It was a night at the bat-cave, Dick was getting stitches after his long patrol, Alfred was worried he might want anesthetics, Dick sighed, speaking up,

“I took the cut. I can handle the stitches.”

Damian rolled his eyes, his arrogance showing, he spoke up,

“Maybe you need more anesthetics.”

Dick got irritated looking at Damian,

“And maybe you need to go f-“

Alfred quickly interrupted him, “Master Dick!”

“Maybe you should remember who the blood son is.” Damian said scoffing,

“Blood thirsty is more like it.” Dick glared while getting stitched up from Alfred. You were in the corner just watching this roast battle, gasping,