Dick sighs as he walks into the living room to see Tim and Damian rolling around on the floor yelling and fighting with each other, again. Seeing that he's going to have to do something or the two younger boys are going to start really throwing punches, Dick steps in and attempts to pull them apart.
"Alright, stop it you two! Why are you at each other's throats this time?" he asks.
"Tt, Because Drake here stole my Poptarts and won't admit to it." Damian replies indignantly with his arms crossed and and a scowl on his face.
"And I told you, I didn't take your Poptarts! I don't even like Poparts!" Tim retorts while glaring at Damian.
Dick trys not to laugh while he replies, "Wait so let me get this straight, YOU like Poptarts Dami?"
Damian's scowl darkens but he doesn't reply so Dick continues.
"And you think Tim stole them so you're trying to get him to admit to it. But are you sure it was him who took them?"
"Well Drake was the logical choice considering Father and Pennyworth don't eat such things and even you aren't stupid enough to take my food Grayson," Damian scoffs.
"But I swear I didn't take them! I don't even like Poptarts!" Tim
"Well..." Dick slowly replies. "If I didn't take them... and nither did Tim, Bruce, or Alfred then there's only one other person in the manor currently that I can think of that would definitely dare to take your Poptarts Dam. And right now he-" Dick gets cut off by Jason as he leans casually against the doorpost munching loudly on Damian's stolen Poptarts.
"Looking for me, babybird?" Jason asks with a smirk.
"Todd!" Damian yells before lunging across the room at him.