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Dear Jason,
Today's the day I say bye-bye to you and this town...
I'll miss you both. Here's a picture to remember me by. Hopefully, you can find a nice macaroni frame for it. ♡
Take care, Joey
Damian was beyond furious.
The fact that he knew right down to his very being that Todd wouldn't even check Damien's accidental slight wasn't a contributing factor. He knew that Todd didn't even know that he had these lapses whenever he gave himself too high a dosage of morphine whilst unsupervised. It came more in the fact that he let himself be goaded into this childish farce in the first place by the buffoon his father refused to disown.
The subject to his suffering came in the form of that infernal duck.
In front of Jason's ugly and bedheaded character waddled Joey, who was currently prattling on and on about how glorious the town Damian accidentally stumbled upon in a dream was. How 'Sycamore''s mayor always went around to watering the plants and greeting all the villagers. How Damian's stumbling into Sycamore was just pure fate.
It must've been God's punishment. Whenever Jason wasn't in the worst of his pit rage, his drugged up self would constantly divulge onto Damian the best of his "Animal Crossing Bonding Time" with the oldest of his father's adopted children. How it was always Damien who'd get stuck with the giant oaf of the man was beyond him.
Jason spared no stops in proclaiming the most useless of anecdotes in those times— how Dick's favorite villager was Joey, how he was so happy that the duck finally moved into his town when he was thirteen, how Bruce wasn't allowed into their ACBT after the Great Stomping Incident— Damian was positive that it was all beneath him.
But here he was.
And here he was.
Fine. If the mayor of Sycamore was that great, then surely they'll understand right?
On the screen, bedheaded and ugly Jason ran and handed a letter over to Phyllis.