A/N: Written for the Faster Than the Batmobile zine by the lovely BabblingBookends on Holy Server Batman. This story has exactly 200 words.
Timeline notes: This is set when Dick is Batman and Damian is his Robin.
Better Out Than In
Sniffle. Sniffle.
Dick groaned. "Dami. Seriously? Just blow your nose already."
"Don't"—sniffle—"patronise me!"
"Well, either blow your nose or cut out the sniffling. You're driving me crazy. In fact…" Dick grabbed a tissue and held it under Damian's nose.
"Grayson!" Though muffled, Damian's voice was undeniably indignant.
"Blow," said Dick. Next moment, a warm puff of air propelled the tissue out of his hand, so that it slowly wafted onto the floor.
"Dami! I told you to blow!"
"I did!" Damian sniffled again, cheeks growing as red as his nose. "Is there some other meaning of blowing that I have not been informed of?"
Dick caught his startled laughter before it could escape. "Yeah. Look, you—you breathe out hard through your nose. You know, to get the, ah, snot out."
Damian snatched his own tissue. "Why did you not say so? I am perfectly capable of doing that myself." As Dick watched, he pressed the tissue under his own nose, scrunched up his face and exhaled hard through his nostrils. Dick knew when Damian had succeeded, because next thing he heard was a disgusted, "Urgh!"
"Better out than in," he said cheerfully, handing Damian a third tissue.
A/N: That's as close as I'll get to writing a dirty joke. Yes, I did giggle while writing it.
Tomorrow's fic will also feature Dick and Damian!