Author Note: First of all, I would like to thank my wonderful reviewers.
Striking Shadow, princ3ssf33t, eliwats22- thank you for your feedback and I am happy to have your comments so please continue.
Flightfootkeyseeker to answer your question Dick was asking if the signal that opened the car door was sent from space.
Ok, so this was inspired slightly by a real life experience but most of the idea came from my crazy imagination. There is a also a small SpongeBob reference, so all rights to that line belong to their rightful owners. Sorry for the wait on this next chapter.
I hope you enjoy Rule Two, and as always please review.
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Rule Two
By Radiant Storm
"Theeeeee…" Dick began in a low baritone.
"Dick, please." Jason begged as he shoveled another bite of pancakes into his mouth. If Jason's posture, hand gripping his head and back slumped, did not properly convey to his older brother that he was annoyed; Jason thoroughly accented his point by over dramatized sighs at his elder brother.
"This isn't for you, Jay." Dick scolded as he adeptly flipped another perfectly crafted pancake.
"At least take the apron off, you look like someone's lonely aunt."
"Hey!" Dick defended his domestic apparel as he took dark maple syrup to perfect his culinary creation. "I'm cooking."
"I wish Alfred would never leave." Jason muttered through a full mouth.
"He is visiting family in England and it is our job to take care of little Tummy, here" Dick flashed a mischievous look and cooed to Tim as the small boy bounced exuberantly in his highchair, wide ocean blue eyes attentive to his brother's inane antics.
"Is it imperative that the pancakes have syrup hearts?" Jason eyed Dick's handiwork. Jason stifled his eye roll, not a meal the entire week had been served without it somehow adorning hearts of some substance.
"Yes." Dick scoffed at the notion that pancakes were or are ever consumed without being peppered with gooey hearts. "Because-"
"Never mind." Jason snapped, a last ditch effort to stifle his brother.
"The most important meal of the day, serving it up Timmy's way!" Dick finished his senseless dance by sliding the pancake in front of the giggling toddler. Quickly, the chubby little Robin feasted heartily in fluffy goodness. "You see, Jason," Dick tone transforming into the gentle wisdom of a mother. "The way into a toddler's heart is only achieved with the magical ingredient of love."
"That's bullcrap."
"What?"
"You are insinuating that Timothy here favors you because you are sunshine in an apron." Jason accused rashly.
"No, I wasn't saying that, Jay."
"You're darn right you're not slandering my reputation with young Timothy here." His hands slightly flailing in frustration.
On impulse, Jason huffed and scooped Tim from his highchair. Jason held him close, bouncing him as he did so. "You love me, Timster. Don't cha'. Yes, you do. Yes, you do."
At Jason's sudden affection, Tim's mouth bubbled into a grin. With an expertise that surprised Dick, Jason incited gleeful giggles. When Jason momentarily stopped to gauge his reaction, Tim eyed Jason.
"Your perfect," Tim slurred, his chubby hands running from Jason's unruly black hair to his surprised face. Though the Red Hood would never admit it, hearing Tim's cherub voice provide such an innocent love hit his heart. Jason easily stifled a tear he would never confess to possessing as he quickly kissed Tim's rosy cheek.
Dick on the other hand…
"Timmy!" His voice sliding into falsetto. Dick scrambled to his brother's side, praising Tim for his affection.
Tim was still solely focused on Jason, and proceeded to lavish Jason with his words. Jason paused and the moment of loving connection between two brothers was suddenly shattered. Jason's face abruptly dropped from his small smile, his mood plummeting from joy to complete shock. Tim's simple sentence laced in warmth and a little child's dear love:
"You're so fat."
"WHAT?" Jason demanded.
Tim, very unaware of his blatant insult, continued. "With your fat face and your fat hands. You're so fat."
Jason suddenly, as if he had been struck, settled Tim into Dick's arms with anger sparking his blue eyes. His callused hands hesitated on his stomach before gasping. Jason locked eyes with his cheerful older brother.
"You." He accused.
"What?" Dick was clueless.
"What are in these pancakes? What have you been feeding me? I'm gaining weight. I'M GETTING FAT!"
"Jay-"
"I'M TWO POUNDS FROM BEING THE BEFORE PICTURE ON WEIGHT WATCHERS!"
"Jason, stop overre-"
"YOU STOP SABOTAGING ME WITH YOUR SUGARY HEARTS!"
"Jason, Tim doesn't-Jason!" Dick strived to placate Jason and attempted to follow him as Jason stormed from the room, but he was too late.
"STOP SABOTAGING ME WITH YOUR LOVE!"
Rule Two: Mastery Over Vocabulary Is Vital.
Rule 2.5: Never Take Advice from a Toddler.
I know Jason is slightly AU in this but I saw an opportunity and I took it. Again, please review.
Thanks for reading.