Bickering Brothers
Bruce wasn't sure what had started it all. All he knew was that he wanted it to stop. Now.
For the last three weeks Dick and Jason had been at each others' throats, snapping at the smallest thing and blowing everything out of proportion. Every disagreement threatened to turn into World War Three and the constant screaming and swearing was getting on the billionaires nerves.
However it wasn't just Bruce who was sick of the constant fighting, Alfred had used his well earned holiday leave to get some peace.
So when the front door of the manor slammed against the wall and the angry voices of his eldest sons broke through the rare quiet of the house Bruce knew that he had to do something.
Stalking out of the study he followed the sound of the arguing to the main living room where Dick had thrown his bag on the ground next to the couch carelessly before slumping into the seat. Jason stood in front of him, leaning forward in an attempt to intimidate the older. "You know just as well as I do that that guy was wrong and he had it coming!"
Dick sighed angrily, "The guy's a tool sure but that doesn't mean that you had to punch the guy!"
"Well you clearly weren't going to do shit!" Jason yelled in frustration.
Dick stood up, despite being shorter than Jason he was still able to look down at him, "Because it wouldn't have helped! Which 'clearly' it didn't!" he yelled back, tone mocking when he said clearly.
Jason, clearly pissed off pushed his brother hard in the chest. Dick fell back onto the couch with an 'oof'. For a heartbeat the pair glared at each other in silence before Dick let out a cry of anger and tackled Jason to the ground. The two struggled, throwing punched at the other when they could, fighting to get an upper hand on the other.
"That's enough!" Bruce bellowed into the room. However, his order fell on deaf ears as the boys ignored him. Walking forward to separate the pair he was pleasantly surprised to realise that the two were not using their combat training, instead choosing to use - what Jason called - 'Street' fighting.
Grabbing Dicks' shoulder and Jasons' arm he forced the two of them apart. "I said enough! I am sick to death of the two of you fighting! Go to your rooms! Now!"
The two glared at each other a moment longer before begrudgingly going to their rooms.
Shaking his head Bruce picked up Dick's forgotten bag and followed the eldest to his room. opening the door he found that the teen had thrown most of his belongings to the floor and was now lying on his back, staring at the roof angrily.
"You forgot this." Bruce said quietly. When Dick didn't yell at him to leave the billionaire took it as a good sign that it was safe to come in. While it was clear Dick was still mad the worst of his anger seemed to have faded. 'Good,' Bruce thought, he hated having to deal with angry teens. "So... you want to tell me what all this is about.
Dick shrugged.
"Richard."
Dick sighed, "There's this asshole at school who likes to pick on me, it's no big deal and I can handle him. But Jason decided to say something and he just made it a hundred times worse! Now every time the idiot says something Jason tries to jump in and it ends up in a fight! And I have to get involved because if I don't Jason will get the shit beat out of him! I know that he can handle it but it's my problem! And if he shows off his fighting style too much then he is risking everything! And he just can't seem to get that through his thick skull!" Dicks yelled the last sentence towards the wall that separated their bedrooms.
Jason banged the wall in response. Dick gritted his teeth, about to hit the wall back when the sound of Bruce laughing cut him off.
Glaring at his caregiver he demanded, 'Why are you laughing?!"
"Let me get this straight! The two of you have been on the verge of ripping each others' heads off for the last three weeks all because you're defending each other?" Bruce said, laughter and relief clear in his tone.
"Well... yeah." Dick said, now that it had been said aloud he couldn't help but think of how ridiculous it was... but still!
Shaking his head Bruce ruffled the teens hair fondly, "This will blow over soon enough Dick. Do you want me to talk to Jay?" he offered.
Reluctantly Dick shook his head, "No... I'll handle it."
Bruce nodded. "Good. And Dick? Next time you have a problem at school with someone, tell me ok? I may not be able to go all Bat on them but I can still help you out chum."
Dick smiled, "Thanks dad."
A/N: Hey guys! Long time no update! i am slowly getting through the requests so keep them coming!
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