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[fingerstripes]

You want something from Robin that bad, you can drop by the apartment. I'm not your delivery boy.

[ and a minute later: ]

You threaten him ever again and we'll be having a different conversation.

[hititwithacrowbar]

He stole it from me, I shouldn't have to come to get it back.
Fine, whatever. I'll come pick it up.

You want to try me, Dick? I'm not in the mood.

[ He didn't plan on doing anything to Damian. But, he felt like rising to a challenge. ]

[fingerstripes]

He's a 13 year old kid who's had a hell of a lot to deal with in a short amount of time. If you can't find it in your heart to understand that then I don't know what to tell you.

[ Privately he kind of agrees that it's problematic behavior, that Damian needs to hand it back in person and apologize, whatever reason he might have had.

And on a level deeper than that, talking to Jason at all right now rubs salt in an open wound. He chafs at the gall he has to make demands. ]

[hititwithacrowbar]

[ Jay typed about six messages, constantly deleting before he could send to try and word it right. Things like 'bullshit, he's Talia's kid' wouldn't fly and he knew it. ]

Dick, This isn't the first time he's done this shit. Last time he did this he left a fucking crowbar in my bed. I suppose I should be grateful this time, but I don't have any spares here to just let it go. I need that shit back.

[ A moment later, a second text follows in. He wasn't being as salty, just petty. ]

Also, in case you didn't get the memo, I don't have a heart. I guess it didn't come back with the rest of me.

[fingerstripes]

[ The crowbar thing is more than little beyond the pale, even given the fact that he knows exactly what Jason's doing there. Tossing a curveball to deaden the air. Poison the united front posed by Dick and Damian.

The silence stretches a little. He's letting all of them down. With every piece he's missing, in every way that he isn't the Dick Grayson who'd know what to do. ]

I can't deal with a situation if I don't know what's going on. You need to fill me in when "this shit" comes up.

[ And a second later. ]

Come by tonight. He'll apologize.

[ Like hell is he leaving then to it unsupervised. ]

[hititwithacrowbar]

[ Dick knew exactly what he was doing. And yet when Jason gets the returned message he feels a little disappointed. He didn't really know what he was expecting. Whatever it had been it wasn't what he got. ]

No, I'm not filling you in on this one. Talk to Tim about it, I don't care. I'm -trying- my best here. So, no, I don't want his apology, I don't want to see him. Despite my earlier threat I want him to be happy, so don't make him apologize. I just want my helmet back and we can pretend it didn't happen. Just tell me when I can stop by when he's not home.

[fingerstripes]

[ Dick counts to ten, then twenty, giving serious considering to the question of whether beating his head against the wall would help at all. ]

You know, I'm thinking I could promise a little more on our end if I knew exactly what prompted him to take it off your hands in the first place.

And before you ask, yeah, I do plan on getting his side of the story, so maybe consider that before you tell me off.

[hititwithacrowbar]

I'm not telling you off right now. I just don't have that answer. Him and me have always been oil and vinegar. We don't mix. That's why I said talk to Tim.

Keep me updated.

[fingerstripes]

Up to you. [ Which- okay fine, he can ackowledge that he can't actually force them to coexist in the same room. For all that he's still intending to put his foot down on who's doing the fetch and carry. ]

But I'm thinking your helmet's prospects for a long and happy life will be a lot better in the long term if Damian learns that actions have consequences.

[ Just in case there's any doubt: ]

Not your kind of consequences.

1/2

[hititwithacrowbar]

I'm doing what I think is best.

While that sounds all well and good, I am not about to turn the kid over my knee. I'm not his dad, and I'm not even the former Robin he likes.

This place is fucking confusing, Dick.

2/2

[hititwithacrowbar]

Just let me know when to head over there and I will. You mean the communal housing, right?

[fingerstripes]

We're moving house, actually.

[ And Dick sends the address to a location that's actually still pretty close to housing, facing the side closest to the fence. ]

My door is open anytime, but I'm not locking Damian out of his home to spare your sensibilities. If you absolutely can't meet him halfway then plan to stop by when he's at school.

[hititwithacrowbar]

[ seeing the message and address he has questions he wants to ask, but he doesn't instead he ignores the bubbling feeling. ]

You have a point. I'll be over soon ish. I gotta find a way there first. If he's there it's fine. I'll behave and act my age, whatever is expected.

[fingerstripes]

I get that there's history there I'm not privy to. And I'll talk to him about the crowbar.

But he's a great kid when you get to know him. When you give him a chance.

[hititwithacrowbar]

Leave the crowbar alone. He knows well enough, we have a mutual understanding on it. You wanted backstory so I gave it. No point bringing up that mess with him. Like I said, I just want my helmet then we can put this behind us.

Dick, this may sound like a lie, but I don't dislike the kid. He's my brother to, whether he likes it or not. Anyway, I'll be over later. I'll text you when I'm on my way.