Tim, sighing: What do you want now?!
Damian: I need you to take me to the art gallery for my school project
Tim: You…? What?
Damian: Are you going deaf, Drake? I said-
Tim: Hm, let me think- No.
Damian, squinting: Why
Tim: Because you stabbed me!!!
Damian: Tt. So sensitive. That was in the past, get over it already
Tim: YOU LITERALLY STABBED ME 5 MINUTES AGO
Tim, furiously pointing at his leg: IM STILL BLEEDING UNDER THAT GAUGE
Damian: I don’t see how that is supposed to make any difference
Tim, internally slapping his face: I’m not taking you! Besides, why did you come to me for a lift. Go find someone else to pester.
Damian: Don’t flatter yourself, Drake. You just happen to be the only slouch in this family this time of the day
Jason, sitting on the couch, shoving popcorn into his mouth: Yeah replacement, go be useful for once
Tim: Wha- Are you kidding me you’re not even- Ok, you know what? I won’t fall for this
Damian: *glares Tim down*
Tim, throwing his hands up in resignation: I don’t care what you do, just keep me out of it. I’m not going to back down.
Damian: …Fine. But if they pull me over for underage driving I have plenty ways to put the blame on you
Damian: *glare intensifies* Good luck surviving Pennyworth
Damian: *stabs Tim*
Tim: YOU LITTLE-