Jason Todd wasn't really sure who it was fucking with his furniture.

In the last four hours, he'd stubbed his toe on the couch and had almost tripped over his own crappy coffee table. He'd also noticed that someone had moved his stupid rug over just the smallest bit (that was only noticed after he'd fallen). Needless to say, he was not very pleased. Then again, he seemed to rarely be pleased with much of anything these days.

(It turns out that repairing family problems really stress you out–go figure.)

Jason had just wanted an hour of calm. He figured that it would be the least he deserved since everything else in his life was shit. But no.

He wouldn't get his hour of calm because-

"Damian you little monster! Get over here and help-"

"I don't have to do a damned thing you say-"

"-Right NOW!"

He'd forgotten that he was in a family filled with loud assholes. Not a damn person in the vicinity would get any sleep.

"Don't yell at me you ass."

Jason rolled over and sighed miserably. He could see Tim's frustrated foot-tapping from the floor under his couch.

"Damian," Tim started. "Come on. Like–just this one thing. Then you can go back to being an insufferable brat,"

Tim's feet did that weird shuffle thing he did when he was uncomfortable.

"I mean. It won't be that bad."

"Tt. It will be a disaster."

"Don't be a pessimist Damian. We've worked together before. It ended well then didn't it?"

Did Tim realize how dorky he looked doing that–that foot thing.

"Yeah, but Todd wasn't on our last mission."

"Don't be like that Damian."

"Be like what Drake? I am simply stating the facts."

From the floor, Jason reached under the couch and grabbed one of Tim's stupid shuffling feet.

"Jason what the hell-"

"He means, 'Don't be a little jerk', Bat-brat."

For a few seconds, there was quiet. Jason could tell that they were having a silent conversation. There was a small huff and then he heard someone hop over the back of the couch and land on the cushions. A second later a mop of dark hair popped into his view.

"Why didn't you ever get up off of the floor?"

Damian looked a bit put out.

"I didn't feel like getting up."

Jason sat up.

"Duh."

Damian stared at him for a bit before he turned to Tim.

"I'm not responsible for a damn thing that happens."

Tim derisively snorted from his spot above the couch's back.

"Of course not.