#theantirobin

Now that I've responded to all of the asks in my inbox I'm getting to the thread responses~

((BABIES! These two are super adorable. Their relationship is so full of sarcasm it literally kills me to roleplay with Jason. Too much sarcasm can be a dangerous thing. ;D

I half ship it. Meaning I support the relationship, but do not actively ship it. Because it’s kind of a crack ship, and I support more of the “I’m your shitty older brother who does nothing but cause you grief and create sexual tension” thing they have going on.

a) This so far really only applies to my Dami and Jason (looking at you theantirobin) but these two have have been getting closer due to their mutual revived by the lazarus pit thing. I’m not sure if that’s closer as friends, brothers, or maybe possibly romantically, but hey. It’s something.

I got another prompt/request! :D Ack, I feel so special! <3 Hope you like it~ (also hooray for terrible titles)

PROMPT: "Dick and Damian get in a fight and Damian feels like he will never be treated as his equal. He goes to Jason and gets some actual sound advice and trolling. :D Some angst, I guess? with a happy ending though!"

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Jason wasn't sure how it happened, but somehow his day off had turned into "listen to Demon Brat rant while he paces around your apartment" day. 

oh yay.

"Okay, okay. Sloooow down, kid." Jason muttered, dragging his hand down his face in exasperation. "You kicked down my door, because you couldn't have just knocked, and then you started off about Dickie Bird. What happened?"

Damian scowled. "Perhaps if you would just listen for once, Todd, I would not have to adjust my verbal pacing for your incompetence."

"Look here, Kid Demon. You were the one that barged into my apartment looking for emotional release or whatever the fuck you want to call it. So don't start talking smack to me." Jason muttered. 

Damian's mouth flew open to say something, but then he suddenly looked uncertain and it snapped shut again. His legs suddenly buckled under him and he landed in a sitting position on the floor, his shoulders hunched forward in what Jason might have called defeat if he wasn't talking about Damian Wayne. 

"Grayson will never see me as his equal. Not in anything."

So that's what this was about. The usual. "Look, Baby Bird. (Jason would always call him that. He didn't give two shits if Damian tried to kill him because of it) I know you have problems and you probably don't want to hear this, but whenever you get into an argument with Dick you can't come running to me. It really doesn't help your case that you're an 'adult' when you do." Jason laughed, though Damian knew he wasn't really joking.

The young teen glared up from the floor, to where Jason was reclining on his sofa. But it lacked the usual anger and distaste. "I know that, Todd. But this time was different. He--..." a pause. "--he said that I would always be his 'little brother,' and I could never change that. And then I got angry. I was weak and pathetic because I couldn't control myself." 

"The lazarus pit got to you again, did it?" The batfamily had been closely monitoring Damian since his revival via a lazarus pit. His sudden attacks of anger and violence were rare nowadays, but they still happened. 

Damian looked uncertain when Jason said those words, and hell, he might have even looked upset or scared. "Yes." the young Wayne muttered, looking away now. "I hurt him, Jason. Father confined me to one of the cells in the batcave, and I heard them out in the medical bay. Grayson said that, at times, all he saw was a violent, lonely little boy who's path would be long and hard. And in those times he was scared and didn't know what to do."  Damian's voice had dropped to barely a whisper now, and the poor lad looked utterly miserable.

Jason had listened all the while, his hands folded and pinching the bridge of his nose. "So I'm guessing you broke out of the cell and came straight here." the older man groaned, and flopped back onto the couch. "You can't just do that shit, kid! You have to go back. Now."

Damian looked angry and upset again. "What? Todd, you cannot force me to go back!" he yelled, leaping to his feet.

"Hell yeah I can. Look. You aren't going to sort things out with Dickie Bird and ol' Batsy if you're here, now will you?"

Damian looked uncertain.

"Yeah, I thought so. Next time you start feeling like you're losing control, just focus on happy thoughts. It's fucking cheesy and cliche, I know, but it works. Trust me." Jason added a wink, and Damian scowled.

"I don't know why I come to you for help." he muttered, turning on his heel to leave. Jason knew this was demon-talk for "thanks."

"Because you freaking love me, that's why!"

"Tt. In your dreams, Todd."

"You got that right, Baby Bird."

"You're disgusting."

"Why do I have to be the woman!?" Damian hissed, sending glares of venomous qualities at Todd.

"Because, at least for now, you're shorter than I am. And you're slim, making you the perfect build for that dress you're wearing." Jason replied with a shit-eating grin.

When Drake told him that he had to go undercover with his "older brother" on a honeymoon cruise with other passengers, Damian expected Grayson to be accompanying him. Which may have been why Damian spent so much time making sure he looked good. NOT Todd.

Yet here they were, on "their honeymoon." Now Damian wished he would have chosen steel-toed boots so he could kick Jason in his shin. But no, now he was tossing the long, curled hair of his wig over his shoulder with a flick of his head, and sticking a hip out.

"Now that's what I'm talking about, Baby Bird."