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“You have a degree in getting degrees, I swear to god.”

He did in fact head over, swinging a leg over Greg’s lap to straddle him. Hands on the man’s shoulders, he gave him a playful squeeze before leaning in for a kiss. “Mm, thank you for indulging me. I mean, I knew you’d win but part of me kinda hoped you’d let me win. Y’know, because you love me.”

“I do love you--” It’s casual and soft, like it always is when Greg admits it, hands sliding around Jason’s waist as he settled back in his chair.

“… Yeeeees, I’m done.”

He huffed, grabbing the box and dumping the game in it haphazardly. A cursed game like this didn’t deserve to be put away gently.

“I think I should get a consolation prize.”

“Uh, yeah. I thought we had an appointment, Mr. Stark. Or we could always reschedule if you’re… busy.”

People underestimating him and treating him like a kid was one thing, but to completely forget an appointment was another. He didn’t have the time or energy to deal with this

Glancing up, he raised an eyebrow briefly before checking the time on his wrist-- humming and finally setting aside the papers to address Tim.

“You’re early, mister Wayne.”

He went to stand, absently straightening his jacket before offering the (much) younger man a handshake. Being called ‘mister’ went ignored, for now-- despite his preferred title being Doctor. Despite his having earned that some eight times over now.

“Let it be known that Jason Peter Todd doesn’t quit! He finishes everything he starts!” He picked up the dice on his turn, throwing them down and glaring at the results. Even with his get-out-of-jail-free card he ended up on one of Greg’s lots. Looking down at the money he had left–a few ones and fives, two Uno cards, Baltic and Mediterranean Ave, and a stick of chewing gum–he knew he had lost. With a huff he crossed his arms, glaring at the board.

“I’m burning this board, it’s full of demons. Like a Ouija board.”

There was a comment to be made-- about once when Jason had been very drunk and tried to start something in the car, only to pass out with his hand down Greg’s pants-- But now wasn’t the time.

“I’m not complaining. I’m telling you why Monopoly is bullshit. It should be outlawed. That’s it, I’m starting a Change.org petition.” He grumbled to himself as he picked up the dice to roll for his turn.

“WHY AM I IN JAIL AGAIN?!”