Despite his certainty that Peep will die, Jason keeps going into Damian's room to check on the little thing, apparently interested in his recovery progress. It's beginning to make Damian extremely touchy, and this is not the first time Dick has had to fly down the hall to prevent a major battle between his two most hot-headed little brothers.
"Jeepers creepers, Dame, I was just looking at him for crying out loud."
"I've told you to stay out of my room, Todd, and if you set another foot in here again you will lose it!"
"Damian. Jason. Calm. Down." Dick orders in his best Batman voice, and they both instinctively shut up at the commanding tone. It doesn't take them long to figure out what he did, and they send him withering glances.
"Todd started it. He keeps leering over Peep."
"I told you, I just wanna see how he's doing."
"You want him dead, Todd!"
"Damian. Calm down," Dick says. He glances at Jason out of the corner of his eye as he continues, "Jason isn't going to try to hurt Peep. He wouldn't do that."
"Would so," Damian says, crossing his arms and glaring at Jason. Jason raises his arms sarcastically in a 'don't shoot' pose.
"Why on earth would I try to hurt it when it's obviously going to die anyway?" he says. Dick gives him a look, and Jason continues, "Look, Dame, I promise I won't hurt your little pet robin. I just want to look at it."
"It's Damian," the youngest brother says, "And only when I'm there to supervise you. You are not to set foot in my room without my permission. Are we clear?"
"Perfectly," says Jason, lowering his arms, "Now can I look at the little ball of cat-food?"
Dick just sighs as another argument breaks out. He's doesn't know about Peep, but he's beginning to think he won't survive until the end of the week.
A/N: You maybe have noticed by now that I like having Damian threaten Jason with grievous bodily harm. It's a quirk of mine.
