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“I don’t understand, Grayson.” Damian huffed, crossing his arms.
“I don’t understand what you don’t understand.” Dick shot back. “I hid Easter eggs full of your favorite candy in the yard. Now you have to go find them.”
“But why? You hid them. You find them.” Damian countered.
“It’s a game.” Dick laughed patiently. He pushed Damian down the patio stairs. “You’re supposed to have fun.”
Damian stumbled into the grass, but turned around. “But how is it supposed to be fun? I don’t even have someone to compete against!”
“You can compete against Titus.” Dick shrugged. “Find all the chocolate eggs before your dog does.”
Damian narrowed his eyes. “Chocolate is deadly to canines, don’t you kn-”
“Of course I do.” Dick smirked, plopped down on the steps. “Oh look! It seems Titus has already found some!”
Damian instantly spun around, running almost panicked after his dog. Dick smiled as Damian began scooping some of the eggs into his arms, attempting to hide them in his hoody pocket. Titus jumped up, trying to steal the treats away and suddenly the game of hunting became a game of tag, as Titus chased his young master around the yard and through the gardens.
Dick heard a sigh behind him, and glanced back to see Tim coming through the door, cup of tea in one hand, and the newspaper under his arm. “That’s pretty low, Dick.” Tim murmured, sitting next to him on the step. “Especially for you.”
“Oh, he’ll get over it.” Dick waved the accusation off. “It’s my job as his big brother and mentor to make sure he doesn’t end up like Bruce, and lock himself in that big dark house all the time. Particularly on nice days like this.”
“Vaguely threatening and attempting murder on his dog isn’t the way to do that.” Tim hummed, sipping at his tea.
“How many of these blasted things did you put out here, Grayson?!” Damian shouted, trying to juggle five colorful eggs in his hand while holding them up out of Titus’s reach.
Dick grinned wider. “Thirty-seven.”
Damian’s eyes widened incredulously as he looked over. “I’ve only found twenty-nine!”
“Keep huntin’ then, kiddo.” Dick laughed. Damian let out a roar of frustration as he lobbed the five eggs in his hand at the patio, one by one. Dick and Tim were both alarmed and impressed that each projectile hit their mark of Dick’s throat and chest.
“He’s going to get you back for this.” Tim muttered as Damian went back to the search.
“I’d like to see him try.” Dick laughed, before the smile dropped from his face. “You’re not going to help him, are you?”
Tim tilted his head and clicked his tongue, raising his mug back to his lips as he smiled. “I just might.”