what did you do · Y/n story by @froggy

The Batcave was quiet. Almost too quiet.

Jason Todd

So, if I tape them really well and turn them on, grenade launchers could be jetpacks on my feet.

Tim Drake

… No. Why are we still talking about this?

Jason Todd

It’s important.

Tim Drake

No it’s not!

Jason Todd

It’s important to my life. Keep up.

A pause. Footsteps echoed from the locker rooms—quick, purposeful, and cutting short. Damian Wayne speed-walked past, head down.

Jason Todd

whistles low Woah. Where you goin’, demon brat?

Damian Wayne

None of your business, Todd.

Tim Drake

Are you ok, Damian?

Bruce emerged from the shadows of the cave entrance, cape still billowing.

Bruce Wayne

What’s going on?

Damian Wayne

stiffens Nothing.

Then, from the locker rooms—a scream. Raw. Purely, unfilteredly rage.

Bruce Wayne

eyes narrowing Damian. What. Did. You. Do.

Damian Wayne

Nothing! It was an accident!

The locker room door slammed open. Dick Grayson stormed out, wet hair clinging to his face, fists clenched. His voice was a low, dangerous growl.

Dick Grayson

Who. Touched. My. Hair gel.