Disclaimer: Batman does not belong to me. I make no profit from this. Batman created by Bob Kane with Bill Finger.
Author's Note: The Todd plotbunnies are strong with this one.
Jason leaned back in his chair as he stared at his email inbox. The computer screen in front of him was bright, far too bright for his sleepy eyes at two in the morning. In his left hand, he clutched a can of the most caffeinated cola he could find at a rundown convenience store. His hair was sticking up at odd angles, a sign of the rude awakening he had received from Roy.
A half hour ago, Jason had received a text message from Roy. It read, rather simply, I used your email. Check inbox for death threats.
That sent Jason into quite the panic. The only person he could think of who would be sending him death threats is...
1 new email from: Damian
Jason gulped. He moved his hand to the computer mouse and clicked on the email.
Todd,
No, I am not naming my firstborn after you. Suggest this again and I will burn your entire apartment complex to the ground.
Hatefully,
Damian
Jason wanted to kill Roy, but he also wanted to raise an eyebrow at the surprisingly calm way in which Damian had responded.
Well, calm for Damian.
Jason was about to go to bed when he heard the sound of breaking glass. He whipped his head to the left, to see his window broken, and a batarang lying on his bed.
So much for calm.
Elsewhere in the world, on the quiet, expansive outskirts of Gotham City, Bruce Wayne sat at his desk, going over a newspaper article on a robbery at the Gotham Bank. As he was turning the page, his phone vibrated, indicating he had received a text message.
Jason: B, do you know where your demon spawn is? He broke my fucking window.
Jason: Little bastard's paying for it.
Bruce sighed. As a parent who had gone through the same thing with Jason many times, he understood well enough, that, "your kid's paying for it," really meant "you're paying for it."
His phone vibrated again.
Jason: And tell that Emerald Asshole to get control over his kid.