Chili Dogs

"Jason, you don't have to be that irritating drunk guy that no one wants to get stuck in front of at every sporting event. You know that right?" Jason rolled his eyes at Tim and sat down with his beer. "We're supposed to be bonding," Tim reminded him of the reason Bruce was making them go to the Gotham Knights baseball game together.

"Ya, but why-" Jason suddenly stopped talking and started squinting across the stadium,"No freaking way." Tim craned his neck in the direction Jason was staring.

"What? What's wrong?"

"Is that Golden Boy and the Demon Child over there?" Jason pointed to the direction he was looking. Tim cocked his head sideways and sure enough he caught a glimpse of a ridiculously happy twenty-something that could only be Dick Grayson, with a gloomy shadow that had to be Damian Wayne.

"Why are they here?"

"How am I supposed to know, I didn't know they were here until just now," Jason reminded Tim.

"We should say hello." The Alfred voice in the back of Tim's head was telling him to be polite.

"They're to far away, and besides you and I both know that Dick was probably the one who suggested to Bruce that we do this little bonding trip." Tim was considering what Jason said when he saw out of the corner of his eye the very person they were talking about, waving at them. Jason groaned.

"Oh, it's not that bad. Just eat your chili dog and watch the game." Tim waved his hand. He knew the Gotham Knights would probably win the game tonight. He personally had a knack for memorizing numbers, and baseball stats were somewhat of a hobby for him. By the time he looked back up from the large stadium tv screen, Dick and Damian were near them.

"Hi Jay, hi Timmy!" Dick smiled at both of the former Robins.

"What are you doing here, Goldie?" Jason asked through a mouthful of chili dog. Dick rubbed the back of his neck.

"Uh, honestly I wanted to make sure you weren't going to kill each other..." Jason shook his head furiously at Dick's honest comment.

"Oh, no! We're bonding! Isn't that right, Replacement!" Jason sneered sarcastically at Tim.

"Jay," Dick complained,"Please will you just try."

"Damian looks just as happy to be here as Jason is," Tim mentioned. It was true. The silent boy was scowling at Dick's side. Damian opened his mouth for a rebuttle, but Dick cut him off.

"Guys, the national anthem is playing!" All of the batboys turned to the flag in the middle of the field.

()()()

"I'm hungry," Tim said out loud. He wasn't complaining or telling anyone in particular, just stating a fact. It was the bottom of the fourth inning and so far his predictions were coming true. The Gotham Knights were winning four to zero.

"Eat a chili dog," Jason suggested. It took Tim a moment to figure out what Jason had said because of the chili dog in Jason's mouth.

"How many have you had?" Jason shrugged.

"You can never have to many chili dogs," Jason answered in complete serioiusness. Tim quirked an eyebrow.

"Are they really that good?" Jason's eyes got as large as saucers.

"Have you never had a chili dog?" Tim shook his head. Jason stuffed the last bit of chili dog into his mouth and swallowed quickly, he then immediately stood up and grabbed Tim's arm.

"Come on."

"Where are we going?" Tim asked, but followed Jason anyway, not that he had much of a choice.

"Ya, where are you two going?" Dick asked from his seat a row behind them. Truthfully, he was a little worried. He hadn't been paying attention to Jason and Tim in front of him, instead paying attention to Damian, who was surprisingly content with eating popcorn and people-watching.

"Chili dogs!" Jason called over his shoulder, as if that explained everything. He led Tim all the way up to the nearest stand that sold food and bought three.

"Why are you buying three?" Tim asked as Jason shoved one of the warm chili dogs in his hand.

"Because I want one, and after you have that one, you'll want another one." Jason led Tim back to their seats, and they sat down just as a Gotham Knights player hit a double. Jason did not wait for Tim to bit into his chili dog before eating part of his own. Tim slowly brought the food up to his mouth. Ugh, it's so messy. After biting into it, he looked to Jason, who was looking at him expectantly.

"Do you like it?"

"OhmygodThisIsTheBestThingI'veEverHadInMyWholeLife ," Tim exclaimed, although the words were muffled through the chili dog.

()()()

The rest of the game was spent with Jason and Tim sharing in the magical delight that are chili dogs, Damian catching a foul ball, and Dick getting the phone number of the girl who was sitting next to him.

The former Robins were exhausted by the time they got back to the Manor. Dick carried a sleeping Damian inside and Tim and Jason walked in after. They had all decided to crash at the Manor, in their old rooms. Bruce was sitting on the couch when the boys passed him. Jason and Tim kept talking and walking up the stairs, but Dick slowed down.

How'd it go? Bruce mouthed, he didn't want to wake Damian. Dick gave a thumbs up with the hand that was resting on Damian's back. Bruce looked slightly surprised.

"Chili dogs," Dick whispered, as if that explained it. He then left to tuck Damian into bed, leaving Bruce completely puzzled.

A/N: I'm working on your guy's suggestions as well! Sorry, this one just popped into my head (I just got home from watching the Royal's home game tonight, which is also the reason I'm posting so late). Also a guest review asked for some Tim Drake, and I realised that I'd been neglecting him completely!

Sorry Timmy;)

Thank you all for reading!