"Well crimson and gold certainly weren't the colors I was expecting..." Damian mused, taking in the much older sibling of his.
“‘Bout the fifth time I’ve heard that today.” Jason snorted, his fingers tugging on the cuff of his shirt sleeve. Usually it didn’t bother him when people keeping assuming he’d be in Slytherin, rather than Gryffindor, it was just starting to get on his nerves.


















