Dad is SUPER mad at Jay. When we were on patrol last night, Jay sneaked off and bought some bread from his favorite bakery. He was literally snacking on croissants while the rest of us were stopping robberies and kidnappers. This morning, Dad found out what he did when the headlines on the paper read, "Red Hood: The bakery's favorite customer!" There was a picture taken by a security camera under the title. Jay was upstairs, still sleeping (because he's not a morning person) when Dad's face turned RED, as in TOMATO RED. Before any of us could run upstairs and warn Jason of the incoming danger, also known as Bruce Wayne, Dad stormed upstairs and kicked Jay's door down so hard, Alfred had to replace it later with a brand new door.

"JASON PETER TODD."

"Ugh what old man, I'm sleeping. No one wakes YOU up when you're sleeping." Jay sat up in his bed.

"EXPLAIN TO ME THE MEANING OF THIS. AND DON'T BE DISRESPECTFUL TO ME, I AM YOUR FATHER." Yep, this is how dad sounded. In all caps. Imagine Darth Vader's voice.

Jason looked nervous, but he tried not to show it.

"I can't see it."

Dad threw the paper at Jay. It hit him straight in the face. OOF.

Jason looked down and saw himself chomping on a croissant.

"Uh, that's um not me. That's a… er… cosplayer. Yeah! He's a cosplayer!" Jay stammered, we all knew he was lying.

"DON'T LIE TO ME JASON. I WANT YOU TO GET YOURSELF A BAGEL AND GO DOWN TO THE CAVE. YOU WILL BE CLEANING UP BAT POOP WHILE THE REST OF US ENJOY THIS SATURDAY. NO ONE IS ALLOWED TO HELP HIM."

"But Bruce! The cave is COVERED in bat poop! No one can finish cleaning in ONE day! I have to meet Roy tomorrow!"

"WELL THEN YOU BETTER WORK QUICKLY. I WANT THE CAVE SPOTLESS." Dad stomped out of Jay's room.

"UGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH." Jay groaned and flopped off the bed, falling face first onto the carpet.

"Aw babybird, just do it. You shouldn't have done that anyways." Dick pitied him, so did I. Damian and Tim were a whole other story. They were rolling -ROLLING!- on the ground laughing.

"Shut up, you little brats." Jay growled at them.

That made them laugh even more.

Jason trudged out his room and down the stairs.

I almost feel bad for him. But, not really because he KNEW I loved croissants… and he didn't even save me some.