"Todd!"
"Yes?" he replies innocently, hiding the glee threatening to break through.
"You've ruined my breakfast, you mongrel!"
Sipping on his coffee (black today because, well, spoilers) Jason tries not to laugh. "How?"
"You know damn well," Damian growls from across the table. "If I had no regard for Pennyworth, I would throw this cereal at your face."
Alfred picks up Damian's bowl and carries it over to the sink. "I appreciate your not making a mess, Master Damian. What did you do to the cereal, Master Jason?"
"Nothing."
Alfred raises his eyebrow.
"The cereal is fine. Promise. It's the-"
"Good morning," Tim mumbles as he shuffles into the kitchen. He immediately goes to the coffee maker, grabbing his favorite mug and the sugar jar.
Jason looks pleadingly at Damian and Alfred, requesting their silence. Snorting, Damian nods. Of course he would want to see this. Alfred just leaves the kitchen, leaves the boys to their fights and pranks.
Having prepared his coffee, Tim takes a seat at the table.
Jason waits with bated breath. This is going to be so good…
Tim picks up the newspaper.
And sips his coffee.
And… flips to the next page. And sips his coffee again.
Jason and Damian look to each other in bewilderment.
"Um…Tim?"
"Yeah, Jason?"
"How's your coffee?"
"Great, thanks."
"So… it tastes alright? Like normal?"
Tim looks up and blinks a couple times, like he's just now registering that Jason is speaking and that he himself is awake and the world has color. He drinks his coffee, testing.
"Hmm. It is different. I like it."
Damian, having had enough of his 'brothers', walks away from the table muttering something about uncivilized swine.
Shaking his head, Jason sits back disappointedly. He had been so sure of a reaction, like Damian. Whatever. Tim is weird as fuck. And he still has Dick and Bruce yet.