For the three hundredth time in about thirty minutes, Jason resists the urge to text Bruce please come get your child. He's on League business, and League business is still – pretty heavy, maybe heavier than it even was back when Jason was Robin.
Damian's not invited, anyway, which is probably why he's in such a fucking mood.
Well, that and the fact that Jason of all fucking people is stuck playing babysitter, because Alfred had business back in England or a hot fucking date or, more likely, just didn't want to be held responsible when the kid inevitably goes AWOL, and Dick's in Bludhaven, and Tim – probably laughed in Bruce's face. Which is what Jason wanted to do, but it's better to keep an eye on the kid here than have him going around Gotham attacking former Robins, or whatever.
Still. Bruce owes him one.
"For the last time, kid," Jason says, heavy emphasis on the kid because he knows Damian hates it, "I didn't cook your goddamn cat."
"I have seen him in hours," Damian says. He's staring distastefully at the pot of soup Jason is cooking, which Jason figures is fair enough – he's not terrible, but he's not Alfred, either.
"Yeah, and he's a cat," Jason says. "The place is huge. He'll turn up."
"Or he's in there," Damian says. Jason resists the urge to hit him with a wooden spoon. Remembers that Damian is a kid, and –
"Is there meat in there? You know I don't eat –"
Jason sighs. Rolls his eyes up so high they're going to get stuck there, just like Alfred used to tell him. "Yeah," he says. "I decided the bat-cow wasn't doing her part around here, so I chopped her up while you weren't looking – which, I don't know when that could be, since you haven't left me alone for twelve seconds since I got here."
There's a pause. Damian sniffs at the food again. Jason wonders which one of them is actually babysitting who.
"If you're lying," Damian says, "I'll –"
"Damian," Jason says. "If you shut up for five minutes and go set the table, I'll let you go on patrol with me later and I won't even tell Bruce that you cracked into his files just to read up on Supergirl."
The kid's mouth clamps shut. He scowls, and blushes, but stalks off to set the table.
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Date: 2014-09-18 12:05 am (UTC)Damian's not invited, anyway, which is probably why he's in such a fucking mood.
Well, that and the fact that Jason of all fucking people is stuck playing babysitter, because Alfred had business back in England or a hot fucking date or, more likely, just didn't want to be held responsible when the kid inevitably goes AWOL, and Dick's in Bludhaven, and Tim – probably laughed in Bruce's face. Which is what Jason wanted to do, but it's better to keep an eye on the kid here than have him going around Gotham attacking former Robins, or whatever.
Still. Bruce owes him one.
"For the last time, kid," Jason says, heavy emphasis on the kid because he knows Damian hates it, "I didn't cook your goddamn cat."
"I have seen him in hours," Damian says. He's staring distastefully at the pot of soup Jason is cooking, which Jason figures is fair enough – he's not terrible, but he's not Alfred, either.
"Yeah, and he's a cat," Jason says. "The place is huge. He'll turn up."
"Or he's in there," Damian says. Jason resists the urge to hit him with a wooden spoon. Remembers that Damian is a kid, and –
"Is there meat in there? You know I don't eat –"
Jason sighs. Rolls his eyes up so high they're going to get stuck there, just like Alfred used to tell him. "Yeah," he says. "I decided the bat-cow wasn't doing her part around here, so I chopped her up while you weren't looking – which, I don't know when that could be, since you haven't left me alone for twelve seconds since I got here."
There's a pause. Damian sniffs at the food again. Jason wonders which one of them is actually babysitting who.
"If you're lying," Damian says, "I'll –"
"Damian," Jason says. "If you shut up for five minutes and go set the table, I'll let you go on patrol with me later and I won't even tell Bruce that you cracked into his files just to read up on Supergirl."
The kid's mouth clamps shut. He scowls, and blushes, but stalks off to set the table.
Jason is awesome with kids.