"Here," Dick passed Tim a small, long, white box. "Jason left this for you."

Tim raised an eyebrow at him. "Jason? Did you check it over for…"

Dick interrupted Tim before he could finish his question. "It's been checked over three times…it's clean."

"Oh great. That means it's either something extremely embarrassing that I'll have to kill him for, or it's…" Tim trailed off as he opened the box and just stared at the thing inside.

"Or it's what?" Dick was practically bouncing on the balls of his feet in anticipation.

Tim just continued to stare at the object. "I assume something Jason thought I needed."

Dick nodded. "Yeah, he had said something like that…so what is it?"

Tim carefully picked up the object to show Dick. "It's a 9 inch Italian stiletto knife…red pearlex handle…kriss blade." Tim shrugged. "It does seem like Jason's style."

Dick shook his head. "Jason got you a knife, how surprising…not."

Tim shrugged again. "Hey, at least he didn't stab me through the shoulder and deliver it that way. Why do you think he got it for me, anyway?"

Before Dick could respond, Jason stepped out from the shadows. "I was going to get you a butterfly knife, but I didn't want the poor baby bird to hurt himself, so the kriss blade is a default. Plus, I think everyone should own one."

Dick rolled his eyes. "Of course you do, Jay."

Tim gave Jason a questioning look. "But why did you get it for me in the first place?"

Jason smirked evilly. "You're going to need it when we go kick that fucking meta's ass."

Tim blinked a few times. "I'm sorry…when…"

"We what?" Dick finished for Tim.

"I'm sick of running around, following some back-from-the-dead meta's rules. I want the geek to come with me. We're going to track the fucker down, and I'm getting answers. He left this on my door." Jason threw a small yellow piece of paper towards Tim.

Tim grabbed the piece of paper and stared at it for a moment before reading it out loud. "It says, 'you're still not focusing on the right person, hard-headed one.' Okay, well…that's…nice and all, but I can't go running around all over the place with you, Jason. I'm still healing from the last little incident."

Jason gave him one of his better bat glares. "It's not my fault you got your ass kicked, kid."

Tim held up his hand to stop Jason from continuing. "I never said it was."

Dick folded his arms over his chest. "Well, I'm not convinced that it isn't his fault."

"What?" Jason and Tim asked simultaneously.

"Think about it. We didn't have any of these problems before Jason randomly showed up." Dick gave Jason a dirty look.

Jason got into Dick's face. "What are you saying, Dick?" The last word was spoken as an insult.

"I'm just saying that maybe you should go deal with this problem by yourself, Jason." Dick glared as he matched Jason's tone.

Tim rolled his eyes as he stepped between the two of them. "I'm starting to think I should just keep buckets of water down here to throw on you two."

Dick turned towards Tim and scowled. "Very funny, Timmy."

Tim shrugged. "Hey, I don't think it's such a bad idea considering the way you two are constantly bickering."

Jason walked over and punched Tim in his injured arm. "I'm thinking we should string him up from his shoe laces. What do you think, Dick?"

Dick shook his head. "Nah, it isn't worth it. He'd just find something really horrible to pay us back with."

Tim rubbed his arm a little before turning back towards the two of them. "Great, well if you two are done talking about me like I'm not here, I have some work to do, so…" Tim trailed off as he made his way over to the computer.

Jason leaned over and nudged Dick. "He does that a lot, doesn't he?"

Dick nodded. "It's his own little way of dismissing us."

Jason stared at the back of Tim's head for a moment before turning back to Dick. "You know, I think I may actually prefer Bat's way better."

Dick raised an eyebrow at him. "You mean his 'glare, grunt, and then turn away from you' method?"

"Yeah, it doesn't seem so…" Jason trailed off while he searched for the right word.

"Harsh?" Dick supplied for him."

"Yeah." Jason nodded.

Tim glared at them over his shoulder. "You know I can still hear you, right?"

Jason smirked as he shifted toward Dick slightly. "He says that like we care."

Dick shook his head slightly. "Why don't we go upstairs and leave Mister Injured and Brooding alone for awhile."

Jason nodded once more as he started walking towards the stairs. "Fine, but I still want to go after the meta."

Dick began rubbing his temples as he followed Jason. "We'll see."

The End