Dick's Gift in Return
Despite popular belief, Dick was not oblivious. He had noticed right away the increase in hostility his brothers, his father, and even his butler presented to the rest of the world. He also noticed that the hostility coincided with people making rude comments about him. Dick knew that if he made a big deal about it, his brothers would rebel, and Bruce would get that adorably awkward look on his face before disappearing in the Batcave for a few days. Alfred would just raise an eyebrow. Dick had a feeling that the butler knew that he knew.
What his family did not know, was that he defended them just as often as they did him. Granted, Alfred probably knew. Alfred always seemed to know everything.
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Dick was strolling confidently through the Wayne Corp building. It was lunchtime, so he was going to see whether or not Jason wanted to go out and grab something to eat with him. He hadn't spent quality time with just Jason in a long time, so he figured the gesture would be begrudgingly appreciated.
As he approached Jason's office, he heard the sound of his secretary on the phone. Normally Dick would announce his presence, but then he heard his name being mentioned as well as Jason's, so he decided to listen in. He was not being impolite, he just happened to overhear a conversation in the process of approaching his brother's office. He hoped that Alfred would not be too disappointed in him.
"Tracey, I would so rather be working under Dick Grayson. He is Bruce's heir, you know? And he's so hot. I can totally overlook that he used to be gypsy trash. Jason on the other hand, is and always will be street scum. The guy's a horrible boss. I'm a secretary not a servant. He actually gives me work, and asks my opinion on things. Like I care what project raises the most money for orphanages. And he could at least hit on me, I'm hot!"
Dick felt his eyebrow twitch and his lips turn into a frown. Jason liked his secretary, yet here she was bad mouthing him. If there was anything that Dick hated, it was when people pretended to like someone when in truth, they hated them.
Placing an easy going smile on his face, Dick sauntered up to the secretary. "Hey there…"
He paused trying to remember her name. It was something flowery. Iris? No Daffodile? "Daisy. Daisy Carmichael." She blushed and batted her eyelashes a little.
"Right. Ms. Carmichael. How do you like working for my brother?" Dick leaned casually against her desk, and she blushed slightly. Dick mentally rolled his eyes. She was the kind of woman who knew how to control her reactions to appeal the most to men, and Dick was not falling for it.
"Mr. Grayson, I cannot begin to describe how amazing this job is, but I think that I am a better negotiator than a humanitarian." Daisy casually leaned forward and allowed her blouse to slip down and expose her cleavage. To her immense displeasure, Dick didn't even glance down at her cleavage, instead, never looking away from her eyes.
"Is that so, Ms. Carmichael? You see, I don't like being lied to." Dick eyes chilled and Daisy shivered.
Daisy felt her palms begin to sweat slightly. "I don't know what you're talking about Mr. Grayson. But I really do have work to do."
"I believe that your friend Tracey would disagree. After all, Jason is, and always will be a street rat. Maybe that's why he's so good at his job." Dick placed his head on his chin, and to the observer, he would have appeared to be relaxed and maybe even flirty. To Daisy on the other hand, he appeared to be playing with her.
Daisy swallowed and lifted her chin. She was not going to let him bully her. "I think I'll be recommending that Martha from accounting be switched to Jason's personal secretary. Your work ethic is astounding, so I'll have you promoted to one of the executive's private secretary. That's a lot of work and you are dedicated to working are you not?"
Daisy gave a nervous smile and Dick gave her a malicious grin. "Glad that's settled. Now I have lunch with my brother, so why don't you tell him you got that promotion you applied for."
"But I didn't apply for any promotions." Daisy said nervously. She wanted to agree with anything the man was asking of her, but his plan seemed to have a fatal flaw in it.
"I'm in charge of promotions. You just applied. And got the job. You'll be reporting to Mr. McAllister starting Monday." Daisy was about to ask another question when the door to Jason's office opened.
Dick gave him a bright smile. "Hey Bro. Wanted to take you out to lunch. What do you think?"
Jason gave a small smile before it turned into a suspicious scowl. "If you wanted to take me on a lunch date, why are you talking to my secretary and not me?"
Dick laughed lightly. "You're always so suspicious Jason. I was informing her of her promotion. I got you a new secretary too. You know Martha, one of the secretaries in accounting, she's always volunteering. She also makes amazing cookies."
Shooting one last glare at Daisy, Dick steered Jason out of the building and changed the topic seamlessly before he could even think to ask why his brother was replacing his secretary without his permission.
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Dick was waiting patiently for Tim to get out of his advanced chemistry course. Tim always seemed to stay in class late, which led to Dick leaning against his car trying to ignore the girls ogling him. Contrary to popular belief, he did not sleep with any girl that showed him any interest, and he would definitely never sleep with any girl that was still in high school.
Checking his phone for the time, Dick paused and sent Bruce multiple selfies of him making funny faces. The poor man was stuck at a budget meeting while Dick got to pick up his younger brother. He hoped that Lucius would take a picture of Bruce trying to stifle a laugh, it always made him look a cross between angry and constipated.
Dick paused when he heard a group of girls giggling next to him. Lowering his phone slightly, he continued to stare at it while listening to their conversation.
"Seriously. He's still in the lab. That kid is such a nerd. It's sad, he would have been kinda cute too. Not to mention he's one of the Wayne brats. Could you imagine marrying down like that? Nobody's ever going to want to date him."
Dick crinkled his eyebrows. The girls in front of him were all had stylish haircuts and had purses that he recognized from high society events. They also were wearing black pumps that went with their school uniforms.
Dick knew their type from back when he was in high school. They were always nice until you weren't around. He still could not understand why anyone would pretend to like someone when they didn't. Granted he didn't really hate anyone but the Joker. And Penguin. And Bain.
The point being, he would never pretend to be friends with someone and then talk badly about them. He might fake a smile like he did at society events, but he never told anyone there that he actually liked them.
The girls seemed to notice that someone was watching them, and turned to face him. They quickly adopted flirty looks and approached him. Dick made no move to move, but he did raise an eyebrow when the 'leader' stroked a finger down his chest and abs, pausing at his belt buckle.
"Hey Hot Shot. What're you doing here? I saw you watching my friends and I, wanna hang out somewhere more private with us?" The 'leader' dipped a finger under his slacks to drive her point home.
Carefully removing her hand, Dick grimaced slightly. "Sorry, I only 'hang out' with people that will amount to something. You're all gonna be rich housewives, right? Not really my type, unless its for a one night stand. And I don't do those with high school students."
"Whatya mean we're not gonna be anything? We're rich, we're pretty, and any guy would be lucky to marry us. You're missing out!"
The girl stomped her foot and looked so frustrated that Dick burst out laughing. "So what. Change the world. You have the money to do so. I work, and I'm trying to make Gotham better for everyone. You can't do that by just throwing money at the underprivileged. Take Tim Drake. He's your age, and he's already the head of R&D at Wayne Corp. And believe me, that's not because of who his Daddy is. It's because the kid is a genious. He's done tone of projects that help the police and the public. He made a new breathalyzer app that he distributed to each bartender, legal or not, in the city hoping they'd stop customers that they thought had too much to drink. He helped develop a new drug for the police that should bring people down from any high they're on. He's done something for the world. What have you done?"
Dick figured that the conversation was done. He pulled out his phone and checked his messages again. Bruce had sent him a photo of him glaring and Lucius had sent him a photo of Bruce looking angry and constipated. What really surprised him, was the the video that Lucius had sent. Bruce was staring down at his phone and that weird look that meant he was stifling his laughter turned into a soft smile. Seeing that, the executives asked what he was looking at, and to Dick's surprise, Bruce proudly showed off the silly selfies that Dick had taken, earning a few laughters from the executives.
Marking the video as a favorite, Dick looked up when one of the girls in front of him pulled forcefully on his sleeve. "What?"
"Who are you to tell us that? You may be hot, but it's not like you're someone important. And how do you know that much about that loser Tim Drake? Stalker much?"
Dick rolled his eyes and sighed. What the hell was wrong with these girls. They were probably the first people that he had met since he was eight that hadn't recognized him on sight.
Spotting Tim walking out of the building, he waved, smiling brightly. Tim saw him and smiled, starting to walk over. Turning back to the girls, Dick smirked. "Stalker? I guess you could say that. Hi, my name is Dick Grayson, and I'm more important than you'll ever be. And if you ever say talk like that about my brother again, I'll make sure being wealthy is never one of your worries."
Dick wrapped an arm around Tim's shoulder when he arrived to the group and led them away from the group of girls and to the car. When they were strapped in, Dick checked the rearview mirror to see the girls gaping at him before driving the car out of the lot.
"Hey Dick? Why were you talking to those girls? You normally avoid that type of girl like the plague." Tim paused before mumbling, "Besides, they're not really nice to me."
Dick glanced quickly at Tim before offering a reassuring smile. "No worries Timmy. I was just explaining to them the benefits of staying in school over prostitution."
Tim let out a disbelieving snort and shook his head. "Only you Dick. Wait till I tell Jason. He's gonna love that."
Dick just smiled gently, not minding that he was most likely going to receive another lecture from Bruce and Alfred about the proper ways to speak to a lady.
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Dick shifted uncomfortably in the small plastic chair. Damian had surprised everyone by asking him to go to Career Day at his school. Bruce had been hurt until Damian explained that he could go to the next one as he was supposed to be at an important meeting that day. That had made Bruce smile softly. Jason meanwhile said that he wanted to go until Tim pointed out that there would be kids there.
Now Dick sat in a room with the other parents in a too small chair, bored out of his mind. The teacher had led them to this room, saying that the class would only be ready for them in an hour which had earned multiple groans.
Dick busied himself by texting Jason, who while did not want to be near children, was still incredibly jealous that Dick got to go.
Dick: Bro…
Dick: Be glad you're not sitting in this chair. It only fits half my ass
Jason: Scandalous! The Superhero community will be disappointed
Dick: Really?!
Jason: Is the teacher hot?
Dick: REALLY?!
Jason: What! Teacher's are hot! Maybe I can help the punk get better grades if I stay for detention…
Dick: REALLY JASON!
Jason: I'm only thinking of my brother's best interests
Jason: And mine
Jason: It's a win-win really
Dick: I need to bleach my brain
Jason: That's what I thought when I caught you and Kory going at it last month
Dick: I told you! WE WILL NOT SPEAK OF THAT MOMENT EVER AGAIN!
Jason: Whatever bro. Gotta go. The Old Man is yelling
Jason: Apparently this meeting is about what funds I need for public outreach programs
Dick: JASON!
Jason: WHAT?
Dick: Whatever. Bye Jason. I'll make sure to check out the teacher for you
Jason: Give her my number! And tell her I do the work I do for the children
Jason: Chicks dig that
Dick shook his head and decided to join in a conversation. Scooting his chair to the nearest group of parents, Dick tried to catch up on the conversation.
A robust man was talking, waving his hands around for emphasis. "Typical that Wayne isn't here. My son Jr. says that that boy is a menace, and no wonder when Wayne pays no attention to him. I bet he's only ever met the nanny. I heard the boy got in trouble for beating a child so badly he needed to go to the hospital. And for no reason too."
Dick raised an inquisitive eyebrow when the rest of the group quickly agreed. When the man noticed that Dick had not agreed, he sized him up before offering a hand. "Name's Robert Luman. Owner of Luman Motors. Robby Luman, or Jr., is my son." He scanned Dick over again before sneering. "Who's your kid?"
Dick leaned back in his chair and sized up the man in front of him like he often did in the boardroom. Robert Luman did not travel in the same circle's are Bruce did. However, he was by far the wealthiest person in the room which is probably why the other parent's were listening to him like his words were gospel. Dick smirked slightly. Robert Luman was by far the richest man in the room until Dick had walked in, then he was the second richest man. Not that Dick personally cared, but this man obviously did, and he definitely did not realize who he was talking to.
Dick looked at the man's offered hand, not offering one in return. Robert seemed to take that as an insult, if the tightening of his lips was any indicator. The other parents tittered nervously, glancing between the two of them as if it were a tennis match.
Dick casually glanced at the ornate rolex on his wrist (a gift from Bruce) before he looked back up at Robert. "Oh. I don't have a kid here. My brother asked me to come. Dad was going to, but the kid said that he shouldn't skip the important business meeting. Dad didn't agree, but they settled on him coming next time, despite any previous engagement that he may have."
Robert's eye twitched slightly. "That doesn't tell me who you are or who you are here for." Dick raised an eyebrow. He really didn't want to answer the man.
As if hearing his silent request, his phone started to ring. Seeing Jason's name flashing across the screen, Dick waved the phone before saying, "Gotta take this."
Unfortunately he wasn't lucky enough to just get a rescue call. A holographic image of the board room popped up with Jason's blue figure pacing the room like a caged tiger. Dick knew that the board room could see a blue holographic version of him as well as some of the other parents.
Sighing at Robert Luman's gasp, Dick ran his hands down his vest and dress shirt. "Ladies. Gentlemen. What seems to be the problem. I was trying to enjoy my brother's Career Day."
Then because the universe hated him, Ms. Jax led the class into the room. Damian seemed to notice right away what was going on, scowling softly. Turning to Ms. Jax he declared, "My brother shall be going first it seems. He will be giving a live demonstration of his skills it seems." Turning to the hologram he continued. "Father, it seems you have made my Career Day after all. Perhaps next time there will be no reason to argue that you would be a better fit than Grayson."
Bruce smiled faintly. "Sounds good Damian. But I thought that we agreed that I would go next time?"
Damian ignored him and looked over at Jason. "Well Todd, you got your wish. You may give your phone number to my teacher so that you can begin the sexual relation you wished to have."
Dick felt the blood drain from his face. Turning to fully face Damian he hissed, "Damian you can't say things like that!"
Damian smirked. "Relax Grayson. I was merely jesting. Right Todd?"
Jason let out a nervous laugh and ran a hand through his hair. "Good one kid. We'll work on timing later."
Bruce let out a breath and shook his head. "Dick, we called because we seem to be at a disagreement. We have a hundred thousand grand grant up for one of the departments and we can't agree on who gets it. It's between R&D and Public Relations at the point."
Dick felt himself straighten and his grin fade into a serious look. "I assume that we cannot just split the money and give half to each department?"
Bruce pinched in between his eyes as a new round of fighting started between executives and department heads. Raising his voice slightly to be heard over the commotion Bruce ground out, "They both said that it's not enough money otherwise to do what they want to do. Tim wants to hire some new hands to work on his new project and Jason wants to do some public outreach program. Something with STEM fields. I honestly can't remember."
Dick nodded slightly. After a few minutes of watching them fight, Dick clapped his hands loudly. The boardroom quieted down as people elbowed each other and focused on Dick. Dick absentmindedly noticed that the people behind him quieted slightly too.
"So. If I understand correctly, Tim wants more hands on deck. Right?" Receiving a nod from Tim, he continued. "And Jason. You want to do more public outreach. For the children. Right?" Jason nodded, but Dick noticed that the man the almost indiscernible snort that the man let out. "Okay. Tim you're getting your help." Dick raised his voice over the cheering and yelling. "And Jason, you're helping the children."
"How?" Jason demanded harshly. "You of all people know how important this is Dick. You got put in Juvie just because they didn't have space for you at the orphanage."
There was a silent gasp around the room and Damian straightened to the point where his spine looked like a steel rod. "Jason. We will talk about that comment later. You know Damian didn't know that, and I'm sure that nobody in this room or in yours needed to know that didn't already." Dick took a deep breath and tried to regain his composure. "My idea is that Tim hires kids from less fortunate areas as paid interns. We also offer them full Wayne Scholarships to Gotham University. That way Tim gets his new employees to boss around and you help save the children. Everyone happy? Good. I want to be a good brother and participate in my little brother Damian's Career Day." With that he hung up before the next issue could be brought up.
Turning to face the class, he saw that everyone's eyes were wide, and there were some jaws hanging. Looking at Robert Luman he said, "Sorry bout that, I turned on the auto reply, so I won't get anymore calls. I guess I should fully introduce myself. I'm Richard 'Dick' Grayson-Wayne, and I am in charge of negotiating deals for Wayne Corp with other companies. I also tend to be the tie-breaker or peace keeper at company meetings, and I try to help out in the Public Relations Department as much as possible because I don't think that being rich is any excuse not to help and connect to others. I'm here today because Damian asked me to be, and I would be honored to answer any questions that you may have for me."
Kids immediately started jumping up and down, waving their hands in the air trying to catch his attention. Dick just smiled and laughed as he patiently answered each one. His grin widened when Damian moved to stand beside him, and he practically beamed when Damian allowed Dick's hand to rest on his shoulder.
Dick made it a point to ignore Robert Luman who seemed to be peeved that the parents were now flocking around Dick and not him. Dick offered him a smile, and whether or not Robert viewed it as victorious or vindictive was not really his problem.
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Dick pulled at the collar of his tux. He was leaning against the far wall watching the party go on with a glass of scotch in his hand. He was so glad that he was over twenty one. The alcohol made these events somewhat bearable.
He watched with something resembling amusement as Bruce gestured wildly while laughing and the group he was talking to laughed with him. Normally, Dick would be standing next to him, but he just couldn't find the energy to interact with people tonight. Especially fake people. People who were looking for weaknesses they could prey upon and take advantage of.
Dick noticed absent mindedly that someone was leaning on the wall next to him, however, he was surprised when the person spoke. "Think he's a bad father too, huh? I always wonder what CPS was thinking letting him take those kids. He's a party boy not a father."
Dick looked over his shoulder at the man next to him. He was about his age, maybe a little older with spiked brown hair red hair, and a crooked tie. He too, was holding a glass of scotch in his hand."
Dick pursed his lips slightly debating whether or not to respond to the stranger. Shrugging mentally, he said, "You're wrong. I think he's a good father. The best they could've hoped for."
The other man cocked his head to the side as if debating Dick's position. "Perhaps. But don't you think that the class difference would make the kids more of a plaything for him rather than children to cherish?"
Dick shrugged. "I think most people in this room view their own children as playthings. And I think of all the people in this room, Bruce Wayne is the least likely to care about class."
The man's eyebrows furrowed. "Why would you say that? He's the richest, he should care the most."
Dick turned to face Bruce again. "Tragedy strikes anyone. Doesn't matter the class. He saw children suffering and he decided to do something. He didn't have to."
"One could argue that anyone would help the children he helped if they had the chance." The man argued.
Dick turned back around to face the man. "You're not from around here are you?"
This seemed to surprise him. "No. I'm from Star City. How'd you know?"
Dick smirked. "Because everyone knows who I am, and nobody would talk to me about my Dad that way unless they had issues. Name's Dick Grayson. It's nice to meet you."
The man blinked slowly before offering a hand that Dick shook firmly. "Roy Harper."
Dick nodded, thinking about how Bruce had something years ago about Oliver Queen's ward having that name. He had seen glances of the red head, and he knew that he was Red Arrow, but Bruce tended to avoid Ollie if he could. Something about annoying archers.
"Right. Oliver Queen's ward. If you two have issues, take it up with him. Don't project them onto me and Bruce. We are currently issue free and I'd like it to remain that way for the night. I'm too tired to fight with him right now." Dick slumped further into the wall and he swore that the red head's lips twitched slightly.
"To answer your question from earlier, most people in Gotham won't help people out of the goodness of their hearts. Especially if you're a recently orphaned circus acrobat without a penny to your name. You're too poor for the rich, and most others can't afford another mouth to feed." Dick paused and watched as Bruce and Oliver talked animatedly with one another. Dick doubted that the archer noticed the slight tick in Bruce's hand that signified he was actually annoyed. He doubted anyone but his brothers and Alfred would be able to tell that Bruce Wayne did not want to be talking to Oliver Queen.
"You know, Bruce was there when my parents were murdered. Everyone at the circus saw it, but do you know what he did? He ran down the steps from the seat where he was watching the circus incognito to where I was crying over their bodies, and he covered their faces with his expensive jacket and pulled me into a hug. He his me from the horrors of the world when everyone was too shocked to act. When the other people were whispering about the fall of the Grayson's. Two weeks later he found out they stuck me in Juvie. He arrived there with an army of lawyers and his butler and took me home that day. Yes it was trial and error. A lot of error, but he's the best thing that's ever happened to me and you can't convince me otherwise."
Roy's face turned thoughtful, and both men stood leaning against the wall in contemplative silence before Dick sighed. "I gotta go save Bruce. I think Ollie's past the point of simply annoying him. Look. When I'm mad at Bruce, I think of all he's given me, not to guilt myself into forgiving him, but rather to remember all the reasons I should forgive him. Or at least reenter the conversation as a voice of reason. I'm sure whatever Ollie did was out of love or a misguided form of it. You may not be the Dynamic Duo, but that's okay too."
Dick walked away knowing there was a shocked and confused look on Roy's face. Bruce had once told him that Ollie had tried to gain the same relationship that they had with Roy. Problem was, that kind of relationship took years to develop and the undying loyalty that the two men had for each other. That everyone in the Bat Clan has for for each other.
Walking up to Bruce and Ollie, Dick faked an urgent matter that they had to discuss. As they walked away, Bruce looped an arm around Dick's shoulders. "Thanks for the assist partner. Although I kinda wish it had come ten minutes earlier."
Dick shrugged noncommittally before dragging his mentor behind a pillar, where hopefully nobody would try to talk to them, and Dick could try to enjoy the rest of the evening.
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Dick struggled to carry the ten boxes piled high in his arms. He was Christmas shopping with Alfred and so far, they had only bought things for Tim and Bruce. Dick readjusted his hold on the boxes and said, "Alfie, I'm going to bring this to the car. I'll meet you at that biker store. Hopefully they still have the new leather jacket Jason was eyeing a few weeks ago.
When Dick finally made it out to the car, he had a hard time finding his keys without dropping his boxes. Luckily, someone caught the top three boxes as they fell. Dick looked up to see a young lady blushing as she held the boxes out to him.
Dick quickly opened the car door and stuffed everything into the back seat. "Thanks. I'm pretty sire one of the boxes you saved was my brother's new tablet."
"Hi Richard. My name's Sasha." She waved shyly at him and Dick briefly wondered how she knew his name before remembering he was kinda famous.
"Please call me Dick. Only the boardrooms call me Richard and this is my vacation." Dick paused as she laughed. "Well them and sometimes my butler."
Sasha smiled brightly before saying, "Is the butler the guy who you were with earlier?"
Dick thought that was kind of weird. It's one thing when you meet someone earlier, but really, she had followed him? "Um...yeah. Why?"
"Well he can't be a very good butler if you carried everything! You poor baby! I could totally help you if you want!"
Dick was officially creeped out by this girl. What was her problem? And why was she still talking to him? Better question yet, why was he still talking to her? "Um...he's an amazing butler actually. Cooks and cleans spectacularly and he keeps us all in line. Like a grandfather, I guess."
The girl was creeping closer and Dick starting edging back. He noted that he was one the third floor up, so about thirty feet. If he did the quad his family was famous for landing in a forward tuck before doing about ten handsprings, he could totally clear that distance claiming that it was his surface roots.
"You deserve so much better than that. I'll be your personal maid. I'll do anything you ask of me. Master."
Sasha was now only a foot away from him. "Really. Alfred's the best. Besides I rather donate the money I'd use to pay a maid."
"I don't want your money. I like instant gratification."
Seeing as Sasha was now running her hand down his chest and making a beeline for somewhere he really did not want her to touch, Dick did the only thing he could. He jumped over the rail and off the building.
Granted he landed safely and instantly started running. When he reached Alfred, he hugged the man tightly. Alfred patted his head softly and Dick pulled away. "Alfie. You can't leave us. And not because Bruce would probably blow up the kitchen the moment you left, but because maids are insane.
Alfred had no idea what the young master was trying to convey, but he appreciated the sentiment anyways.
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Sometimes, Dick was asked why he defended his family with so much vigor. He could only shrug and say something along the lines of they's do the same for him. Despite all the languages he knew, he did not know how to put it into words the bond that his family shared. A bond so tight, that it was impossible to be let in unless everyone agreed. It was a bond that people could not comprehend, so they made light of it.
Dick knew that not even the Superhero community understood their bond. Most still believed that they were a meta family able to read each other's minds, explaining how they could communicate so well without the usage of words.
The truth of the matter was, that they just understood each other on a fundamental level. Dick knew what each twitch of each muscle on each of his family members meant. Happy, annoyed, angry, sad, overwhelmed, nervous, uncomfortable, the list goes on. And the comforting part, was that they knew what each muscle twitch on him meant too. They understood each other, and therefore he knew that he would never ever have to worry about being alone or misunderstood.
So, yes. He would defend each member of his family until his dying breathe. Because he knew that without a doubt, they would do the same.
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A/N: Telling you right now. That's the longest chapter I've ever written. Its 12 whole pages on google docs, so go me! And go you for reading it!
Did you like that I included this? Personally, I thought it was a stroke of genius, but what do I know.
Thanks to Minilopflop for the idea. Said I should do insults to Jason, and I did, and it just kept going from there!
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