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“Alright, I know you have at least one of them.” Dick said as he leaned in against Tim’s doorway, frowning at his younger brother who was on his bed with lap top balancing on his drawn up knees, blinking owlish at him.
“One of what?” Tim asked, tilting his head, he was trying to finish these reports so he could finally get some sleep or maybe a shower first- What was Dick saying?
“My hoodie!” Dick repeated knowing that look on Tim’s face when he was zoning out. “Where is my hoodie? The Nightwing one I just got, I swear I can’t keep anything in this dumb house.”
“I dunno man.” Tim shrugged, setting his lap top down with a yawn, shifting against the wall his bed was against, the neck of his Super…boy? Man? Hard to say, sweater was wide and showing off a bit of his shoulder when he shifted.
“…are you wearing Jason’s boxers?” Dick asked noticing the Red Hood bats on Tim’s boxer shorts now that the laptop out of the way.
“Like I could fit in them, please, both of my legs could probably fit in like one leg of them.” Tim snorted. “These are mine, a limited edition run from a kick started I helped fund to help out restoring some buildings in Jason’s territory. I got him some too~”
“Of course you did.” Dick muttered, shaking his head. “Now, my hoodie-“
“What’s it look like?” Tim asked.
“I told you!”
“I have more than one.” Tim said annoyed, he was too tired, it was time for a shower and a nap.
“What! Is that where they keep going?!” Dick finally took a step inside the room as Tim got up out of his bed just as Damian came by, stopped, and back tracked to look in Tim’s room.
“Drake!” Damian snapped as Tim was looking through his closet for whatever Dick wanted so he’d leave already. “That is mine!” He pointed at the sweater that Tim was wearing.
“Uh, no, it’s mine?” Tim said matter of factly. “I won this square and fair from Kon…by stealing it from his apartment when he wasn’t looking. As is my right.”
“No it is not.” Damian stormed past Dick and tugged at the hem of the sweater. “It’s Jon’s that he had forgotten here a few days ago.”
“And that makes it yours?” Tim snorted amused, looking down at the sweater, wondering if it could be Jon’s and not Kon’s, their dumb S looked the same how was he supposed to tell?
“Obviously.” Damian said, giving another tug at it. “As is /my/ right. Now take it off! I’m going to have to wash it now!”
“Aw, are my cooties all over it?” Tim rolled his eyes and pulled the sweater up and over his head, revealing the Wonder Girl tank top he was wearing under it and tossed the sweater in Damian’s face.
“Agh!” Damian caught and rolled up the sweater. “More like all your sweat and coffee, you better not have stained this!”
“Steal another of Jon’s sweaters.” Tim rolled his eyes, turning back to his task…which…was…what again, dammit. Hoodie, right.
“Ah! Dami!” Dick caught Damian by the hood when he walked back out of Tim’s room.
“Ack!” Damian reached up and clawed at Dick’s hold. “Unhand me! And don’t call me that!” He hissed.
“So /you/ stole my hoodie!” Dick accused, pulling Damian back into the room and turning the boy to poke Damian in the chest right in the center of the Nightwing eagle.
“This is mine.” Damian slapped away Dick’s hand. “You know the rules, you leave it unattended, it’s…what was it, finders keepers?”
“Ugh, that’s not a real thing!” Dick said frustrated. “Besides! This one never left my room after the other ones disappeared, you went and stole it.”
“It’s mine now, Grayson.” Damian huffed uninterested in Dick’s accusations. “I’m not giving it back.”
“Yes you are!” Dick said frustrated, grabbing at the front of the hoodie.
Before they could get into a tussle, though, everyone’s eyes were drawn to the announcement at Tim’s door.
“Tim-“ Jason stopped short as he noticed how many people were in the room. “Are you having a party? Without me?”
“No.” Tim said flatly, looking at the pair then back at Jason. “Besides, it looks like you are the one throwing the party.” He quirked up at him.
“Right?” Jason grinned, throwing out an arm to let the cape he was wearing flutter dramatically. “It’s giving Pride Parade and I’m so making an appearance!” Jason declared, wearing a multi colored Bat suit freshly stolen from Bruce’s vault, the new security failing once again at Jason’s hands. “Nice boxers, by the way.”
“Thank you. Are we twinies today?” Tim asked amused.
“You know it~” Jason winked the best he could in the cowl.
“Todd! Return father’s suit!” Damian demanded, swatting away Dick’s grabbing hands again. “You can’t keep taking them.”
“Can, gonna, will do it again.” Jason said, scooting past the squabbling pair to get to over to Tim. “You got ones for Flyboy too right?”
“Of course, they should have gotten to our other place yesterday for him to find.” Tim said. “Did you pick up what you picked out for us with his stuff on it?”
“Ohh yea, he’s gonna love it.” Jason grinned.
“Would you two stop talking about your weird sex stuff in front of Damian???” Dick asked, having covered Damian’s ears despite his constant fighting and protesting.
“Covering my ears does not actually diminish my hearing! Now leave me alone!” Damian wrenched away from Dick a short distance before being lifted off his feet by the eldest Robin.
“Not so fast, clothes stealer!” Dick wrestled keeping Damian in his arms as he started to thrash about like a feral cat that got dunked in water.
“Rich coming from the man literally wearing one of Jason’s hoodies that should be rightfully mine, I love that one.” Tim said.
“Ah! You’re right, that is mine! I thought Tim took that.” Jason pointed at Dick. “You give that back to my boyfriend!”
“Not till your boyfriend gives me back my other hoodie.” Dick complained and squealed. “Damian! What have we said about biting!?!”
“RELASE ME!” Damian decided to fight dirty and kicked back at Dick in his namesake, the older man finally letting go as he crumbled to the floor and Damian darted away from his reach.
“Oh, this one?” Tim finally found the Nightwing hoodie of a different style and tossed it on Dick. “Are we good, can you all leave my room now?”
“JASON PETER TODD!” Bruce’s booming voice came from what had to be study entrance to the Batcave, having discovered the theft.
“That’s my cue! My work here is done!” Jason announced, grabbing Tim and dipping him into a dramatic kiss before righting him, grinning and jumping out the window.
“I told you not to kiss me wearing the cowl!” Tim stuck his head out of the window to yell after Jason.
“Drake, this is mine, why are you stealing all of my stuff!” Damian snapped as he snatched the other Nightwing hoodie before Dick recovered to take it.
“Finders keepers, bitch.” Tim said when he pulled himself back inside and shut the window, moving just in time to dodge Damian coming at him. “Get back demon!” Tim grabbed a nearby open water bottle and threw at Damian before he could dodge and laughed as Damian was splashed.
“Boys, have you seen-“ Bruce asked he appeared in the doorway just in time to see an all-out brawl break out in Tim’s room between the owner and his youngest. “BOYS!” He bellowed, but got no response as the two continued to roll around and kick, punch and scratch at each other.
“I just…wanted my hoodie.” Dick sighed as he recovered.
Bruce sighed deeply as he pinched the bridge of his nose, wondering what to do get this under control and find Jason but knew he was likely off the property by now. Bruce looked up in time to see Damian had pinned Tim to the ground and grabbed a random coffee mug and dumped the, luckily, cold contents in Tim’s face, the older screaming furious.
“Both of you! Stop that right now!” Bruce marched into the room, grabbed Damian by the scruff of his hoodie to drag him up and off Tim and pulled Tim up by the arm as he wiped the coffee and loose grounds off his face.
Both of them started screaming this and that about the other and Bruce felt a familiar kind of headache coming on from this squabbling. He held them away from each other as they tried to reach for the other.
“Alright.” Dick said when finally got back on his feet and wrapped his arms around Damian and pulled him out of Bruce’s hold. “I’ll take this one if you take that one.” Dick said, carrying a squirming around Damian out of Tim’s room. “We’re going to your room and you are giving back my hoodies, you little thief. I should have known you hanging out with Selina so much would lead to this.”
“You can’t have them back! They are mine now!” Damian yelled as the two of them disappeared down the hall.
“Tim.” Bruce said firmly, letting Tim down on his feet and gave him a stern look.
“I’m not narking out Jason.” Tim said stubbornly, crossing his arms.
“Where does he keep taking them?” Bruce asked anyway.
“Nope.” Tim shook his head. “I love Jason more than you, deal with it.”
“I can always ask the other one.” Bruce said like it was some kind of threat to Kon and Tim looked at him unimpressed.
“You can try, maybe while you’re at it you can tell him you’re fucking his dad.” Tim quirked a brow at the black and white flannel shirt Bruce was wearing under his black blazer. “So you and Clark do wear the same size, huh?”
“That!” Bruce felt like he was choking on his spit as heat rushed to his face, he brought this on himself, teaching a bunch of unruly children to be detectives. “Just tell Jason to give me back my Bat suits!” He snapped and turned on his heel to get as far away from this conversation as possible.
“Don’t let Damian see it! He’ll have a meltdown you’re fucking his boyfriends dad~” Tim called loudly after Bruce and shut his door.
Now…what was he doing? Man he was tried and smelled more like coffee than ever…oh right! Shower, sleep, head back to the apartment he shared with Kon and Jason for some fun. Right, better get to it, where was his favorite Superboy shirt, it was just on this chair…
“DAMIAN!”