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A broken plate rang through the mansion at such a late hour, if Bruce hadn't taken you in he would've assumed it was a intruder. Getting up with a sigh from the couch and heading into the kitchen where you were arguing with Jason.
You did this, he gets it, working under Joker at such a young age.. that can't do any good on a kids mind. Joker had slaves, not workers, even harley already left him — Bruce works with her. But damn, he forgot how reckless Jason was as a kid until you swung around into his life.
"Kid, calm down, I know-" Jason tried to sound as calm as possible, he liked kids.. but he had a temper as well. He had to remind himself what he felt like as a kid, what you could be going through being thrown into an environment you don't feel totally threatened 24/7.
But you cut him off, scoffing and crossing your arms. "Shut up! Don't pity me-!"
Bruce eventually got tired, pushing himself from the doorframe and effortlessly picking you up over his shoulder. It was comical sometimes, how stupidly chaotic the family was, walking away from Jason and past Dick and Tim on the couch towards the door.
Alfred hadn't batted an eye, of course, this wasn't the weirdest thing to go down inside the mansion anyway. And Bruce was more than equipped to keep cool with a tempered child.
"Were going for a ride."
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