Alfred had baked cupcakes for the family because he was in a good mood. Jason called the last cupcake, knowing Damian wasn't home and would have wanted one.
"Hey, I'm home," Damian said, waking into the kitchen.
"Hey, kiddo," Dick greeted, pouring a cup of juice. Damian noticed a cupcake on a plate next to Jason.
"Todd, may I have that cupcake, please?" Damian asked, Jason. Jason turned away from his phone and smiled at Damian.
"No, you may not," Jason turned back at his phone, leaving Damian's interest in the cupcake unsatisfied.
"But I was polite," Damian said in his defense.
"So was I," Jason responded, unbothered. Dick smiled. He couldn't believe what he was hearing.
"Yeah, but I had two polite words. You only had one," Damian didn't know what he was saying. He just wanted an after-school snack. Jason froze, trying to process what Damian 'smart ass,' Wayne just said, Dick silently laughed, although Tim, who overheard from the living room, was nearly crying.
"What the fuck did you jus-, you know what," Jason said still trying to understand what Damian said, then he out of nowhere he took a bite out of the cupcake.
"You want it now?" Damian stared at Jason and then walked away, leaving Jason satisfied.
"You could have just given it to him," Dick said, feeling bad for Damian. Damian walked back into the kitchen with his katakana. He slices the cupcake into 2 pieces and takes the side without Jason's bite mark.
"You little shit," Jason said in shock.
"We are in the kitchen. Why didn't you just get a knife?" Dick asked, confused.
"Dramatic reasons," Damian responded, eating his cupcake while looking at Jason smiling.
"You may have won the petty battle, but Damian won the petty war," Tim yelled, laughing.
"Go fuck yourself, all 3 of you," Jason took his half cupcake and left.
"What did I do?" Dick asked hurt.
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