This is my very first Batman fanfic, which didn't actually take too long to write and I'm really excited for this, I enjoyed writing it. So please lemme know what you think, and I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed doing it.
Warnings consist of Jason's foul mouth...
I don't own Batman, or any other characters.
-Meeting at Larry's waffle house - 5pm sharp, don't be late
Jason breathed out the smoke from his lungs, watching the window of the shop across the street, he took the moment to think once more whether he should simply walk away, get the fuck out of the place - let the demon brat do whatever he wished, or if he should walk in to find out what was going on. It wasn't as if Damian Wayne usually sent him messages willingly, actually, the brat probably wouldn't send anything this... borderline kind even if he'd be threatened by a gun. So that was all the reason why he was standing across the street to the meeting place, already five minutes late - just to piss off the brat of Wayne manor. Jason wanted to know why the demon brat wanted to meet him, there was no one else around, so this didn't seem like a plan to take him down.
And Jason had expected to see Dick loitering around, his second guess - after it being a possible trap to drag Jason's sorry -but sexy- ass into Arkham asylum, had been to assume this was Dick's plan of bringing them all together for ice cream, or some sort of other crap what the elder male liked to do. However Nightwing wasn't here…
Jason refused to feel slightly disappointed by that fact.
"Tch", the cigarette butt was flicked off and he stomped on it, the sooner he'd walk in the sooner he'd know what the brat had on his mind. Sure they said curiosity killed the cat, but since Jason had already died - what did he have to lose? And with this newfound determination he headed for the door, crossing the street only to have cars honk at him and a biker curse at him - to which Jason responded by sticking a finger up for the man, before he was at the door. The all too familiar jingle of a bell over the door, and Jason did a quick sweep of the place before his eyes landed on Damian.
Oh Jason couldn't (didn't even try) to contain the grin splitting his lips as he stalked over, the demon brat sitting in a ice cream shop, drinking his weirdass tea and glaring holes to anyone who came close, including Jason. It was too funny to be taken seriously! And the brat was alone, this was going to be interesting. "Hey tator-tot, Dick not take you to ice cream lately? You coulda just asked him", the glare just intensified and Jason was sure if looks could've killed he'd have been dead, but then again, everyone around Damian would've been dead a long time ago.
"Todd, you're late. I gave you simple instructions to follow", Jason pulled himself a chair across the table shrugging his shoulders, he really didn't care, which the Robin was able to figure out as after a slight growl he let out a breathe, which seemed to be something to calm him down, to help him to deal with Jason. So... why was the pipsqueak making himself through this suffering?
"What are we here for? If not ice cream. And if we are here for ice cream you do realise Dick is going to do that kicked puppy regime since you didn't invite him along"
"I need your assistance to find a suitable partner for Grayson", that rendered Jason silent, suitable partner for Dick? Dick had never had any problems finding a partner, he had all the women and men swooning after that ass, which Jason admitted was one fine ass. Hell the second Robin still had wet dreams of it, he had been having wet dreams of Dick's nice ass when he had met the man, Jason approved that ass. It was just a shame he never got too close to it, something to do with waving his guns every time they met? But why would Damian need or want to get himself dragged into this business? Did the brat even know what a 'partner' meant?
Oh dear god, Jason was NOT going to give THE SPEECH to the demon brat, that was Bruce's job.
"Stop gaping Todd, makes you look even more stupid", sure enough Jason snapped his mouth shut, leaning his elbows on the table, he would entertain the brat, okay he would entertain himself, because this sounded hilarious. And possibly something he could use to mess with Bruce, and Dick's lovelife, which he would love to do both.
"Why would you want to find Dickie a partner? He has plenty and he doesn't have problems with finding partners. Also what do you need me for? Go to Replacement", Damian looked at him like he was stupid, and useless, but that's how Damian always looked at him. Hell, Jason was pretty sure no one but Dick could get any other emotion out of this kid, and with emotion he meant, less angry and less stabbity stab stab kind of actions.
"Drake is even more useless than you. And you seem to speak with Grayson about these issues, so you can give an insight to what are HIS preferences", why did Jason get a feeling Dick's preferences didn't matter when the demon was setting him up with someone? "His last relationship left him an emotional mess, again, and when he gets like that he becomes overly clingy and needs us to spend time with him. Also he is too kind for his own good, so he needs others to make this decision for him - I will make a rational decision whom he should date and settle down with since he is unable to make such a choice, which would work in the long run and not hinder with our work", Jason tried not to grin, failing miserably again, this was too good. The demon brat really seemed to believe in his plan of getting Dick to date someone based on what the brat thought would be good. Would this entail Dick dating an assassin or the cute girl selling the ice cream?
"I've already gone through possible candidates", the brat pulled out a tablet, opening an excel file, AN EXCEL FILE, of the possible people he could consider letting Dick date, Jason was quick to snatch it off his hands, rather surprised to see both men and female on the list, it was impressive. The demon brat was going to quite the lengths to get Dick a proper partner. Damian glared at him for taking the tablet off him but he said nothing about it, instead he calmly took a sip of his tea, gauging Jason for a reaction.
"So... what is the next step?"
"You will find out Graysons opinions on the candidates and then we will set up dates, where I can find out if it is going to work or not. And you will find out if the chemistry is there", the brat had been thinking about everything, Jason's eyes scanned the names on the list, the brat had done extensive background checks on everyone, there was pros and cons listed, there was possible marks on which could get Dick's attention... this shit was creepy.
But honestly, Damian had a point, the brat wasn't... right, but he had a good point. Dick did usually go in and out of relationships rather fast, the man thought too much with his emotions rather than making rational decisions with his mind. Dick had sometimes mentioned something of his relationships to Jason, they never spoke too... deeply about emotions, but Jason could not miss the fact every time Dick had his heart broken he became touchy and feely. Jason didn't complain, he DID NOT need physical closeness, but Dick was nice to touch and feel. Like really fucking nice, nice enough to push down and have his way with him, he was going to jack off on that thought tonight.
"Alright, let the mission Get Dick some dick begin!" Jason could feel the appalled looks from the adults around on his back, oh was he too loud? Demon brat however just scowled, but looked somewhat satisfied as he plucked the tablet off Jason's hold. Damian really couldn't fathom why his father had brought these people into the house, they were all good for nothing.
"I will message you the details, meanwhile - be useful and find a place where to hold these dates so we can keep an eye on Grayson", Jason snorted, this was like planning on looking after fifteen year old on the first hormone filled date, was Damian ready to see what his precious elder brother did with women, and men. Not that the brat gave him the chance to ask, he was up and out of the place, followed by the jingle of the bell on the door, which caused Jason snigger once more, demon brat in an ice cream shop, hilarious! And while he was there, he might as well get a scoop or five. Because when you were a responsible adult you could have ice cream for dinner!