It was just a regular day in Gotham City, when it all started to fall apart..
Dick had just come back from a local appliance store and had just unwittingly told his brothers Jason and Tim that he had bought Damian a terrible, terrible thing.
"Timmy! Jason! Guess wha-at! I got Damian a brand new, totally epic, spanking cell phone at the appliance store!"
Tim had his mouth moving, but no words were coming out, as he contemplated the horror of what the brat could do now, Jason looked like his eyes were going to fall out, Dick was an oblivious idiot to what horror he had unleashed, and was prattling on about all the cool stuff it had, while Damian had a smug smirk on his face.
"So, let me get this straight," Jason interrupted, "You bought the DEMON what seems to be a CELL PHONE with UNLIMITED texting and talking, with about a billion apps."
"It wasn't a billion. More like a trillion apps," Dick pointed out, not expecting a terrible reaction
"..."
"Jason, I think your jaw is an inch away from the ground, but nice try," Tim muttered, rolling his eyes.
Dick interrupted the sure to follow argument. "By the way, this is Damian's first cell! (I'm so proud.)
"..."
"…"
"What? What happened to your faces, Jason, Timmy? Now we can group text and stuff,"
Dick beamed.
Tim yelled "YOU GOT A SUPER EXPENSIVE PHONE FOR HIM FOR HIS FIRST PHONE?!"
"Obviously."
Tim and Jason started to bombard Dick with questions and suggestions.
"Do you really think he has enough responsibility?"
"You should just give him your oldest cell that has a chance of working, then when the Demon brat breaks it, you don't have to worry about it."
"How much did that cost? Does Bruce know about this?"
"Are there any parental locks?" The last question came from Tim, planning to hack them and pretty much lock down everything he could on the cell phone using the
'parental' locks.
Damian made a "tt" noise, then drawled "Don't attempt to hack my phone, Drake. I would have to kill you. Todd, I have responsibility to spare. I am both a Wayne and an-"
"Al Ghul, whatever brat. I-"
"Timmy! Don't call your brother a brat! And don't interrupt him either!"
Tim tried to figure out whether or not Dick could handle being told he had
interrupted him, then decided his brain was too weak. "Whatever, I'm going on
patr-"
"Oh, no you don't! First, we're going to start a group text. THEN you can go on patrol." Dick glared at Tim, unaware it made him look like a baby.
"Fine."
"Whatever."
"I suppose I cannot refuse the opportunity to test this device."
Dick grinned, "Actually, wait until after you're done, then you can just focus on texting, texting, and more texting!"
Tim groaned, "WHY do I have a feeling that we're going to regret we ever got acertain demon a phone?"
Jason grunted, then leapt off the rooftop, Tim shortly following suit.
Dick turned to Damian, "Come on then! Patrol, then text!"
Damian tted again, and followed Dick to patrol.