-Had to tone it down. In the original draft, it got so intense that Jason completely irredeemable-

Ages:

Damian - 18

Jason - 12

Dick - 8

"Jay! JAY! JAY! LET ME OUT! JAY!" 

Jason felt Dick pounding against the other side of the attic door. "I dunno? Why should I?"

"PLEASE! JAY! PLEASE!"

Jason leaned against the locked door. "If I let you out, I own your soul?"

"YES! WHATEVER! LET ME OUT!"

Jason pretended to ponder. "Do you promise to be my servant forever?"

"YES! YES! PLEASE LET ME OUT!" His brother pleaded, he sounding a little tearful.

Jason paused for a second. "Okay. Sure." He reached up and unlocked the bolt. He stepped aside, yanking the attic door open. Dick tumbled forwards onto the ground, He was sweaty and shuddering and had tears drizzling down his cheeks.

"What is it?" Bruce skipped steps on the stairs until he could see his sons. He straightened his jacket and tie a little. "Dick? What's wrong? Jason?" He asked accusingly.

Jason dropped to the floor, slinging an arm over his little brother's shoulders. "What? Dickie got lost in the dark and was scared. I came up to help him!" 

"Dick?" Their father asked, Jason was always picking on and scaring Dick. "Is that really what happened?"

Jason gripped Dick's arm so much it hurt. The little boy sniffled a little, drying his face on his forearm. "Yeah." He muttered.

Bruce looked away, what could he do with them? "I have to go out, I'll see you to in a couple hours. Jason, don't torture him. Damian's just downstairs in the cave."

"I won't!" The boys watched their father go. A smirk filed across Jason's face, he leant close to Dick's face. "Go get me a soda, servant."

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Dick stalked downstairs to the kitchen, unsure of whether he was more traumatized or angry. He wished he could go with Bruce, but he knew he couldn't, and if he even asked, Jason would tease him for constantly 'wanting daddy'.

He headed for the kitchen cabinet with the most worn-out child lock on it. It was pretty easy for the boys to pry that one open, and as long as they stole the soda cans in moderation no one would notice.

Jason was always doing things like that, Dick was an easy target: Jumpy, a bit gullible, and frightened of a good many things.

Once, Jason taped a Halloween mask to the outside of his window... Dick couldn't sleep in his own bed, let alone by himself, for two weeks.

This other time, Jason put a fake spider in Dick's backpack. He screamed so hard that a teacher from down the hall came over to make sure no one was hurt. 

He took out a cola and kicked the cabinet shut. The child lock snapped closed. 

God, he wished that for once he could scare Jason. He wished he could get his brother back. Just once he wanted Jason to beg his older brothers to let him sleep in their room.

Of course, Tim was out of country on a school trip, and Jason wouldn't beg Damian for anything, but his point stands!

Dick wanted to get him back.

But there was an issue: Jason didn't believe in monsters, he thought that bugs, snakes and spiders were cool, and he got injured for fun so he wasn't scared of blood of bone. 

Dick trotted dejectedly back up the stairs.

How would Dick scare him? How could he? Jason wasn't afraid of the dark. Dick doubted if Jason would fear a home intruder in the middle of the night (Besides, how would Dick manage that?). 

"About time!" Jason smirked, yanking the cola from his little brother's hands. "Hey, you're not crying anymore." Dick bit his tongue angrily and turned his face away. He didn't like that he cried so easily. "There's a good boy! Bruce doesn't need to know anything about what happened!"

"I could tell him." Dick frowned, trying not to get upset again.

"What? Because I'm scaring you too much? You're going to tattle? Remember Dickie, you've sold your soul to me like eight times while Begging me to stop scarwing you." Jason's smug look grew as he cracked open his soda. He took a swig. "Now get out of my room." 

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Jason had to be un-scarable! Dick spent all afternoon trying to think of something, but he couldn't come up with ANYTHING!

Then he remembered one of the most knowledgeable people on fear that he knew (After scarecrow and Bruce) was literally right downstairs.

"Dami?" 

"I'm busy." He answered curtly.

 "I need your help." Dick pulled on his brothers arm with all his weight.

"Be quick." Damian reluctantly looked at him.

Dick took a big breath. "How would you scare someone who's hard to scare?"

His brother looked skeptical. "Why?"

Dick let the air out of his lungs. "What would you do if you wanted to scare someone? But they don't get scared?"

"Are you looking to traumatize someone? Who's this about?"

"Jason." Dick said flatly. 

Damian eyed him, almost pityingly. All of them knew how Jason liked to frighten their baby  brother. 

"What have you tried? Jumpscares are a disgrace to horror, but..."

Dick stopped listening after he heard 'Jumpscares'. It was perfect!

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Dick was crouched in Jason's closet, his brother was downstairs getting ramen. It was perfect! All Dick had to do was jump out and scream. He checked the door handle for the eightieth time to make sure he hadn't locked himself in. Thankfully, he hadn't.

He stopped as he heard Jason's distinct foot steps rounding the corner outside. Dick froze as he listened to the door open, and Jason enter and kick the door shut lightly.

Dick took a deep breath; this was it. He shoved the closet door open and shouted as loud as he could, lunging towards his big brother.

As if in slow motion, Dick watched Jason's eyes grow wide. Jason dropped the cell phone he had in one hand, and the bowl in the other...

...and punched Dick in the face.

"What the FUCK!" Jason shouted. "My fucking Ramen!"

Dick staggered back, tripping onto Jason's bed hand flying to his cheek. The pain hadn't even started yet, but he was already crying. "Ow-"

"What the Fuck!" Jason repeated, looking like he was about to punch Dick again, when he snapped out of his rage and noticed that Dick was clutching the side of his face, tearing up. "Wait- what? No! DON'T CRY! If you cry, Demon will be RIGHT up here." Ignoring his spilled Ramen, Jason jumped onto his bed and tried to stop Dick from crying. Just because he liked to pick on his little brother didn't mean he liked seeing him in pain!"

"Ow..." Dick whined, a little pathetically, hands still clasped over his cheek.

"Why did you do that? That was stupid! What am I supposed to do when people jump out at me!" Jason was starting to muddle up his questions and justifications. "Why'd you jump outta My closet?!" He finally shouted.

Dick sniffled, doubled over with both hands covering half his face now. "I- I- wanted-" He was struggling to get the sentence out. It sounded so stupid out loud. "I was going to scare you." He mumbled.

"Why?"

"Because you ALWAYS scare ME!" Dick broke out, starting to sob from the pain of his swollen left cheek. "You ALWAYS scare ME and it's NOT FAIR!" He practically shouted.

Okay, Jason was starting to feel a little bad... It was always fun to spook his little brother, maybe get a few tears out of him, but it wasn't fun when his brother got actually hurt. 

But Jason, like to other Bats, was not at all good with emotions or communication. "You spilled my ramen. I didn't mean to punch you though! If- uhh- If I get you a popsicle and a ice pack for that bruise, can you Please tell Bruce and Demon that you got it falling on the stairs?"

"No!" Dick choked. "You PUNCHED me!"

"It was fight or flight!" Jason defended. "I always punch things that startle me! Listen, Dick, I will officially return your soul and liberate you from all duties as my servant if you don't tell them I hit you!"

Dick shrugged a little, then shook his head again. His face Really hurt! "No! It hurts too much!"

"Dick- Dick, DickDickDick." Jason put up his hands. "I'll do all that and sell you my soul, if you don't tell! I am DEAD if Bruce finds out I punched you! You don't want me dead, do you?"

Dick reconciled. He didn't want Jason to get in that much trouble, then Dick would have to explain to Bruce that he really was scared of all those things, and Robin was supposed tobe brave.

"Okay. I won't tell." He muttered. "But it still hurts."

"Okay, Okay." Jason sighed, relieved. "I'll go get your ice pack and popsicle."