inspired by the pancake, waffle, french toast debate by the Sturniolo triplets.

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You, Jason, and Dick were currently on patrol together, the night was pretty quiet so you all decided to play would you rather which quickly turned into Dick and Jason arguing.

“I don’t eat french toasts enough to put it above pancakes, no matter-“ Dick says.

“If you gave french toast a shot-“ Jason speaks up.

“Guys.” you cut in.

“-you would like it way more.” Jason finishes.

“Guys.” you say a little louder.

“I’m not saying that I’m-“ Dick retaliates.

“Guys!” you repeat.

“-You have to give it a fuckin’ shot!” Jason says looking at Dick.

“Woah! Hey!” you say, trying to stop the argument.

“Next time, try it!” Jason says aggressively.

“The aggression…” you muttered.

“Why don’t you give ‘em a shot?” Jason asks.

“Shut the fuck up! Please.” Dick says, growing agitated.

“I don’t even remember the last time you attempted to enjoy a good french toast.” Jason continues.

“Can you listen to what i’m gonna say?” Dick asked.

“No, cause I know what you’re gonna say.” Jason says as he crosses his arms over his chest.

“In this given moment, I have not had french toast enough, to put it above-“ Dick starts to speak.

“I don’t know why you care so much.” Jason says, cutting Dick off to look at you.

“Why do I care so much??! Did I say a fucking thing? Why do I care so much? You just went on a fucking three minute tangent about how much YOU care! I was actually trying to interrupt you guys to say… this is a fucking hypothetical question! Tomorrow we’ll wake up there’ll still be waffles, there’ll still be pancakes, there’ll still be French toast!” you shout.

Jason and Dick shared a look before looking back at you.

“And I care too much?? I couldn’t give a fuck less!! Dick can wake up and eat all three tomorrow!! What are you saying I CARE too much! I’m literally waiting for you to stop!” you say as you ran your fingers through your hair.