Hellooooooo again!
This is a challenge given to me by one of my closest friends (who doesn't have an account on here and needs one). Honestly, I think this is the fluffiest thing I've written (which is pathetic)
There are eight chapters, and all eight should be up within the next two days, since I have all of it written on paper and just have to type it up.
I DON'T SHIP ANY OF THIS
Seriously, it's just a story. No shipping. Geez. It's not mine either.
Without further ado, I give you the strangest, most awkward thing I've ever written:
Neither brother was really sure how the conversation started. Jason had probably been drunken, and Damian had probably said something rude to set his intoxicated brother off, but then they were both yelling at each other in the long-since-deserted kitchen.
"You're completely useless, Todd! You can barely even breathe without messing something up!"
"Shut up brat. I've gotten more girls than you ever have-"
"I'm ten and a half, you moron!"
"Or ever will. Gotta let me finish, Hell Spawn."
"-tt- That's hardly an achievement."
"Ask any full-grown man, and they'll tell you otherwise."
"That's ridiculous. Besides, you've never managed to keep a relationship with any of the women you've kissed."
"I'm doing better than you, kid. The only woman you've ever kissed is your mother, and your relationship sucks."
A knife flew across the kitchen. "Say that again, you insolent fool!"
"Besides, you only mentioned the women I've kissed."
"You've kissed a man!?"
"Well, I was pretty drunk; it was either a man, or a woman with a lot of facial hair…"
"That's disgusting!"
"Oh shut up. You're just jealous."
"Of course I'm not-"
"You can't even get a girl to kiss you! A man is twice the challenge; you just can't handle it."
"… I could get a man to kiss me if I wished."
"Like hell you could. You couldn't even get Tim to kiss you, and he's the most desperate guy I know."
"-tt- I bet I could easily get Drake to kiss me."
"You're too young to be making bets, kid."
"I bet I can get Drake to kiss me before anyone else. And if he does, you have to paint your helmet pink for a week.
"And if I can get him to kiss me first, then you have to wear the scaly panties for a week."
"-tt- That will never happen, because he would never kiss you."
"I can be quite persuasive."
"He has to kiss you back, Todd."
"Alright, fine. So do we have a deal?"
Both boys shook on it.
"I know the perfect shade of baby pink for you, Todd."
"And I know exactly where Dick keeps his old Robin costume."
The bet was on.