HOW SIBLINGS MAKE LIFE DIFFICULT

EARTH 99

It was the Demon Bird's fault. And Jason's. Why had Tim been expecting anything else?

"I believe the goal was to subdue them, Robin," Tim said, already developing a headache as he berated his two idiot brothers some distance away from one of Black Mask's old warehouses. "Subdue and track them."

"Tt. Shut up, Red Robin," Damian sneered.

"I don't know, Replacement," Jason said, stretching his arms behind his back."We got all the weapon smugglers, didn't we?"

"You two were only supposed to plant a tracker on one of them, and let the tagged thug flee back to whatever new hole Black Mask is currently residing in!" Tim hissed. "You were not, I repeat,not, supposed to break the clavicles of every rogue in Gotham!"

"Stop exaggerating. You're as flighty as Nightwing sometimes, kid," Jason drawled as he reloaded the magazine of his pistol with rubber bullets. "There were, like, only twenty of them."

"Besides," Damian said smugly, "this is certainly going to let us know where Mask is. He can't ignore this."

"This what?" Tim asked warily. He almost didn't want to know.

His tentative question was soon answered by the explosion of the warehouse.

Jason removed his helmet and grinned. "That."

Tim wondered how disappointed Dick would be if he strangled both of his idiot siblings right now. He knew Bruce, at least, would definitely welcome the peace.