." She flashed him a toothy smile.

Dick tried not to wince. "Thanks, but I need to be heading back."

"Of course." Kory nodded slowly and, pulling the rest of the Titans with her, backed out the door and closed it.

As soon as the door was closed, Damian flopped on the ground dramatically. "Those are the most incompetent people I have ever met. And seeing as how I know Drake and Todd, that's saying something."

Dick chuckled as he examined the room in minute detail. After a few minutes of searching he shrugged. "Well, either they're better than the League at hiding them or they really didn't plant any bugs in your room."

Damian rolled his eyes and sat up. "Knowing them, they were probably just too stupid to think of it."

Dick shrugged. "You can still change your mind."

"I think I'll stay if only to show them how a real soldier trains."

Dick grinned. "Please tape their faces. I would love to have that."