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"Voila," Jason said, deadpanned as he set a frozen pizza on the table. "Pepperoni. Your favorite."
"No, it isn't," Damian said.
"Shut the fuck up and eat it," Jason told him, moving to the fridge to get himself a beer.
Damian took a slice of pizza and started to eat. He was all bandaged up now, thanks to Jason (who he always went to get patched up after a rough patrol) and he ate carefully as to not disturb his thumb wrapped up in cloth gauze.
"When's Drake coming home?" He asked.
"Timmy works late on Saturdays," Jason said simply, popping the cap off of his beer bottle. "He bartends now, and then after that he goes to Kon's place."
"Do they kiss a lot and stuff?" Damian asked, making a face.
At twelve years old, Damian had come a long way from the socially anal little ten year old Bruce had drug over from across the world. The older he got, the more caucasian he looked, though he still had beautiful tan skin and thick eyelashes like his mother. He acted different too. He wasn't as stuffy as he used to be and could sometimes pass as a normal kid.
"Nah," Jason said with a shrug. "They're not for PDA."
He looked at Damian. Damian shrugged.
"What?" He asked.
"You're okay with Tim being gay, right?" Jason wanted to know.
"I'm not okay with him being anything," Damian said. "He's fucking annoying."
Jason smiled a little, taking a sip of beer. For a moment, he thought he might have to coach Damian on acceptance or something. He sat down at the table with him.
"How does it even work?" Damian asked, picking a piece of tomato skin out of his braces.
"What?" Jason took another drink of beer.
"Gay sex."
Jason almost choked on his drink. He managed to swallow.
"Come again?" He raised his eyebrows.
"I mean, I researched it," Damian said. "But how can one man think-I mean, it has to be uncomfortable, right?"
Jason wanted to laugh, but Damian might go League of Assassins on him if he did. He was genuinely curious and that was genuinely adorable.
"Um, I think it's uncomfortable if you do it wrong," Jason said.
"Isn't there only one way to do it?" Damian looked indignant.
"Yeah, but-" Jason ran a hand through his hair. "Jesus, Kid. I was not expecting this conversation."
He drummed his fingers against the tabletop.
"Okay, gay guys," he said, trying to pick his words carefully. "They use lube and stuff, and we males..." he sighed through his nose. This was so awkward. "We have this magic spot up our ass called a prostate."
Damian blinked.
"Look, if they do it right, it feels good, on both ends," Jason said.
"Have you ever had gay sex?" Damian wanted to know.
"Not that kind, but yeah, I've gotten pretty hammered and done some things," he admitted.
This hardly seemed to phase Damian.
"Has Dick?" He asked.
"Not that I know of," his older brother replied. "But let's just say I know for a fact that Babs has been the man in bed a couple of times."
"I don't think I'm gay," Damian said simply. "I don't want anything up my ass."
"You're not anything yet because you're twelve," Jason said, surprised at how stern he sounded. "And if you're not, that's cool. If you are, that's cool too."
"So who takes it up the ass? Drake or Konner?" Damian asked.
"We switch," Tim said, walking in through the front door.
He moved to the table to grab a slice of pizza. Jason looked at him, eyebrows raised. Tim stared at him, chewing. Damian stared at him too.
"Why does everyone think I'm a bottom?" Tim asked. "Jesus, guys. I may be little ,but I'm nobody's bitch."
He looked at Damian. "And what kind of conversation are you even having?"
"He's twelve and full of raging hormones," Jason said. "He was just curious about gay sex."
"Why are you all beat up?" Tim asked him.
" 'was listening on the police scanner," Damian said through a mouthful of pizza. "Drug trade coming in through the docks. Penguin's men."
"Dick told you not to patrol on your own anymore," Tim reminded him, moving to the fridge to take out a bottle of water.
"I patched him up," Jason said, sounding annoyed. "It's fine."
He got up and scuffed Damian on the back of the head.
"You'd better head home, Kid. Bruce'll be calling any minute."
Tim looked at his phone. "He already is."
He answered with, "Hi, Dad" walking away to his bedroom.
Damian got up and put his hood and cape back on. Jason silently handed him his eyemask.
"Do you think he's telling the truth about them switching?" He asked.
"Honestly, I thought he topped." Jason shrugged. "Konner's a total pussy"
Damian rolled his eyes and left through the window.
"No, it isn't," Damian said.
"Shut the fuck up and eat it," Jason told him, moving to the fridge to get himself a beer.
Damian took a slice of pizza and started to eat. He was all bandaged up now, thanks to Jason (who he always went to get patched up after a rough patrol) and he ate carefully as to not disturb his thumb wrapped up in cloth gauze.
"When's Drake coming home?" He asked.
"Timmy works late on Saturdays," Jason said simply, popping the cap off of his beer bottle. "He bartends now, and then after that he goes to Kon's place."
"Do they kiss a lot and stuff?" Damian asked, making a face.
At twelve years old, Damian had come a long way from the socially anal little ten year old Bruce had drug over from across the world. The older he got, the more caucasian he looked, though he still had beautiful tan skin and thick eyelashes like his mother. He acted different too. He wasn't as stuffy as he used to be and could sometimes pass as a normal kid.
"Nah," Jason said with a shrug. "They're not for PDA."
He looked at Damian. Damian shrugged.
"What?" He asked.
"You're okay with Tim being gay, right?" Jason wanted to know.
"I'm not okay with him being anything," Damian said. "He's fucking annoying."
Jason smiled a little, taking a sip of beer. For a moment, he thought he might have to coach Damian on acceptance or something. He sat down at the table with him.
"How does it even work?" Damian asked, picking a piece of tomato skin out of his braces.
"What?" Jason took another drink of beer.
"Gay sex."
Jason almost choked on his drink. He managed to swallow.
"Come again?" He raised his eyebrows.
"I mean, I researched it," Damian said. "But how can one man think-I mean, it has to be uncomfortable, right?"
Jason wanted to laugh, but Damian might go League of Assassins on him if he did. He was genuinely curious and that was genuinely adorable.
"Um, I think it's uncomfortable if you do it wrong," Jason said.
"Isn't there only one way to do it?" Damian looked indignant.
"Yeah, but-" Jason ran a hand through his hair. "Jesus, Kid. I was not expecting this conversation."
He drummed his fingers against the tabletop.
"Okay, gay guys," he said, trying to pick his words carefully. "They use lube and stuff, and we males..." he sighed through his nose. This was so awkward. "We have this magic spot up our ass called a prostate."
Damian blinked.
"Look, if they do it right, it feels good, on both ends," Jason said.
"Have you ever had gay sex?" Damian wanted to know.
"Not that kind, but yeah, I've gotten pretty hammered and done some things," he admitted.
This hardly seemed to phase Damian.
"Has Dick?" He asked.
"Not that I know of," his older brother replied. "But let's just say I know for a fact that Babs has been the man in bed a couple of times."
"I don't think I'm gay," Damian said simply. "I don't want anything up my ass."
"You're not anything yet because you're twelve," Jason said, surprised at how stern he sounded. "And if you're not, that's cool. If you are, that's cool too."
"So who takes it up the ass? Drake or Konner?" Damian asked.
"We switch," Tim said, walking in through the front door.
He moved to the table to grab a slice of pizza. Jason looked at him, eyebrows raised. Tim stared at him, chewing. Damian stared at him too.
"Why does everyone think I'm a bottom?" Tim asked. "Jesus, guys. I may be little ,but I'm nobody's bitch."
He looked at Damian. "And what kind of conversation are you even having?"
"He's twelve and full of raging hormones," Jason said. "He was just curious about gay sex."
"Why are you all beat up?" Tim asked him.
" 'was listening on the police scanner," Damian said through a mouthful of pizza. "Drug trade coming in through the docks. Penguin's men."
"Dick told you not to patrol on your own anymore," Tim reminded him, moving to the fridge to take out a bottle of water.
"I patched him up," Jason said, sounding annoyed. "It's fine."
He got up and scuffed Damian on the back of the head.
"You'd better head home, Kid. Bruce'll be calling any minute."
Tim looked at his phone. "He already is."
He answered with, "Hi, Dad" walking away to his bedroom.
Damian got up and put his hood and cape back on. Jason silently handed him his eyemask.
"Do you think he's telling the truth about them switching?" He asked.
"Honestly, I thought he topped." Jason shrugged. "Konner's a total pussy"
Damian rolled his eyes and left through the window.