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Open Video Featuring the littlest Wayne

[ Jason was face down, asleep in bed, dressed only in a pair of boxers. A pile of tissues nearby, and the gun resting on the bedside table beside a mostly empty bottle of NyQuil. A shot had been taken just after the text conversation with Damian assured that he was dead to the world. He had assumed he was safe, that Damian wouldn’t really bother… boy was he wrong.]

[Wrong? He wasn't just wrong. He was out right stupid to think that he could issue a challenge to Damian and the teen would just let it got. Please, Damian didn’t know how to let things go. It didn't take Damian long to find Todd, but he waited until the cover of night and returned to the communal living, finding the might Red Hood passed out and drooling into his pillow.

The evidence of used tissues liter in the floor made it clear the man was ill. This was going to be too easy, Damian might’ve felt bad if care, but a point needs to be made. You don’t threaten his pets, call him pipsqueak or challenge Damian Wayne! He moves to the trunk by Todd's bed and find his uniform and some gear. Smirking, Damian takes out the grapple and ties the rope around Todd’s ankles.

He finds the man's network device, because well, why not give Todd a recording of his defeat? Once his trap was set, Damian moves to the head of Todd’s bed, removes the gun on the nightstand and taps Todd’s red nose to wake him.]

...Found you.

[He drawls before firing the grapple towards the ceiling.]

[ The grapple was strong for sure, all bat-gear was and it had to be strong enough to let him move from building to building… so it yanked him hard and fast out of bed for the ceiling the way Damian intended. His eyes had started to slowly open at the tap on his nose before his world flipped.

Oh shit. He was not in any shape for this. It was by some higher power that he didn’t puke all over the place with the first spin. He looked green for a moment before the rage overpowered the logic. And he screamed as mad as he could. His hands flailing trying to get Damian but instead he found one of his knives in the bed and started swiping for the younger boy.]

Fucking! Little son of a bitch! Get over here!

[ He yelled as he tried to pull his legs free, but damn Damian’s knots. He couldn’t try to stab him and cut himself free at the same time.]

That it! Your dead again!

[Damian just takes a step back when Todd starts flinging a knife at him. What is it that Damian has on the nightstand? Why it's Todd network device and he is recording your misery as we speak.

After all, you said you didn't like pictures, nothing about video.]

I warned you that round two was coming, Todd. [Damian ducks another knife swing and points at Todd dramatically.] Did you really think I wouldn’t take up your challenge? Like I'd ever turn down an excuse to rain ruin on you Todd. [He says, because you really just asked for this.]

[ Jason growled still swiping the knife Damian’s way, but misery was his true love it seemed, and a violent set of sneezes came in fast repetition. Which was life in general just laughing at him. He tried to swipe at Damian again once he got the sneezes stopped. Dizzy, half drugged and sick as hell. This was not his day… and the damn camera.]

Turn that shit off! I swear to god I’m going to bring the pain when I get down! [ He yelled at Damian.] Shut it off!

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*Lola gave a sidelong glance to Damien, then turned her attention back to Jason.*

He's aware that just because he did something doesn't mean it's normal, common, or okay for the rest of the world, right?

Sounds good, provided you're not still under the weather.

No, he just thinks the world isn't tapping their full potential because they're too busy trying to stay within the lines of normal behavior.

[The boy shrugs. It's really just a time waster. Much like Tact. Just sayin'.]

*Lola's hair turns from blue to red over a few moments. Sparing a tired glance to Jason before turning on the boy.*

You're clever enough to catch this one napping. So I think you can figure out what would happen if eight year olds, ones without your specific skills and abilities, were to all start learning to drive. How much destruction and death would you guess at? Given they would be learning from people without your... potential.

*She'll give him a few moments to work through the logic of how that would play out. Before giving the reason she, specifically, can't drive.*

But more importantly when I was eight my dad rented a truck when he needed it for the cantina supplies, we couldn't afford a car. Let alone a motorcycle, which is what I'm learning to drive right now.

*Trying to lecture someone with color changing hair on normal behavior was a bit silly to begin with.*

I'm mostly over it, Lola. I got you, fuck a little faith please.

[ He grumbled as he swayed a bit.]

Little D here is far from the definition of normal. He was raised by a pack of wild dogs.

[ He grumbled before looking to Damian as an idea sparked but nah, not yet.]

Waisted potential--[That was a lot of talking and Damian might've listened if he wasn't so distracted by the girl's hair. She was no longer Blue-haired girl, but Red-- Pink-- What is happening with her head?]

Assassins and wolves. [Damian corrects Todd real quick then points back to the girl's head.] What is wrong with your head?

[Tact. Thy name is Damian.]

Making sure, while you're not too busy. I mean I would have called before anyway.

*It's just easier to ask here. As for the tiny tactless one, he gets a confused look. Lola will just check herself on her phone. And still be confused.*

Nothing. My head is like it always is. Oh!

*And she's back to Jason.*

There's a body shop that can give a bike a reactive paint job! So it can change colors. Totally worth the extra charge.

I know, but I'm telling you I wont be busy.

[ Jason rolled his eyes, at least calming enough to nearly be ready to saw himself down.]

He's asking about your hair changing colors, Lo.

[ Jason shrugged again.] It's just something she does, Little D. And that sounds cool, Lo, I'd be more interested if I didn't like my bike Red... but maybe for the mustang. Get me a quote okay?

[Damian looks up from the trunk and holds up a familiar looking watch.]

Isn't this Fathers? Todd you thief. [He mutters and slips the watch onto his own wrist. No irony here. Move along.]

Maybe he shouldn't have assumed something was wrong with my head. I mean, if he goes around assuming every impossible thing here is wrong he'll insult a lot of people. Most of them a lot less kind than me.

*Lola glances over as Damian takes that watch.*

...he does realize stealing a watch on a live video feed being stored in a public server maintained by the local authorities is the stupidest thing you could ever do right?

Well, that's just how he is. Lola, meet Damian Wayne. Damian, this is Lola.

[ He motioned between them with the knife before shrugging a bit.]

Only if I pressed charges, which, considering it is his fathers... and B gave it to me. [ That's a lie, he stole it.] I am not going to do anything about it. It's just a watch.

If people are insulted by being asked questions about their color changing hair, then they are too sensitive.

[It's not like he called it ugly or stupid, sheesh, people were too sensitive even on another planet. He rolls his eyes as she calls him stupid over something she clearly has no idea about.]

I said it was my Father's watch that he stole. Maybe try listening to "him" [Because yes, he has noticed you keep talking like he isn't in the room and does not appreciate it.] before throwing in your two cents. You might "offend" people.

[Mutters.] Stupid twat.

If you asked about my hair, I wouldn't be insulted, everyone asks that.

*Her hair turned darker at the last word. Which got her to give him her full attention.*

I've known Jason for months, I've known you for about an hour. Maybe he stole it. But, maybe, it fell through the portal. Like you did, or I did, or any number of items from home that he ended up with because he was the nearest owner. Your father isn't here to claim that watch, but you're so ready to hate Jason you jumped to a conclusion without actually thinking about the fact you are on a moon in another dimension!

How much do you actually understand about the moon you're standing on? About what happens here? I'm talking to Jason because, while he's violent and angry and has a lot of problems, he didn't break into anyone's home to tie someone upsidedown today! So in spite of his language, and threats to drown a thirteen year old kid, I trust him far more than I trust you!

[ Oh snap. Not good. ]

Damian! Damian, chill. I know it's hard, I know. But don't call someone you just met that. And Lola, he's a damn kid, with a lot of problems, but cut the kid some slack.

[ He made a face, still hanging there and unsure when he became the voice of reason. What had his life become, he was torn, Lola was a friend, one he had confided in when he was confused on what to do about Loki. But, Damian was a Robin, and one who understood what death does. The child of Bruce and Talia. AS much as the kid irked him, and he did, that was still his kid brother.]

He has every right to accuse me. [ He looked to Damian.] Apologize to her, Alfred would be so fucking mad right now if he heard you calling a woman that.

[ With that Jason took a breath and started to pull himself up to try and cut the rope. He needed to get down.]

[Alright, new girl obviously wants to go.]

And had you been paying attention, you'd have notice I did ask. Or are you offended I said “head” rather than “hair”? Here have an anatomy lesson then. Your ugly hair? Is on your stupid head.

[Shocker, he knows. He gets up to turn off the video, because this may get messy, who knows. He clears his throat and throws a Batarang at Todd's hands to stop him.]

I'm not done with you and Pennyworth isn't here. So no, apology isn't happening.

[Back to the girl.] You've known him, what? A few months? I've known him 3 years. So he's got issues? So does everyone! [They are all here because they felt unwanted, right?]

I couldn't give less of a damn that you don't trust me, because guess what? I've know you just as long and can say with absolute certainty, I don't like you.

[Likely not as big of a shocker.]

The point is, you are sticking your nose into business you clearly have no clue about, spouting stupid assumptions about stuff that is clearly none of your business and should take your ugly hair, fat nose and stupidity else where.

*Lola looks decided unimpressed with Damian. He barks and shouts like he's more than a small child who, admittedly, has learned to do some very bad things. But none of that really matters. Even insulting her looks doesn't actually phase her, because he's a snot nosed brat who never learned how the world worked. Which... she'd feel sorry for him over if he wasn't so obnoxious.*

*So her attention moves to Jason again.*

I'll see you this weekend. With some quotes when it comes to your car.

I have to ask my boyfriend if I can borrow his bet cat. Between the crime reports and other things I'm feeling a little less safe wandering alone.

*Loud children are easiest handled by ignoring them. So Lola's going to just see herself out.*

[ The batarang knocked him back again as he glared more, his eyes going wide as Damian went off. Well, he should have seen that coming and yet at the same time, he felt a little bad for both. ]

Yeah, I'll see you this weekend, thanks.

[ His eyes shifted to Damian then.]

And you and me are going to have a little heart to heart when I get down, Lil D, you can't just talk to people like that. Thing's are fuckin' different here.

[Damian waves her off dismissively and turns the camera back on. Clearly showing she is alive and leaving.]

Tt, why? Think I offended her? [Because from his tone, he clearly cares.] Like I said, she should mind her own business.

Turn it off. And tell me what's gotten into you.

[ He's starting to think there's more to this than just Damian being challenged. He grabs more tissues to clear his nose again.]

[Damian doesn't even look at Todd. Talk? Todd, wanted to talk? The guy that said made stupid comments when Damian cried? Who called Duke Robin as if being replaced didn't hurt enough in that moment. They were here because they felt displaced after all, but no Todd. We don't talk.]

Pass. [He said coldly.]

[ He wasn't wrong, but a few months of living with sensible civilians had done Jason a lot of good. ]

Your such a brat...

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