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These prompts were given by Kieve Grove here on ff . net with the theme of Batfamily interactions with an emphasis on Damian and Jason!

Zebra

"Goldie wasn't kidding when he said you loved animals." Jason said in amusement.

Damian scowled at him around the crate he was prying open. "Be silent, Todd. Or go away."

"Oh no." Jason hopped up to sit on a worktable, pushing aside the clutter of files. "I'm not missing this for the world!"

Green

Maybe it was pathetic, but one of the things Duke was having a hard time getting used to was the huge gardens and lush front lawn of the mansion. Yeah, the insides of the "house" were crazy fancy, but the only places Duke had ever seen so much green were in pictures and in Robinson Park when Ivy was on a tear.

"Takes some gettin' used to." Jason Todd drawls in his rough voice, a lopsided smile with more than a hint of bitterness almost hidden by a cigarette.

Duke has been warned about the Red Hood; by the news, by Red R-Tim. He's not denying the way his instincts warn him the man can be dangerous, but right now all Duke can really see is a boy only a few years older than himself, who understands what it is like to fall asleep in inner-city Gotham and wake up in a completely different world.

Ketchup

"I have said it before, I will say it again." Jason scowled, "you are a heathen."

"Bite me." Tim muttered through his mouthful of what had been a perfectly good chili dog before Replacement had gotten his grubby little paws and condiments on it.

Summer

Dick was in Armenia, almost two weeks into his trip when he walked into the room at a hostel and found Tim and Cass waiting for him, sprawled along one of the cots, casually inhabiting the same space in a way that made him miss Donna with a sudden fierceness. He'd have to stop by and visit her after he got back to the States.

"What are you doing here?" He asked, humor in his voice to show he wasn't angry. They obviously weren't here to try and drag him back to Gotham, too relaxed for that.

Instead of answering, Tim just looked up from his ever-present tablet with a small, shy smile that conjured an image of Tim when he had first become Robin into Dick's mind. "Damian would be here too but Alfred threatened him with forced socialization if he left before school ended. He should catch up with us in Prague."

Dick raised an eyebrow. He didn't plan these jaunts and had no itinerary. What made Tim think they-he would be in Prague in three weeks?

Tim turned his tablet around so Dick could see the screen. "Haly's gets to Europe upon the completion of their Australian tour in nine days. They will be outside of Prague in twenty-two."

Dick laughed and conceded the point, dropping his backpack on Tim's legs and throwing himself onto the cot next to them.

Maybe having his siblings along would be fun.

Obsession

Damian clenched his fists so tightly he could feel his nails cutting into his palms as he watched his father and The Pretender leave the cave side by side.

He would prove to them all that he was worthy to fight beside his father.

He had to.

Dream

Jason might be on semi-civil speaking terms with most of "The Family" (could they sound more like the Mafia if they tried?) but it was more a relationship of mutual tolerance and avoidance than anything else, plus a belligerent work relationship with The Replacement. He was not expecting Robin to show up at his safe house at three in the morning of his night off, trying to act like nothing was wrong. (Jason knows Bruce and Talia though. And the Kid's got all their tells plus some of Dick-face Grayson's.)

"Whadda ya want, Brat?" He steps away from the window and lets the kid push by him, nose in the air.

"Nothing." He says dismissively. "I just came to see what a mediocre attempt at competence like you does in his spare time."

It's an obvious lie. He is sneaking glances at Jason out of the corner of his eye, a small crinkle of...something on his forehead above the mask. Jason is still irritated.

"Well I was sleeping," he says bluntly. "Before a little demon banged on my window in the middle of the night."

He can't get really angry though. It hasn't been more than two weeks since the kid's ressurection-

Oh.

Shit.

With a groan that emanates from the deepest corners of his blood-stained soul, Jason makes for his coffee machine. Why me.

"No, the nightmares never stop. Yes, they get less common." He avoids looking at Robin. At Damian as he pulls two cups from the cabinet. "You should talk about it with someone."

A moment of silence before Damian pads up beside his elbow. "There's no one to talk to." The boy says quietly and. Just. Damn it all to HELL! Golden Boy Grayson is dead himself, something that hurts, deep and twisting in the shattered remnants of Jason's childhood faith in the infallibility of Batman and Robin and Bruce is hardly the type for heart to heart conversations these days. Somehow, Jason doubts Damian has that level of trust with Alfred...

"What about Batgirl?" He hands the smaller mug to Damian and ignores the scowl of indignation.

"What about Brown." Damian says shortly, holding the mug as delicately as he would a bird's egg. "She has nothing to do with this."

"She died once too you know." Jason says casually. "Twice actually. On the table."

"I have read the file." Damian shrugs but there is a tenseness to his shoulders. Jason really needs to find a way to actually meet this girl. She seems like someone he would like and the fact that the brat cares about her so much... "I-I don't."

He looks so lost and so very young and Jason takes pity on him with a sigh. "Have you ever seen Darkwing Duck?"

"What?" Damian blinks up at him, completely thrown. Jason takes a chance and drags him over to the sofa.

"Let me show you the classics, Brat." He pulls the DVD off the shelf. A few episodes of silly adventures should help the kid relax. As the menu comes up on the screen he takes another chance and leans a little closer the huddled ball of Robin on the other end of the sofa. "And if you really need to talk...I'm here."

Anxiety

"Is there a problem, Master Jason?" Jason jumps and looks up. If it was anyone else he would be cursing himself for his inattention but Alfred can sneak up on anybody except Cassandra. He is a bit taken aback by the open concern on the old butler's face.

"No." Not unless you count having a panic attack outside the back door. "Thanks."

He pushes off the wall and makes to walk away but is stopped by a gentle hand on his arm.

"You are always welcome here, Master Jason." Alfred says quietly. "Never doubt that." He pulls back into the doorway and holds it open encouragingly.

Prompt me!

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Step 2: Come up with seven (Only seven please; no more, no less) words and send them to me in a PM that also includes a theme. For instance, a specific AU setting, a situation, a character, a food, a color. Something to put more guidelines for the fills in place and force me to be creative. Alternately, you can give me seven words I have already written fills for and challenge me to write new, completely different ones. (In which case you can forgo theme should you so desire, as rewrite is a theme on its own.)

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