Hey guys, sorry I haven't updated in a while. My life has been very busy, what with school and stuff.
This chapter is being posted in Tim's and Damian's insight, if you read both of them. Just saying.
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"Drake, I demand you entertain me!"
Tim internally groaned at the shout that echoed through the halls. With school out for the summer and everyone else busy with their own private projects, Damian had no one else to bother. Even Alfred, who was usually quite tolerant of the Demon's behavior, had banned him from the kitchen.
"I'm working. Go bother your animals."
Damian's cat, Alfred, had followed his namesake's lead and made himself scarce, with Titus in pursuit. Which meant Tim had to deal with this on his own.
"Drake, I'm bored!" Tim took even, deep breaths as Damian appeared in the door.
"And?"
"Entertain me." He thought for a moment, remembering Grayson's warning about not being polite. "…Please?"
"…Fine. Here." Tim tossed a book at Damian, who barely caught it. The kid looked at it with unconcealed disdain.
"What am I supposed to do with this?" He sniffed.
"It's a photo album. If Bruce hasn't shown you these, he has utterly failed as a mentor." Tim went back to typing at his computer.
Damian 'tsked' before walking away, album in hand. Tim smirked. Dick would not be happy.
Ten minutes later, Damian was photocopying the images of Dick in the original Robin uniform, with the scaly underoos and bright, flashy colors that Bruce had discouraged but never managed to get rid of.
He had not expected Grayson to be so... unsensible? Without style? Damian didn't even know how to describe it, but he was rather glad. This was solid blackmail.
Drake had some use after all.
