fatson todd

WHAT??

WE ARE NOT DOING THAT!?

WHAT THE FUCK

WHAT?

HOLD ME IM SCARED

Oh I’ll hold you alright. With rusty shackles that is.

i’m not fucking talking to you. get away from me you monster.

STOPPPPPPPP

thank you. this is why you’re great.

Don’t be deluded, this is very deserved for he has done everything wrong.

LIARRRRR

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that’s sick. i’m by the jellyfishes, where are you?

I'm still in the shark area next to the nurse sharks. You can pet them.

that’s fun. i’ll walk over.

i think we share a pretty good resemblance too.

Something the matter? Seems like you're feeling under the weather today.

nah, i’m good. why?

You'd usually be way more excited to see an animal resembling yourself. A better phrase would be, you seem like you're "more in your head" today.

i’m good buddy. focus on the sharks.

nothing. stop asking, damian.

If you don't tell me, I will latch onto you and not let go until you do.

hm. i was just thinking about things i did in the past.

The past? Why so?

i was a terrible person back then, i mean, i still am, but i was worse. way worse.

No, you are not a bad person akhi. Mulling about your past deeds will only steal the current moment from you.

thanks dami. you’re great.

yeah, it’s okay. happens to the best of us. you can always talk to me.

jason gripped damian’s hand, following him to the tank. “are you sure i can pet it? it won’t bite me, right??”

"of course you can pet it, why else would the tank be wide open?" damian huffed, handing Jason cubed fish from the basket attached to the tank, "approach it slowly and wait for it to eat the fish then pet its head." he explained

“alright…” jason grabbed the cubed fish, slowly holding his hand out for the shark.

jason’s face went bright red as he handed the cubed fish back to damian. “shut up.”

jason rolled his eyes, watching damian feed the shark. “i don’t get how you’re so good at this.”

"Tt. It entirely depends on the animal." Damian shamelessly wiped his hands on Jason's pants, "If I were feeding Jay, he'd swim away from me as well."

"Quit yelling! you're gonna scare the animals, himar." Damian hissed, taking Jason's hand again and tugging him out the shark area. "Do you want to see jellyfishes or the stingray area next?"

”…Do you feel better now, akhi?” Damian asked after a moment, almost nervous as if expecting dismissal.

“yeah, i feel great.” he looked down, reassuring damian.

”I’m glad you’re here.” Damian murmured, refusing to look up at Jason.

jason ruffled the others hair, “i’m glad you’re here too.”

jason grabbed damian’s hand and walked outside. “sure, i’ll grab ice cream.”

”What’s your favorite flavor to get?” Damian looked up at jason, “Mines dulce de leche and those spongebob icecreams”

“i like neapolitan, but if i had to pick, probably chocolate. i’m basic.” he laughed, “those are nice flavors.”

”you should get a batman ice cream, maybe you’ll get a perfect one on your first try” Damian snickered.

“seriously? they have a batman ice cream but not a red hood?!”

“And superman, and wonderwoman. I’m pretty sure robin’s there too.”

“ROBIN??? this is discrimination.” he shook his head in disbelief.

Damian raised a brow, “I don’t think they want to make a crimeboss/ druglord themed icecream….”

jason gave him the middle finger, “yeah. discrimination against crime bosses.”

Damian gave him double middle fingers and stuck his tongue out, “boo hoo nobody wants your merch”

he shoved a finger in his face, “nobody wants your merch either!”

“Everybody wants my merch! I’m robin!” He huffed, swiftly tripping jason with his leg without warning.

“no! you’re katana boy!” he tripped over damian’s leg, hitting the floor. “YOU BITCH!”

“What’s the matter gun man? Floor doesn’t taste good?” Damian cackled.

“shut the fuck up!” he yelled, jumping on damian.

“Oh shit—“ Damian stumbled back and fell on his ass due to jason’s monstrous weight.

jason got up, grinning triumphantly. “loser.”

Damian hopped up and elbowed jason’s solar plexus with deadly league trained precision. “Dumbass”

jason’s eyes went wide, immediately getting winded. he doubled over, “i’m not getting you ice cream…”

“I will buy it myself then” Damian declared stubbornly.

jason was still doubled over, “fuck…”

Momentary panic struck in Damian, “Does it hurt really, really bad?”

he looked up, glaring at damian. “yes it hurts really, really fucking bad!”

jason got up and went to go sit on a bench, blinking.

Damian held up an unwrapped double chocolate chip ice cream towards him as he licked his spongebob one. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for it to hurt that bad.”

jason smiled weakly, grabbing the ice cream. “it’s alright buddy. come sit down.” he said, patting the bench.

“I don’t wanna go back to the manor” Damian yawned, “Father is undoubtedly going to scold me for leaving unannounced and staying out this long.”

“you can come back to my apartment,” he offered, looking down at damian.

“Are you sure?” Damian brought his legs up the bench, hugging them close. “Richard or Father might come look for me. You don’t like having people barge into your safe houses, do you?

jason ruffled his hair, grinning. “i don’t care about them. they can kiss my ass for all i care.”

Damian smiled sheepishly, “Alright, then I’ll come with you.”

he picked damian up, “let’s go.”

Damian mumbled something incoherent and promptly fell asleep. Guess he really was extremely tired.

jason placed damian in the backseat of the car. he then proceeded to get in the front seat and start the car.

The sky had gone dark when they reached the safe house. “I can walk in myself” Damian insisted but swayed on his as soon as he stepped out of the car, akin to a drunk man.

jason cackled at damian, doubling over. “ARE YOU FUCKING DRUNK!?”

“You’re drunk.” Damian scowled sleepily at him, flipping him off with his middle finger.

“I demand mac and cheese for dinner as an apology.” Damian mumbled sleepily, smiling despite himself when he noticed Jason smile.

“mac and cheese? fine.” he huffed, walking into the apartment.

The smell of mellow cheese and spices spread in apartment. Damian stood beside the stove, rubbing his eyes as he watched jason cook. “Can I try that?” He pointed at the cut cubes of cheese on the cutting board.

he kept cooking, not paying attention to what damian was doing. “go ahead.” he mumbled, stirring the pot.

Damian took the largest cube of cheese just as jason turned to add it into the pot. He matched jasons glare, holding the cheese close to his mouth like a dare “What? You said I could.”

jason grabbed the cheese straight from damian’s hands, “be lucky i’m even feeding you.” he dropped the cheese into the pot, smirking.

Damian wisely swallowed his insult down, he was hungry after all. “What made you want to learn and perfect cooking, akhi?” He asked instead.

jason looked at damian, snorting. “i just really liked it. it was calming.”

”Oh, just like how I like drawing?” Damian mused to himself.

“yeah, exactly like that.” jason focused back on the cooking. “i used to cook with alfred back in the manor.”

Damian observed jason carefully, cataloging his movements, “You know, pennyworth still recalls your days in the kitchen when you were younger.”

jason sighs, “i know. i miss him.”

“Will you come to the manor this sunday?” Damian hopefully looked up at jason

jason’s heart broke as he saw damian’s face, “probably not…”

Damian's face fell, "It's ok, I completely understand."

jason breathed, looking away. “i’ll go.”

Damian's eyes lit up, "You will?!"

he sighed, running his hands over his face. “i guess.”

Damian gave him a puzzled look, "What difference does it make?"

he shrugged, “it’s just unusual.”

Damian nodded, putting the plates back and picked bowls and spoons for them instead.

jason stood there, leaning on the counter. “where do you wanna eat?”

“What do you mean ‘want’?” Damian furrowed his brows, “where do you always eat? Do you not have a designated eating place?” He asked incredulously, putting the bowls on the kitchen island.

he grinned sheepishly, “i normally eat on the couch.”

jason rolled his eyes, “it doesn’t fall on my couch. if it does, i just clean it.” he shrugged.

”Still, that’s not a healthy way to eat your meals…” Damian dragged a stool beside jason’s seat on the kitchen island, arranging the spoons and bowl in a proper manner.

he groaned, walking over to the island. “you’re annoying, you know that right?”

“Yet you’re feeding me.” Damian mused, seating himself as he waited for jason to take a seat himself.

“Just taking after you akhi.” Damian mumbled between bites, swinging his legs.

“shut up.” he mumbled, eating quickly. he was also quite hungry.

jason laughed, tears in his eyes. he kept laughing, pointing at damian.

jason placed his head on the island, shoulders shaking with laughter. if you listened closely, you could hear the snorts.

Damian bonked Jason's head, "Hey!! Quit laughing and — hic — help me, you — hic — himar!!!"

jason kept laughing, “how am i supposed to help you!?”

"I don't know! You're the— hic — ADULT here!?" Damian shook Jason, still hiccuping throughout.

“hold your breath for 30 seconds.” he said, rolling his eyes.

"Tt. Already tried that while you were — hic — busy laughing." he gave Jason a withering look as he crossed his arms.

“drink water. that’s all i got.” he shrugged, grabbing the bowls to go out them in the sink.

jason slapped damian, “idiot! you held your breath for too long!”

jason cackled some more, doubling over.

“I HATE YOU—hic— I’M LEAVING” damian hopped off his seat and picked up Jason’s grappler from the side table.

jason picked damian up, “you are not taking that. it’s mine.”

“Stop carrying mee, I’m not five ‘m fi’teen!” Damian weakly punched jason’s chest and reached for the grappler in the man’s other hand.

“no! it’s mine!” he yelled, dropping damian and running away with the grappler.

Damian landed with an oof, scrambling up to chase after Jason, “Hey! Get back here, that’s my only hope!!”

jason ran to his room, locking the door. he quickly hid the grappler hook in his closet.

Damian banged on the door, “OPEN IT YA KELB!!!” he yelled at the top of his lungs in a sleepy haze.

jason opened the door, “shhhh. shhhh.”

Damian stumbled back, scrubbing his eyes, "Quit shushing me— 'm not a baby." he scowled, eyes barely opening.

“you look tired, go to bed.” he commanded, leaning on the door.

"I will go when you go." Damian challenged, crossing his arms and leaning on the wall, mirroring Jason.

jason groaned, “fine. let’s go to bed.”

"What?" Damian blinked, "You aren't patrolling today?"

he looked at damian, raising an eyebrow. “i am.”

"Then you're not sleeping then, are you?" Damian shrugged, suppressing a yawn. "I'm patrolling with you."

“you need sleep. why do you only wanna sleep when im sleeping?” he exclaimed, making a confused face at damian.

“gotham doesn’t need you every night, especially not when you’re tired. you get useless when you’re about to fall asleep.” jason scolded, rolling his eyes.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Damian deadpanned, holding onto jason like a koala in a deadly grip.

“damian. stop it.”

"I'm not doing anything."

“you’re holding onto me like a lifeline.” he pointed out, trying to pry damian off him.

Damian didn't dignify him with a response, instead holding on twice as hard to counter jasons attempt

jason gave in, sighing. “damian, what’s wrong?”

“you got like attachment issues or sum?” he asked, still holding damian.

"NO." damian huffed angrily.

jason laughed, moving to the living room. “i gotta go on patrol.”

jason ran a hand down his face, “fine. i won’t go on patrol.”

he looked down, jason rarely ever sees damian smile like that. “of course.”

Damian reluctantly let go of him, fiddling with the hem of his shirt.

“you want a hug?” he asked, watching damian.

oh how i love harassing my father.

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