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— Are you implying that I don't know how to do anything in the kitchen, include using the microwave!? — Jason repeated exactly what Bruce had said, placing his hands on his hips and, now trying to thicken his voice to the maximum to sound like the Dark Knight, he continued: — I'm Batman, of course I know how to use a microwave!
Dick had to stop searching the cabinets: he held his aching stomach tightly — he was laughing too hard. In part, he was also tired of looking for something edible. One of the problems with always having someone do everything for you, like Alfred, is that you never know where things are.
— He always asks the same question, it seems that he forgot that barbecue time on the yacht... — Jason commented while opening the refrigerator — He also had that time with the fries, remember?
— Of course! — Dick replied in a small voice, taking a breath to laugh more and complete later: — Until today there is a burnt oil stain on the ceiling! There was also a time, the first time we camped: he prepared marshmallows with the packaging!
— He did this to me too! — Jason laughed, leaving the refrigerator aside and looking at Dick — Yeah... I think we have things in common.
— Yeah... — Dick smiled — Hey, popcorn? Damian likes popcorn, I think.
— Every normal person likes popcorn! — the youngest stopped a few seconds to reflect on the statement to fit Damian — And even if he doesn't like it, he doesn't remember...
— Wouldn't it be wrong to make him eat what he doesn't like to eat? — Despite the question, Graysson was already picking up the popcorn boxes in the gabinets, at least he knew where they were.
— Don't you think he wants a new life or something? Let's start with the popcorn...
— Ok... — The older one put the first one in the microwave and stared at the appliance waiting for them to burst. Jason went back to looking for something interesting in the fridge — Jay...
— Yes, Dick, I hope that Damian will return to normal one day.
— How do you know what I was going to...?
— Because you are predictable — The youngest lifted his shoulders and stared at him, giving up the refrigerator instead and going to the wine cellar — You can even talk about all of this "he wants what we need now, blablabla", but I know you want the brat Wayne back...
—You want too… — Dick stepped between him and the "beginning of bad decisions".
— Maybe I really want to.
— Jay, stop trying to be the family rebel and admit right away that you like Damian! You are drinking more than ever since you found him, not to mention all the times you fell asleep sitting next to the stretcher because "there was no better thing to do", and...
— Shut up, Dick's head! — Toddy pushed him, opening the cellar and taking one of the bottles.
— ... And I just think you should take advantage of all this to get close to the kid. — he finished what he was going to say before. He didn't want to fight back, he had to watch the popcorn so it wouldn't burn.
— He never liked me, Dick, but at least before he was not afraid to the point of having one of these pinscher attacks...
— Of course he likes you! — Replied the elder, leaving the popcorn aside to ruffle the hair of the younger brother who, by the way, was a little taller than him — And he had a crisis like that with me too... — Jason pushed him away yet again, without a push — … he's just nervous about everything, confused. In fact, he forgets things that happened near the crisis, I bet he won't even remember what you did.
— But I will remember! I'll remember how I remember that crowbar shit! I'm going to have nightmares about it too, except that now it was me torturing a child! — He dropped the bottle on the floor, he was starting to feel the full weight of guilt once again.
— Jay... — the brother hugged him, despite the other's reluctance to be hugged — Take advantage of the fact that he lost his memory and gets closer to him!
— How am I going to do this after what I did!?
— Doing what that frightened child wanted them to do for her after all...
That was enough to break Jason again.
It took until the youngest managed to compose himself, even though Graysson was with him all the time.
In addition, popcorn burned — the father's lack of culinary talent was gradually being passed on to his children.
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Dick melts my heart whenever he calls his wayward brother "Jay". Is there anything more adorable than that, guys?
About "Dick's Head", it's Jason's affectionate nickname for his older brother.
