Everyone thinks that dick was the golden child when in reality it was Jason.
Clark: Bruce who was your favourite robin?
Dick: obviously it’s me?
Tim: it’s dick
Damian: I am superior robin, it will be me.
Bruce: it’s Jason
Everyone: WHAT?!?!???
Bruce: why are you so surprised? He didn’t jump on too my chandeliers which I had to replace each week
*everyone looks at dick*
Bruce: he didn’t drop out of school
*everyone looks at tim*
Bruce: I didn’t have to stop him from killing everyone who annoyed him
*everyone looks at Damian*
Bruce: in fact, he enjoyed school and handed all his homework in on time, we would spend hours in the library reading his favourite classics. He even helped Alfred with most of the cooking, He was my little boy
Jason: stop spreading lies, I hate you go away
Bruce: my precious little boy
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half finished half room (wolfie's half). with wolfie in woolen socks, playing the guitar!
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i don't want to give them their own rooms from the beginning, because having to share one room is a part of the narrative and contributes to their difficult family dynamic. but at least they divided it with bookshelves.
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Thinking very very heavily about the batkids (specifically Jason and Damian) with separation anxiety? Oh, Man.
There's just a buzz of tension shaking the manor; That's how Cass would put it best.
Her baby brothers, - not young in bodies, but young in hearts, always little to her and Dick, - masking their worry, their unease, their anxiety so well. It'd look as so, to the untrained eye, but Cass knows better.
She knows Jay by the heel of his boot (dirty on purpose) beating on the carpet. His nibbled fingernails. A constant eye on his phone.
He knows Damian by irritation and chubby cheeks puffed out, and stomping. Tim tells him to stop being a brat, and that it's actually nice having the manor to themselves without Bruce brooding around.
"As always, you live to be what you were destined to be; A predictable failure. "
Tim snorts, "At least I'm not a short failure."
Duke coughs around his fast, "Not AS short,"
"Bruce gives you his favorite mug and you start acting up!"
"It's weird," Jason's as tall as the fridge he pretends to rummage through.
His movements tell Cass he's trying to busy himself, put things in his hands so his feet won't take off out the door and drag Bruce back, "3-hour meeting? He'd text by now. Did anyone get a text? I mean, - he's the only one who knows where my old books are. I need them. For...None of your business!"
"We didn't ask?"
"DID ANYONE GET A DAMN TEXT?!"
Damian climbs Cass like an abnormally angry squirrel, small fingers around her Huntress hoodie, reeling her in, "Did Baba text you? You're the princess. The favorite after me, -"
"After YOU?"
"Silence, Todd! Your moment died when you did!"
Jason quietly stares at the door.
Dick says, with all the softness and warmth and sweetness in the world, "Can you not? Please? We can wait for Bruce riiight here, mhm. I'll let you shoot Tim in all non-lethal areas,-"
"He tried; He MADE them lethal, Dick."
" And when Bruce comes back, you can pick the movie, even if it's gonna be that 3-hour long eye contact porn between Elizabeth and Darcy, and --,"
It seems like they've exhausted Damian's thinning patience.
He jumps on Jason's back, "MARCH, TODD, MARCH!" And gone they are.
"...Should we tell them Bruce is napping in the attic?"
"Nah; I'll just tell them he specifically asked me not tell them where he was. He took my Superman hoodie again."
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