This is my first fanfic, so constructive criticism is welcome.
Disclaimer: If I owned this I would have hired some of these fan fiction authors years ago.
Damian was shocked.
Impressed too. Not that he would admit that to anyone. He especially would not allow his facial expressions to betray him to Todd of all people.
It happened to be one of those rare occasions that a certain Jason Todd decided to pay a visit to the penthouse of Wayne Tower. Todd had insisted that he only came for supplies and that the only reason he decided to get them at the tower instead of one of his many safe houses was simply that it was more convent at the time. Though some, (cough, Grayson, cough) suggest that Todd was just curious as to what his family was up to. Of course, this was basically a loose translation of Grayson saying that perhaps Todd, dare he say, missed them.
"I am not curious." Todd would deadpan. "Of course." Grayson would mock agree, a glimmer of mischief sparkling in his eyes. "But you know how the saying goes…" He'd start with an ornery grin. "While curiosity may have killed the cat," Todd would point a finger at him warningly. "Don't you dare finish that." He'd growl with a glare pointed at the acrobat. "Satisfaction brought it back." Grayson sing-songed back. This usually causes a chain reaction of three things: The first being a bout of laughter from one Timothy Drake, typically starting with the spitting out of his coffee first. A firm scolding from Pennyworth about bringing up "Master Jason's most unfortunate event." And of course, Todd (ever the drama queen) would lunge across the table, ("Only I get to crack jokes about my death, you little…") seemingly to end the acrobatic vigilante.
This is presumably why Todd came much later this evening when the tower was much quieter.
He came in with a hand full of weirdly shaped packages whistling as he made his way to the microwave. "Demon Brat." The other male greeted. "Tt." Damian rolled his eyes from his place at the table. "Todd." He acknowledged the young man. And Grayson said he needed to learn how to be more civil.
He was writing up a report for the idiotic place called school. Why Grayson insisted he go was beyond him. Todd certainly couldn't get any louder. Whistling out a tune he called music and slamming closed the microwave. Todd turned to lean on the counter and face Damian. "Whatcha workin on squirt?" Damian growled. "I am not a child Todd, and I refused to be treated as one by being called such degrading names." The older male threw up his hands in a placating gesture. "As you wish bitty bat."
Whatever comeback and ridicule that Damian was going to say was cut off by Todd swinging open the microwave door. The timer displayed 0:00 but Damian never heard a beep. How did Todd get the door open before it went off, but after the timer hit zero?
Now Damian was staring down the young man in the kitchen.
"What?" The imbecile mumbled around a mouth full of food. "Jealous of my good looks?" The staring continued. "Look, I don't know what golden boy's policy is on feeding you, but I'm definitely not sharing," Todd stated firmly taking a large bite out of whatever nonsense he calls food as if it was a bold period at the end of his sentence.
If Damian were a lesser, weaker, being he might have his mouth left hanging open. As he was a former assassin he was able to school his awed face into a mild glare.
"I will have you know that I fought for these Taquito's fair and square in a game of knife, pistol, and machine gun. Which let me tell you is not a game for the faint of heart."
The glare intensified.
"Fine! Maybe I didn't win by playing completely fair, but that psycho was asking for it." Todd's voice was getting increasingly louder, but Damian was still too shell-shocked to bring himself to care. "The punk wouldn't let up! Crazed lunatic in a red mask. He had to be dragged away by his friend in blue and red long johns'." Once he had started he couldn't seem to stop. "I wasn't gonna let him have the last ones on the stand after I travel all the way to Mexico to get the real thing." Damian grit his teeth but still said nothing.
"Just tell the big bird to feed you!" Todd shouted storming off with his prize.
Dick was tired.
Who would have thought that all of the paperwork of being a child's legal guardian and dealing with lawyers would be so stressful? He groaned, rubbing his hand down his face.
"First you force Alfred to take a night off when you forget to feed the demon brat?"
Dick turned to find his wayward brother casually leaning against the door frame. "That's just sad." The unmasked red hood shook his head slowly. "Jason, what are you talking about?" Dick asked with furrowed brows. "The kid's too skinny." The second oldest bat brother started pushing off the door frame to leave. "Jason wait!" Dick hollered standing.
"What do you want golden boy?" He asked annoyed. "I just wanted to tell you that you are allowed to stay if you want to." The eldest reminded. "Yeah, okay." And with that, Jason was gone.
And this is how Dick found his youngest brother; starting the microwave (with nothing in it?) then opening it when it reached 0:01. A low growl would soon follow along with the slamming of the machine's door. Then he would repeat, though sometimes his baby brother would open the door on the first beep.
The process went on for sometime before Dick decided to intervene.
"Dami?" The elder started. The younger of the two twisted around to look at his brother. "What are you doing?" Dick asked incredulously.
Something akin to panic crossed Damian's face but was quickly morphed into a look of indifference. "Ah, Grayson." The boy nodded almost approvingly, though Dick could still see a hint of panic in his eyes and the embarrassed red that tinted his ears. "I suggest you tell Pennyworth that there seems to be a malfunction with this putrid contraption." He said making an angry gesture toward the microwave. "I suggest we have it removed immediately." Damian finished holding his head high as he waited for a response. "Or maybe I could take a look at it," Dick suggested stepping forward.
"Who knows," He shrugged, voice light and teasing. "It could just be the fact that you didn't have any food in there to heat up." The youngest scowled, stomping out of the kitchen. "Tt, Whatever Grayson."
Later; if anyone accused Jason of leaving one of his treasured churros for the kid, he could always say it was the replacement trying to make him look soft.
What did you think? Please review.
Also can anybody guess who the "crazed lunatic" and his friend were? I might do a story on how Jason won those taquito's if anybody is interested in knowing.