Prompt: The Batboys all go get a job

"C'mon Jay! It'll be fun!" Dick whined at him, blocking the only exit.

Jason groaned, rolling his eyes. Whoever gave Dick the idea that they should get a job together was in for a world of pain. Apparently, visiting the manor more often wasn't enough for Dickiebird. Instead, he had run out and got them a job interview.

"No." And Jason meant it, he really did. He had better things to do. He didn't need to get a job with Dick.

"Please Jay! Tim and Damian are doing it too!"

"What are they doing?" Jason questioned, taking a step closer to Dick. Now this was interesting. Demon spawn and Replacement actually doing something together? He leaned against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest.

"They got a job at the smoothie place up the street. Alfred wants us to get along better so he made it into a competition. Whichever team can hold their job the longest gets his cookie recipe." Dick replied casually, still blocking the kitchen door.

Jason thought for a moment, "I suppose we're on the same team?" It couldn't be that bad, could it?

Dick nodded his head and grabbed his jacket off the coat rack beside him.

"What's the job?" 'Alfred's cookies are pretty good', Jason thought. Maybe it's worth it. He and Dick already got along pretty well.

Jason watched, horrified, as a wicked grin spread across Dick's face.

"Alligator wrestling."

"Drake, I swear, if you bump into me one more time, I'll dislocate your shoulder." Damian hissed while shoving fruit into a blender.

"Why don't you watch where you're going then?" Tim bit back and walked towards the cash register. The only reason he was tolerating the brats presence was to get Alfred's cookies.

"Well Drake, I was here first."

"Shut up. We have a customer," he announced as the bell hanging on the door chimed.

"Hello, welcome to The Cool Smoothie. What can I get you today ma'am?" Tim stated in his friendliest voice, throwing a smile in for good measure.

"Hi, I'll take a small banana-mango smoothie please." The woman asked, not sparring Tim a glance, and began digging through her purse.

"Damian, one small banana-mango smoothie!" Tim yelled behind him, listening to Damian's angry tsk that followed.

"I already know, Drake," Damian ground out, blending the ingredients together.

Tim sighed. There was no way they'd win this competition.

"And tell me again, what exactly qualifies you for this job?" The interviewer, Tom, asked hesitantly.

"I was raised in the circus!"

"I'm good with guns."

Tom paled and pushed his glasses further up his nose, "Well, since you are the only applicants," he swallowed thickly, "You got the job. Good luck."

Tom shuffled his papers and watched the pair leave. This was not going to end well.

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