Revenge (Batfamily) - Sequel to Brother In Arms

Chapter 3 ~ Dinner

Jason nodded quietly, letting a puff of smoke escape from his lips in a thin grey cloud. "That was the idea." A grin spread all across the man's lips. "I hope your training is on point though."

"Don't worry, I've been practicing."

"Good. I can't wait for you to get your ass kicked."

"Shut up," Kyle spat, "I could kick your ass right here, right now."

"Sure." Jason laughed while he put out his cigarette, "I'm sure you can," he said sarcastically.

"Hey, I've been trained by a man who was trained by Batman. You better be careful," the young man replied, smirking.

"Okay, I'm legit scared now."

"You better be."

"Alright," Jason clasped his hands together while he headed to his motorcycle and grabbed his helmet. "Time to go."

Kyle jumped from the table he had been sitting on and called for Nala to follow him. She obeyed happily and jumped on the passenger's seat of the Mustang. Jason's Ducati roared back to life, quickly followed by the grey and black muscle car's powerful engine.

"Last arrived pays the drink," Jason smiled evilly just before he accelerated, the Ducati's tires squealing against the concrete. Kyle laughed, closed his door and immediately followed his friend.

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"Come on, Dick. I know you can do better than this," Tim smirked, arrogantly lifting his chin in his brother's direction. Dick rose back on his feet and groaned loudly. "You look like an old man."

"It's because I don't want to hurt you, little brother."

"Sure thing, big brother."

Without hesitation, Dick lunged forward and tried to smash Tim against the boxing ring's edge. In a swift movement, the young raven-haired man dodged but Dick, having anticipated his brother's reaction, turned on his heels and quickly spun his foot around. Tim somersaulted above Dick's foot, a broad smirk running on his lips. He landed perfectly on his feet and smacked his bo staff on Dick's chest.

"I win," the teenager declared proudly, panting slightly.

Dick tsked lowly and pushed the tip of the bo staff away from him. He saw Tim looking away during a second and immediately jumped on his back. Both brothers collided roughly on the floor and Dick immediately started to ruffle Tim's hair. The young man protested loudly, squirming desperately to eject Dick out of his back. "You're a bad looser!" he screamed.

Dick laughed and rolled on his back when he stopped torturing his little brother. "You look as if an army of wild squirrels had attacked you."

The young man groaned loudly, raking his hand through his hair to try to discipline it again. "Whatever," he mumbled.

"Master Dick, Master Drake, I wished to inform you that dinner will be ready in thirty minute. I'd be really pleased if you could go take a shower before," Alfred's stylish accent suddenly intervened from the top of the rock stairs leading to the cave.

"I'm not staying for dinner, Alf'. I have to go back to Blüdhaven tonight."

"Oh, that's unfortunate. I had prepared your favorite dish..."

Dick's eyes opened widely. One second later, an evil smirk spread on his lips. "Uh... okay, maybe I'll stay after all." Tim simply shook his head in amusement.

Alfred clasped his hands together. "Excellent. Go take a shower then."

"Yes, Alf'," both men answered evenly before they stood up. Dick smirked and ruffled Tim's hair once more before he ran away right after.