Damian growled and pounded the wall in fury. He gritted his teeth and outright screamed, "WHY WON'T YOU JUST DIE FOR FUCK'S SAKE!?"

"NO CURSING!"

"Master Damian, please don't scream in the house unless there is something you need of utmost importance."

"SHUT THE HELL UP DEMON BRAT!! I'M TRYING TO WATCH THIS...heh...educational video..."

Damian raised an eyebrow as he heard Drake's voice shout back at Todd's, "IT'S PORN, JASON!"

A laugh came from the upstairs and Damian rolled his eyes, grumbling. He had no time to deal with those idiots for he had a mission of utmost importance. He picked up his mobile device off the floor where he threw it and scowled at the ever grinning skeleton scum he wanted to desperately send back into the underworld.  Damian was pretty sure he had tried more than forty times to kill the demonic skeleton and yet each time he came up empty handed.

In fact, he was just about ready to look at YouTube and the internet for reference...

But he was a Wayne and a Bat and neither ever give up just like that...! He paused for a moment from scowling as that stupid rhyme popped into his thoughts. Then he frowned. Stupid Grayson... saying all those memorable, annoying sayings...

Speaking of Grayson..., "Hey Dami! I heard your very passionate shout...what's up?"

Grayson looked tired. As the older yawned Damian could see that his eyes had dark circles under them and his hair was slightly disheveled. And if that wasn't enough proof he was still wearing pajamas and had bunny slippers on... Damian wasn't impressed.

Damian furrowed his eyebrows looking up at the taller, "Uhm...the ceiling? I don't understand why you'd need to know as you're not blind, but I suppose it's not much of a surprise why you'd ask. I guess that you really are just that dense."

Grayson gave a small smile which made Damian's eye twitch in annoyance. Did he think Damian's logic was funny? Was he mocking him? How dare the son of a---!!

"Oh, you're playing UNDERTALE?"

Damian blinked then looked down at his phone. Bluntly the young Bat said, "Yes..." He placed a hand on his chin and pointed to the older, "I'm beginning to think that you truly are blind, Grayson."

Grayson ignored the statement as he sat beside Damian on the couch. He hummed as he looked at the paused screen. Then with a gesture to the frozen Sans, he muttered, "Can't get past 'em?"

Finally! Grayson was beginning to be competent again! Damian huffed a sigh, sagging his shoulders, "NO! And I'm on genocide route too! I swear I'm going to go assassinate the guy who made this damn game..." And just like that Damian was standing and starting to move to where he stored his katana.

When Grayson spoke again, "Want me to beat him for you?"

Damian set down his sword and gave Grayson an incredulous expression. This incompetent fool actually believes that he can do something Damian can't...? Instantly, Damian erupted into a light chuckle. 

At Grayson's slightly confused look Damian explained, "It's funny....it's funny because you see--pfft--because YOU actually think you can beat it where I can't!" Then his expression changed more serious as he crossed his arms, "Even if you could I would never allow you to help me."

Grayson shrugged and set down his device as he yawned standing up once more. With a stretch, he began walking to the stairs. On the way, he patted Damian's head mumbling, "If you say so, Lil' D... I'm gonna rest a little bit more. G'night, Dami."

Another loud laugh floated from upstairs as the voice came again, "HOW LITTLE?! LIKE DAMIAN'S HEIGHT LITTLE?! 'CAUSE, GEE DICK, THAT'D BE PRETTY SHORT! HAHAHAHA!!" 

Damian gritted his teeth as Todd's annoying laugh floated down the steps Grayson was going up. Grayson responded calmly stating, "Nah, just a cat nap."

The laughs only grew more prominent, "AHAHAHAHA! LIKE DAMIAN'S CAT'S LIFE SPANS?!"

That did it as Damian raced up the steps past Grayson and broke down the door to Todd's room. The look on Todd's face was priceless as he abruptly stopped laughing and struggled to turn off his computer. Before he was able Damian heard an audible moan and pant, but that was enough to suffice him forever. 

With a growl, Damian raised his katana above his head and shouted, "Prepare to pay for your sins, Todd!!"

Ahahaha, it was a blood bath that night. ;)

***Batbreak***

Grayson paused on his walk up the stairs and glanced back to where the light from Damian's device was still illuminating the dark living room. With a happy grin, he glided down the handrail and jumped up to fling himself up to the chandelier, off the chandelier, and onto the couch. 

With a satisfied grunt, he put the device in his lap and cracked his fingers. With a slight yawn, he mumbled, "We meet again, aye Sans?"

***Batbreak***

*And many, MANY hours of blood, sweat, and tears...from both boys*

Damian walked out of Todd's room with a tight lipped smile on his face. He put the katana over his shoulder and hummed slightly as he felt the small amount of blood on the sword get absorbed by his shirt. Damian walked down the stairs and instantly knew another person was down there. Getting slightly tenser and more fluid he moved his katana from his shoulder to in front of him. 

He lightly trailed down the stairs to the living room where he detected the other presence in the first place. With a silent shout, he jumped over the couch and turned to see... Grayson? The man was awkwardly sleeping upside down on the couch. His drool was getting on the floor slightly. Damian cringed, but then he spotted the black shape on Grayson's torso. He raised an eyebrow and picked it up.

His device.

With an annoyed groan, he turned it on to see just how much damage Grayson had done to his progress. What surprised him was that he wasn't seeing Sans at that moment. It was an entirely different scene. His eyes widening he glanced rapidly back and forth from Grayson to his phone. He couldn't have... could he..?

Stealing his expression Damian roughly kicked Grayson in the forehead whispering a harsh, "Wake up!"

Grayson groaned and rubbed his forehead as he swung himself right side up once more. With a sloppy grin, Grayson asked Damian, "Yes?"

Damian scoffed. 'Course, Grayson was going to act like he didn't know. With a flustered expression, he mentally slapped himself, gaining him control of his facial features again to make them look serious. Then with a tense voice, he told the older, "What you did was, as much as I hate to admit it, impressive."

Grayson seemed to have something click as he ruffled Damian's hair as he stood and smiled. With another yawn, he told the Assassin, "Is that so? Didn't think I was categorized under impressive for you lil' D."

Damian flushed against his will and gulped down his upcoming stuttering. He managed to still his voice as he muttered, "You're not..."

"Oh?"

"You're pathetic..."

Damian could practically feel the small frown Grayson was covering with his bright, soft grin, "Oh...well, I guess I already knew--"

"Now you're respected."

And just like that Damian strutted away and up the stairs and into Todd's room again. He shut the door behind him and with a bright red face, he cracked his knuckles. He needed to blow off some flustered steam.

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RIP Jason Todd.... we shall never forget you because you'll probs be resurrected once again. :")

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IT'S 11:30 MY MIND IS DEAD FROM LACK OF SLEEP FOR THE PAST FEW DAYS. THIS IS PROBS V V SHITTY AND I'M V V SORRY. HOPE IT AT LEAST MADE YOU LAUGH. :^) G'NIGHT AND G'DAY TO EVERYONE. Imma go sleep now.... *flops on bed*