I dare Jason not to touch a gun for the day, if he does, Dick can punch him.

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Jason: WHY!? That is like, my waifu.

Dick: Too bad, Buckle up Butter cup. Because once you're in, were going to party. ~[Levi for A Slap on Titan reference!]~

Jason: You're scaring me.

Dick: Good. *claps and the lights turn off.*

Jason: *strangled scream.*

~Later~

Dick: *humming a toon*

Jason: *rubs his gun like he's comforting it.*

Dick: *sees and punches him in the shoulder and takes it.*

Jason: OWE!! Dad I got a boo boo!! *runs.*

Bruce: *sighs and looks at him.* Jason. You're 24 (probably not but ya know. Who needs to be accurate?)

Jason: And?

Bruce: You're crying like someone killed your CAT.

Jason: YOU KNOW MR. WHISKERS DIED!!

Bruce: My point exactly.

Jason: *insert grumpy cat frown.*

~End of the day~

Jason: *literally bruises everywhere.* I guess we were gonna party.

Dick: Yup.

Jason: I hate you.

Dick: *flicks his nose*

Jason: Ow.

Dick: *smiles innocently and walks away.*

Tim: *literally dead inside from seeing this.* I've been lied to. Dick is so cool!

Dick: Dang straight.

Jason: Not like you.

Dick: Right back at ya Hun.

Jason: Oh dang.

Damian: I hate you all.