Prompt:

"What are you gonna do, stab me?" - Jason Todd to Damian Wayne, shortly before getting stabbed.

Prompt 2:

"What'd I say about stabbing your brother?" - Bruce Wayne to Damian Wayne

Prompt 3:

Bruce: Did you have to stab him?

Jason: You weren't there. You didn't hear what he said to me.

Bruce: What did he say?

Jason: "What are you going to do, stab me?"

Bruce:

Everyone:

Damian: (nodding) That's fair.

(Switched Damian's and Jason's roles in this prompt. I used it loosely. Words are said but by different people. I think it's better this way so.... hope you laugh like I did. )

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"Robin, I need your assistance," Damian heard over his com. It wasn't unusual for Todd to hack the frequency they used, but he never asked for Damian.

So, of course, Damian thought he really did need help. He swerved off course, heading to Red Hood's position.

"This way," he heard, then Todd disappeared inside a small building. He dashed after Todd, wondering what he needed. "Hurry up."

When they finally came to a stop, they stopped outside a door.

Damian raised an eyebrow, becoming suspicious.

"I need your help with something." And Todd left it at that.

"With what?"

"With this." Before Damian could blink, Todd swung the door open, using his free hand to shove Damian forward. Damian let out a surprised yelp, stumbling a few steps in an attempt to not fall. It failed; and he was in what was apparently an old cleaning closest.

Before he could stand, the door slammed and clicked.

Damian immediately pushed himself up and proceeded to try to open the door. Key word being try.

"Todd!" he roared, banging on the door. "Let me out of here now!"

"What was that? I can't hear you!" Todd taunted, but Damian heard him just fine. He even heard something grinding against the floor.

He remembered a big metal cabinet next to the door. . .

"Todd!" He continued banging, but the movement stopped (predictably in front of the door) and laughter was getting faint.

But not before he heard, "Good luck, baby bat."

**********

"You're late, Master Damian," Alfred scolded at the breakfast table.

He only responded with, "Tt," and sat down, eyes closed in nonchalance.

"Yeah, he had a bit of a time out," Todd joked.

"Todd!" he shouted, picking up his butter knife and launching out of his chair.

"Hey!" his father shouted, holding his arms out to stop them from fighting. Why did his father have to sit between them? He glared at Damian, demanding obedience. "Stand down."

But Todd was smirking. He knew he wouldn't get in trouble, and that angered Damian.

Damian went to take a step forward, until a deep voice repeated, "Stand. Down," with more force than before.

Damian calculated the distance. He was small but quick. His father was quick, too, though. He would only have one shot to slip passed his father and attack Todd. He'd have to make it count-

"Stand. Down. Damian. Or you're grounded."

"Tt," Damian rolled his eyes at the threat. He'd never been grounded before, and it seemed so childish and mundane.

"That means no going out as Robin for a month."

Now that got his attention.

"But, Todd-!"

"If you stab your brother, you're-"

"He's not my brother."

"-grounded, you hear me? You hear me?"

Damian stood down. "Yes, father."

"Good. Now go to your room. Alfred will bring your breakfast and lunch to you."

"What?" he exclaimed, outraged.

Bruce narrowed his eyes. "At this rate, you won't be going on patrol tonight."

"But Todd-!"

"Damian! Room. Now."

Damian growled but stomped up to his room. Stupid Todd, stupid father, and stupid youth. He couldn't wait for the day he didn't have to listen to anybody.

**********

"Hey, short stack!" Todd taunted, slapping the top of Damian's head as he innocently walked by. "Did your little time out calm you down, or do you need another one?"

"Grr!" Damian growled, turning around to glare but not bothering to chase after the lad. Instead, he closed his eyes, imaging his katana slicing Todd open as if he were a blade of pathetic grass. He imagined stabbing his katana into Todd's diaphragm, rendering him both breath and speechless. He imagined himself tilting the blade up, puncturing lungs and ridding himself of the annoyance once and for all.

But he was a good boy.

And he didn't do all that.

Yet...

*********

Todd was more annoying than Grayson, Damian swore. Grayson was all touchy feely and emotions and all that nonsense, but Damian was learning to live with it. Besides, it felt kinda nice to have somebody really care for his well-being.

But Todd. Todd was a whole different story. He was stubborn and cocky and rude. With his quick but permanent methods of crime fighting, Damian thought Todd would be his favorite (not that he'd ever admit that). Their ideals swam the same length with methods to crime fighting. Of course, Damian no longer killed, but he still appreciated the dwindling number of criminals. But no. All he wants now is for his "brother" to go away or go die. Again. Both for all he cared.

"So, demon spawn, what cha doing?"

And his grammar- entirely childish and uncivilized. If he ever spoke in such uneducated slang around his grandfather and mother, he'd be punished.

"Tt, I don't see how that is any of your business." The commoners speech was rubbing off on him, as would please his father, who wanted him to blend in.

"Come on, we're brothers."

"I am the only child of Talia Al Ghul and Batman. I have no brothers or sisters."

"Don't let Dick hear you say that," Drake commented, passing by. He left the conversation as quickly as he entered it, not looking back.

"Or Father," Todd mocked.

Damian gripped his book tightly in his hands. Todd was asking to be stabbed with the knife Damian kept hidden in his pant leg. Begging, even.

"Table!" Todd called smugly, a split second before Drake caught the edge of a small stand holding a vase. Drake stumbled but recovered, though neither boy saw anything except the stumble. Todd then chuckled mutely, shaking his head in obvious delight. "So, what are you reading?"

Damian closed his eyes. Todd had already pissed him off three times today. His patience was wearing thin.

"Leave me alone, Todd."

"Hmm, I don't think so. What cha reading?" Without warning, he reached out for the book.

Damian stood up from the comfy chair, quickly snatching the book back and storming off. If he never saw Todd again, he'd be content.

**********

"Todd!" Damian roared, katana at the ready as he chased the scandal down the hall. Todd had gotten in his last nerve. Damian wouldn't - no, couldn't- tolerate it anymore.

Unfortunately, Father and Grayson happened to come out of Bruce's study as Jason ran by.

"Hey, old man!" Jason called, not slowing down.

Grayson saw Damian coming, held an arm to try and stop him. Damian stepped to the side, just out of Grayson's reach.

Todd hopped over the railing, dropping the distance to the floor below. He landed with an impossibly quiet thud for someone his stature (he had been trained by the Bat, of course) before continuing in his sprint.

Usually, Father would yell at his second oldest for that. But no, of course not.

His father managed to get an arm around the younger's waist, his other hand bending the boy's wrist until he dropped the katana.

"Release me, Father!" Damian protested, swinging his feet helplessly. One day, they wouldn't be able to pick him up. One day, they wouldn't be able to humiliate him in such a manner.

Damian struggled in Bruce's grasp.

"Dammit, Todd!"

"Damian!" his father shouted over him.

Oh, big whoop. A petty dollar in the swear jar Pennyworth insisted on. Damian didn't really care.

He was carried into his bedroom and set disgracefully on his bed. Above him, his stern father glared at him.

"Don't even try," his father warned before Damian could make a chance at escape.

Dammit. Todd was getting away.

Dick walked into the adjacent bathroom, trying to hide his amusement.

"I can hear you, Grayson. It's not humorous in the slightest."

Grayson returned with a damp cloth. "Whatever you say, bud." He sat beside Damian on the bed, gently working to wash the face paint away.

"Damian," his father began in the tone that said Damian was in trouble.

Damian was quick to protest. "But Todd -"

"I don't care what Jason did or said or whatever. You can not stab your brothers."

"He's not -"

"Damian," Bruce cut him off, kneeling down. "Whether you like it or not, he's family. He's my son; he's your brother. Is that understood?"

He stayed silent.

"Is. That. Understood?"

Damian's eyes lowered in defeat. He mumbled, "Yes, sir."

"Good," Bruce nodded. "Stay here. Alfred will get you when dinner is ready." He turned to leave.

"But it's only two o'clock!"

Bruce gave Damian one last look. "You are to stay here until Alfred comes to get you. Is that clear?"

Damian let out a shout of anger but didn't move.

Bruce took it as an affirmative and left.

When Grayson finished wiping away the graffiti over Damian's face, he rose and tossed the cloth in the hamper.

"It's okay, little D. The next few hours will pass by quickly. You'll see." As a farewell, Grayson bent over to kiss his head.

"Tt." Damian wiped at the spot Grayson kissed after the door closed.

And Grayson was wrong. It was a long afternoon.

But evening was worse. So much worse.

***

Todd had been on surprisingly good behavior over dinner, though why he was staying at the manor eluded Damian. Todd never stayed longer than a couple hours, and this was his third day in a row. On top of his unwelcomed stay, he had been visiting daily four days prior. Todd was barely seen at the manor that many times in two months.

Damian's growing hate for the vigilante didn't help the matter. He was starting to feel trapped again, like when he had first come to live with his father. Todd poked and prodded at him, while Damian couldn't do a thing. Every time he so much as raised his voice at Todd, his father would order him to back down. Yet, somehow, father never saw what caused Damian's reaction.

And worse of all, he never even bothered to listen!

Damian had worked hard ever since meeting his father to earn the bat's trust, yet it seemed to be for nought. Father didn't even trust Damian to have a good reason for going after Todd. Heck, he wasn't even going after the dolt! He was defending himself!

Damian hadn't been able to enjoy the rather peaceful dinner. Not with the cocky and knowing look on Todd's moronic face.

He excused himself immediately after finishing his plate, holding back his cringe when Todd did the same right behind him. He tensed as Todd followed him through the manor, ready for a fight he wouldn't start.

But his father had warned him at the beginning of dinner: one more episode with Todd and no being Robin for two months. Sure, not even the infamous Batman could stop Damian, but why fight a war he could avoid? Defeating the Batman was not an easy task.

"Hey, baby bat," the nuisance called, "wait up!"

Damian sped up, refusing to take the extra measure to run. He had almost had it with his so-called brother and really wanted to avoid a disaster if he could.

Damian finally reach his room, slamming and locking the door before Todd could follow him.

***

Dick trailed off mid sentence, watching a soaked Damian stomp through back door. Though said door, he could faintly hear Jason's echoing cackle.

Bruce turned to see what got his eldest tongue tied. "Dami-"

"Todd," his youngest growled, marching past them.

"How-?" Dick begun, but Damian refused to dignify that with a verbal response. He was out the door leading him further into the mansion, water dripping across the carpet as he went.

Bruce and Dick merely shared a glance before following the water trail back to Damian's room. Neither knew what happened, but Damian was currently attacking Jason. Jason was laughing his butt off, barely managing to block or dodge Damian's blows.

"DAMIAN!" Bruce shouted over the commotion.

Damian obediently backed away, allowing Jason to finally collapsed to the ground in his endless fit of laughter.

"What happened?" Bruce questioned, unamused.

"He threw me into the pool!" Damian accused.

Bruce frowned and walked over to the open window. "How?" The pool was a good twenty feet from the window, as well as at a slight angle. It was impossible to toss someone out this window and into the pool.

"How do you think, Father? The imbecile threw me out the window."

Jason went into another fit of laughter. "You should have seen it, B! Best thing I've seen all week! I half expected him to go splat!" Jason continued for a few more seconds, but Bruce couldn't decipher what he was going on about. Even Jason gave up, breaths heaving from lack of air as his laughs became half chocked.

"And how, pray tell, did you manage that, Master Jason?" Alfred asked, his voice scarily stoic from the doorway. He stood just to the side of Damian's water trail. Whoops, Bruce was hoping to get to the bottom of this have have the boys clean it up before Alfred found it. Oh well.

Jason took a few steadying breaths, pushing himself to his feet. "Like this."

Before Damian could protest, Jason grabbed him by the back of his collar and the waist of his pants, swung them in a circle several times, then tossed Damian right back out the window.

"Todd!" the boy shrieked, before a loud splashed sounded.

Bruce peered back out the window, watching Damian swim and climb out of the pool before running back inside.

It was a mere minute before the soaking boy doubled his water trail and ran back into his room, a katana now in hand.

Dick barely caught the kid, holding Damian to his side with an arm around the kid's waist. Damian kicked his feet around, not daring to swipe at Dick with the sword.

Jason was back on the ground, fist pounding the floor. Meanwhile, Bruce used two fingers to punch the bridge of his nose in a vein attempt to stop the upcoming migraine.

"Jason-" Bruce began, eyes closed as he breathed. Honestly, Bruce didn't know what to say. It's not like Jason would care, but it wouldn't be fair to his youngest son if his troublesome son went unpunished.

But he was cut off by a oddly high pitched yelp.

Damian had dove for Jason, soaking him instantly while his knees landed on Jason's crotch.

Jason moved instinctively to curl into a ball, giving Damian easy access to land several solid blows to his brother's face.

It took both Dick and Bruce to pull Damian off.

All Bruce said to Jason was, "Don't do it again," while Damian was ground from patrol for a week.

***

Damian avoided Todd even more than people avoided the plague (cause recent events have shown people don't do that). Father had promised a month long grounding should he attack Todd before the end of the week. Problem was, Todd was seeking him out like a stalker, never far from Damian and never gone for long.

Damian had limited patience to begin with, but he was at the very end of the line with both Todd and Father. Neither were being reasonable, and Damian just wanted some damn peace and quiet.

"Demon Spawn-" Todd started.

"Be gone, Todd. I have nothing to say to you. If you continue to bother me with your presence, there will be consequences," Damian warned.

"Yeah, right? What are you going to do, stab me?"

Damian didn't really think. He just moved.

Jason's endless screech of cussing quickly brought Bruce, Dick, Tim, and Alfred to them.

"—God, fuck it, demon spawn!" Jason shouted, yanking the knife hazardously out of his shoulder. "Mother- fuck it! Was that fucking necessary? God damn it! You know where to hit!"

"Jay!" Dick scolded over Bruce's roar.

"DAMIAN AL-GHUL WAYNE!"

And Dick winced. His adoptive father hated using the Al- Ghul name with his son's and father's name. He only used Damian's full name when he was mad. And Bruce was livid.

And Damian didn't look remorseful. If anything, he seemed smug, obviously fighting a grin while continuously glaring at Jason.

"Jesus, Dami," Dick gasped, helping Jason with his wound. "Did you have to stab him?"

"You weren't there. You didn't hear what he said to me."

"And, pray god, what did Master Jason say?" Alfred dared to ask.

"He said, "What are you going to do, stab me?""

Jason nodded, solemnly when Alfred gave him The Look. "That's fair."

"DAMIAN!" his father shouted again.

Damian glanced back at him. "Yes, father?" he pondered, seemingly clueless.

"What. Have. I. Told. You. About. Stabbing. Your. Brothers?!"

"Not to."

Bruce gestured to Jason, whose good hand was pressing hard on his fresh wound to stifle the bleeding. "And what do you call this?"

Stubborn and bold, Damian declared, "Justice."

Even Jason froze. Everyone in the Wayne family (including extended members) knew Bruce hated a perverted sense of justice (even though some people claimed his moral compass was out of wack, itself).

So, Damian just crossed a big line.

Right after stabbing his brother.

Both of said brothers standing in Bruce's view.

Damian had a death wish.

Surprising everybody, even Alfred, Bruce simply turned around.

"Don't do it again. Dick, Alfred, get Jason to the med-room, please." And he walked out.

That was it. Damian blinked in shock, Alfred absentmindedly grabbing Jason's arm to drag his frozen body down to the cave.

"What. Just. Happened?" Dick managed a minute or so later.

Damian relaxed, looking mighty pleased with himself. A small smirk gracing his face once more and repeated, "Justice."

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