some petty scenarios between the Wayne kids just to annoy the other (or more like get some attention, even though they won't admit it).
Tim: You know I hate your paintings, Dami. They're too colorful and too bright. They're too... Ugh.. Good. And... And... Maybe find another hobby? It's getting annoying.
Damian: You know what's a nuisance, Drake? You.
Tim: Not as annoying as your -
Damian: Keep talking nonsense, Drake, and I'll be asking for the portrait I did of you and Kent.
Tim, wraps an arm on Damian's shoulder: Heyyyy, I was kidding. All good, Dami.
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Jason: Remember when you had the long hair, Goldie?
Dick: And I want to have that hair again.
Steph: I wish I was there to see it in person. You slayed, Dick!
Dick, flutters his lashes: Oh, you didn't need to say that, Steph.
Jason, scoffs: Ha? That long hair slayed? It was too shiny, it stung my eyes. No, no--it blinded some rogues. You don't want that to happen to you, right, Steph?
Dick, pouts: What are you talking about, Little Wing???? You even said you wanted a hair like mine!!!
Jason: I was young and made bad decisions. Of course, you all know that by now.
Steph: Jason doesn't know what he's talking about. Have the long hair again, Dick!
Dick, huffs: I'm glad I got a supporter.
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Steph, groans: I can't focus!!!
Steph can't see Cass' face with her cowl on but she knows Cass is giving her a questioning look.
Steph: You're too distracting, okay?
Cass continues to stare at Steph.
Steph, whispers: You're wearing the perfume I really like.
Cass, tilts her head: Okay. I won't use-
Steph, gasps: Who told you to do that???
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Jason, tries to enjoy his toast and tea in peace: Maybe try to open the drawer harder, Timbo? I'm sure it will be broken then.
Tim, opening the refrigerator doors this time with extra force, raises his voice: What was that, Jay???
Jason: Are you serious? It's too early.
Tim, gets a cup of coffee: Not my fault you're in the kitchen. Go and eat in your room. You're not the only person in this house.
Jason, raises his brows at him: What's your fucking problem??
Tim: Nothing.
proceeds to steal the fruit that's on Jason's plate.
Jason: Seriously?????
proceeds to grab Tim's cup of coffee on his hand and chugs on it.
Tim: You're an animal!!!
Jason: So are you!!!
Alfred, by the kitchen door, pinches the bridge of his nose: Oh, should the young masters must really be shouting this early?
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Duke: Do you need anything else, Dick?
Dick, grins: Nope, nope. Carry on, Second Little D.
Duke: I can't really help you with your bike if you're singing loudly right in my ear.
Dick, blushes: Oops, sorry. I'll keep quiet.
Duke, chuckles: No, it's okay. Just don't do it right in my ear. I need my hearing.
meanwhile, Damian plays a video in the Batcomputer in a high volume.
Dick, shouts from across the cave: Dami, maybe lower the volume?
Damian, shouts back: Tt. It's a tactic to cover up your singing, Grayson. And Thomas, I need your help with-
Dick: I still need him with my bike, Dami!
Damian: You've had him for the past three hours, Grayson!
Dick: And so???
Damian: And so, I need his assistance with something.
Duke, scratches the back of his neck: Maybe I can help you both later. It's time for me to call Izzy anyways-
Dick and Damian at the same time: Wait, no!
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Midnight Cravings.
Damian turns in his bed, yet again. Its’s been about an hour and a half since patrol ended. Everyone else went to bed, and are now sound asleep, except him. Giving out a deep sight, Damian decides to be productive, by walking around the manor with no definite destination in mind. He walks around for at least twenty minutes before entering the kitchen.
After taking a minute to think, he heads to the cabinet where Dick stores his most preferred cereal, he even puts them in order from ‘awesome’ to ‘the best’ to ‘GODDAMN AMAZING’. Damian thinks the order is useless and has no real purpose, causing Dick to make a face of utter offence and disappointment towards him. Damian climbs on the handles of the drawers to reach the cabinet, getting out one of the chocolate flavoured cereals, which lies in the ‘the best’ section. He then pulls out a bowl and the carton of milk from the fridge, making absolutely no noise. He pours the milk and as he’s getting the spoon, he hears a shuffle of noise. His instincts come in, and he throws the spoon with precision, aiming at the source of the noise.
Jason catches the spoon with ease, “You pour the milk before the cereal?”
“Todd, what are you doing up?” Damian asks, his face passive. “Also, I thought you went to your apartment.”
“Decided to stay the night, Alfred’s making a full English breakfast in the morning,” Jason said, as he walked to where Damian stood and placed the spoon in front of him. “Don’t you have school tomorrow? You should be asleep.”
“I don’t need to explain myself to you,” Damian scowled.
“Put the claws away, demon brat,” Jason laughed, grabbing the cereal box. “And, unless you want two hour long speech from Dick on the etiquette’s on how to cereal in true form, don’t pour the milk before whenever he’s around.”
“Noted,” Damian nodded. The two made their cereal in silence and ate it, the only noise being the crunch of the cereal.
Damian hesitated before asking, “Jason, you went to my school to study during your high school years, is that right?”
Jason gave a confused nod.
“Do you have any idea why Miss Corley has such hatred about my last name being ‘Wayne’?”
Jason gave out loud snort, “Oh, you’re going to love this,”
That night, Damian realised how much chaos that Dick created during his school years, how his father had a arch-nemesis who worked as assistant manager at the supermarket and how great company his big brother Jason is.
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peak damian and batfamily interaction is him using overly formal vocabulary and syntax AT ALL. TIMES. he will never not be proper. even a few years into living at the manor and with all the colorful dialogue styles there, he still talks like he’s 53 and some sort of medieval noble. this is especially funnier whenever he has any sort of normal familial interaction. like:
damian: todd i have come to make a request of you.
jason: what?
damian: i was hoping you’d acquiesce to my demands of having you read me your favorite book while i prepare for slumber.(liked he used to when damian was a baby)
jason: you want me. to read you a bedtime story??
damian: tt. of course not. you reading the book and me preparing for bed are entirely coincidental. i just desire to hear your interpretation of the authors message and the voices you use when narrating.
jason: ….sure, kiddo. go brush your teeth and i’ll be there.
damian: thank you. i shall see you in my chambers.
bonus points for entirely monotone delivery like see this shit just makes me go off it’s so funny
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