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#1
“Oookay,” Jason interrupted, yawning obnoxiously and very clearly on purpose. The other two – who were having a moment, dammit – looked over to where he was clapping slowly from his place on the floor. The man was still inside the cell, apparently not finding the whole affair interesting enough to move. “We done yet?”
Tim’s eye twitched. “The hell are you even doing here Jason.”
“Dickhead dragged me.”
“And you care about our family,” Dick prompted hopefully.
“Ehhh…” The youngest edged away when he caught the dampening of his brother’s smile and the incoming lecture about how Jason really cared and how pushing everyone away wasn’t going to work and on and on. Tim snuck around the side of his previous prison, letting the shade wrap around him just a little.
Bam!
“The fu—”
“… Tim,” Dick sighed. Tim just snickered and slipped back to the glass front to watch their sibling yank at the locked door and curse him out. “You’re really not helping my point here.”
He shrugged, smirking. “Mm.”
#2
Jason was hunched over the keyboard of the Batcomputer and grumbled under his breath as his attention switched between a trio of windows. There was an irritating lack of evidence on the topic. One was just what he had before, word of mouth and rumors that had made their way to his ears. One was an entirely unhelpful file on the League of Assassins and the last was an unhelpfully blurry photo.
“What’re you doing?” The man swung an elbow back that met only air, getting an unimpressed – and slightly smug – look from the other middle child of their dysfunctional family.
“Agh, screw you Timberly. Ya don’t have to teleport everywhere just ‘cause we know now.”
“I didn’t.”
“You did, I woulda heard you.”
“But you didn’t.”
“Ya know what—” Tim cackled as he dodged Jason’s swipe fluidly.
“Okay, okay I did teleport this time. Now, what are you working on?”
Another swipe but he turned back to his work. “What I was tryin’ to do before Big Bird frickin’ kidnapped me earlier, tracking a new player. Involved in the League n’ this group… Council of Spiders, I think. Idiot has some nerve.” He snorted, not noticing how the younger stiffened. “All I have right now for a name is some stupid shit in Arabic, Al—”
“Alzilu Almutdarij.” The foreign language rolled off his tongue easily, familiar words that still made him want to track Ra’s down just to punch him.
“You know something I don’t?” Jason asked as he eyed him.
Tim sighed. “Yeah. That’d be me.”
“…”
“…”
“Fucking fuck you, Tim. I’ve been working on this for a week.”