Special || Batfamily

CHAPTER VIII

"I don't like him."

From his seat on the couhc, Dick raised an eyebrow at his younger brother, who had been pacing around the living room for the past thirty minutes with an angry look on his face. Dick shook it off as nothing at first. Jason always was a bit of a grump.

"Who?"

"Who do you think?" Jason snapped. "Supey Junior. I tell you, there's something off about that guy."

Dick shrugged. "He seemed alright to me."

"He's dangerous!" Jason argued. "Timmy trusts him too easily. Sooner or later, that clone boy's gonna snap and hurt somebody."

Dick's face immediately softened when Jason brought up Tim. That one little slip more or less told Dick what the middle Wayne child was so stressed about. He wasn't afraid of the clone hurting anyone else. At least, not as much as the possibility of him hurting Tim. Dick couldn't deny that Tim seemed to be spending a lot of time with the clone. Conner, Dick corrected himself. That's what Clark had decided to call him. Dick could understand where Jason was getting at, but he had faith that Tim could handle himself. Bruce did always instruct them to carry at least one shard of kryptonite around in case of Kryptonian emergencies.

"That 'clone boy' has name, you know," Dick said mildly. "And Tim can handle himself. Have a little faith in him, Jay."

"I do have faith in him!" Jason said immediately, appalled that Dick would even insinuate that he didn't. "I'm just saying, he's spending too much time with the cl-Conner. He should be spending more time with us. His family. Where he's safer."

Dick blinked, and a grin slowly formed. "This isn't about the clone at all, is it. You're just jealous that he's getting most of Tim's attention."

Jason froze, and looked away as a blush formed on his face. That only seemed to make Dick's grin wider.

"Oh my God. You totally are!" he said, laughing. "You're jealous of Conner!"

"Screw you, Dickhead!" Jason growled, grinding his teeth when his older brother laughed harder. "Quit laughing!"

When Dick didn't stop, Jason growled and lunged in anger. Dick ducked the incoming punch easily and grinned. Jason threw another punch, then another, trying to nail the grinning idiot he was forced to call a brother. Eventually, Jason just lost it and tackled Dick, who quickly got the best of Jason when he wrapped him in a hug that included his arms, legs, and what Jason could have sworn were about a dozen invisible tentacles. Jason growled. Dick was all but a damn leech whenever he got someone in a hug.

"Let go!" Jason squirmed. "Dammit, Dick, I don't need a hug! I need to kick your ass!"

"Mmm, I don't think so," Dick said playfully, that freaking grin infuriating Jason to no end.

A giggle sounded from the door, prompting Jason to stiffen and Dick to laugh. They both looked to see Tim, having just come back from hanging out with Conner. He had one of those adorable grins on his face.

"Having fun?"

Jason just grumbled, while Dick chortled. "Very. But now I think I need a Timmy hug."