Jealous Bird

Chapter 1: Red vs. Robin part 1

Summary: A collection of oneshots all revolving around Damian's possessiveness over Dick. Each chapter will be Damian verses another member of the Bat family. Dick remains oblivious, of course. Rated for Damian and Jason's mouths. Slightly AU since I prefer Dick and Damian together as the dynamic duo. And Bruce is back, doing his thing in Batman Inc.

AN: Hi again, everyone! Since I had such a wonderful turnout on my last story, here's a fun little story that I'll be working on in between my next big project. (Will post that one up soon. It's a YJ/TT crossover btw) Not sure how quickly I'll be able to update this one, since school just started last week :/ but I'll update as fast as I can!

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot Wish I owned more…mostly since I'm angry at DC for making Dick's life miserable.

The youngest member of the Wayne family storms through the halls, looking for his target. This person: the eldest of Bruce Wayne's son's. Dick Grayson. The temperamental teen hears the familiar, mirthful, laugh reverberating through the large hallways. The source of said laugh was in the kitchen, no doubt attempting to cook something while their loyal butler supervised to make sure he didn't destroy anything. The thirteen-year-old bursts into the kitchen, scowling at his older brother, who was flailing like a fool as Alfred tried to put out the apron the acrobat had set on fire. "Tt. You'll never learn, Grayson." Said person pouts, glancing into the doorway at the dubbed 'Little Demon'.

"Hey, it wasn't even my fault! I just looked away for a second!"

"And proceeded to catch yourself on fire, Master Dick." Alfred states, taking Dick's charred, discarded, apron off of the pristine floor. Damian rolls his eyes, crossing his arms.

"If you're quite done here; come spar with me." The acrobat sighs, looking over at the mess mournfully.

"Sorry…I can't Dami. Timmy's coming over for dinner. I was trying to cook for us, but I failed miserably." The young bird's eyes narrow dangerously.

"Clearly. When is Drake supposed to come over?" Dick shrugs nonchalantly, walking over to the phone.

"In about an hour. I guess I'll just order pizza then." He sighs again, starting to dial the number of his favorite pizzeria as Damian quietly sneaks off, plotting his revenge on the other bird.

Dick frowns, looking over at the clock. Tim should have been at the manor fifteen minutes ago, and he wasn't one to be late. The phone in his pocket rings, causing him to jump, quickly pulling it out. "Hello? Tim? Where the hell are you?" The voice on the other line sighs exhaustedly.

"My apartment burnt down."

"….What? How did that happen?"

"I have no idea. I came back from patrol, and the whole place was ablaze! The cops said that I left the stove on. The strange thing is, I know I didn't." Dick frowns, rubbing his temples thoughtfully.

"You think someone figured out your secret ID?"

"Not likely…ugh. Now I have to look for a new place…"

"Nonsense! Why don't you come stay with us? There's plenty of room, and you're always welcome here!"

"I don't know, Dick…Damian hates me…and Bruce-"

"I expect you here in two hours tops. We'll go shopping tomorrow to restock all of the things you lost today. And hurry up. The pizza's getting cold." Dick hangs up, grinning to himself as he spins towards the butler, who was standing close by.

"I take it Master Tim is going to be returning home?"

"Yup!"

"I'll get his room ready then." Alfred walks off as Dick beams, happy to have his younger brother back in the manor. It got lonely with just him, Alfred and Damian since Bruce was always off in different countries getting Batman Inc set up.

"I'm going to need more food." He smirks mischievously. "And alcohol. Yes. Lots of alcohol. " The first Robin flips his phone out again. "Hey, Kon. It's me. I need a favor."

Damian seethes in the corner, eavesdropping in the shadows. Damn Grayson and his overbearing hospitality. He would have to come up with another plan to get Drake out of the way. Tonight was going to be a very eventful night.

Tim arrives with a small duffle bag in hand full of the few items that he could salvage. Dick flings the door open before Alfred could answer the doorbell. He envelops his younger brother in a warm hug, ruffling his hair playfully. "Welcome home, Timmy!"

"It's just until I can back on my feet."

"You can stay for as long as you like."

"No, he can't." Damian states from behind the eldest bird. Dick rolls his eyes.

"He's just grumpy. Come on, Timmy. I bet you're starving." He wraps his arm around the hacker's shoulders, leading him into the kitchen as the disgruntled bird trailed behind. Tim's eyes widen at the sheer amount of food that littered the kitchen. Pizza, cake, Chinese take-out, cookies, chips, and beer was scattered along the countertops, much to Alfred's dismay. "Welcome home!"

"Dick…you didn't have to do all of this…"

"Actually, he did. Unless you forgot who you're dealing with." Conner states as he walks into the room. Tim stares at him in shock, blushing lightly.

"He roped you into this too?"

"Yes…it is Dick after all. He always gets what he wants one way or another." Dick pouts, crossing his arms.

"You make me sound like a manipulative bastard!"

"No. That would be the Little Demon." Tim states, smirking at Damian, who's glare darkens.

"It's time to celebrate, not to fight! Come on! Let's eat! And I have lots of games for us to play~! Grab a plate and let's head to the living room!" Tim glances to Alfred in apology, seeing the elderly butler visibly cringe at the thought of a pizza sauce stain on the priceless carpet.

Conner stares at the game board in horror. Damian had chosen Risk for them to play from the mountain of games Dick had put together. It had been three hours and it was a war zone. Dick surrendered two hours ago, having decided to drink instead as Tim and the youngest bird decided to duke it out. There was shouting, game pieces being thrown, and ultimately wound up an all out brawl. Damian had lunged at Tim for taking over his last stronghold in Africa. Dick had tried to stop them, but drunkenly tripped over the board and wound up with his face planted in Damian's lap. The ex-assassin had turned crimson, before roughly shoving his older brother off. He then proceeded to disappear into the shadows of the room lit by the fire they had started in the fireplace earlier. The clone sighs heavily, running a hand over his face, hearing Damian grumbling something under his breath about getting revenge on Tim later. "All this over a board game…" Conner states quietly, seeing his best friend trying to haul his drunk brother up off the floor.

"On the contrary…they were fighting over Master Dick's attention." The Kryptonian clone raises an eyebrow, looking up at the butler, who was glancing at his charges fondly.

"How do you figure that? They were arguing over countries…"

"Ah, but you didn't notice the fact that Master Dick showed more attention to the one who was currently winning…" Conner snorts, looking back at Tim, who had finally gotten Dick off the floor and was now trying to lug him off to his room. Dick pouts, resting his head on his younger brother's shoulder.

"Why don't Bruce wuv me? Dami hates me. Jason hates me. Kori hates me. Barbara hates me….You've always been tha favorite." He slurs sadly. "No one wuvs me."

"Don't say that, Dick…everyone loves you! You're a great older brother…" Dick stumbles away from him and turns to face him, looking him in the eyes seriously.

"Do you love me?" Tim blushes, trying to avoid eye contact.

"Y-Yes?" Dick beams, nearly pouncing on his younger brother, pulling him into a bone-crushing hug.

"I love you too! No one ever accepts meh love!" Tim looks away uncomfortably, and stumbles, trying to gravitate towards the stairs. Conner smirks, seeing Tim throw him a pleading glance as he tries to pry the drunken bird off of him.

"He gets really affectionate when he's drunk." The butler nods in agreement.

"Now, I believe I have a mess to clean up. I suggest locking Master Dick in his room for the evening." The clone nods in acknowledgment, walking towards his best friend. He takes hold of the twenty-five-year-old, and hauls him over his shoulder.

"Time for bed, Dick." The older bird frowns, squirming in the clone's hold.

"But things were just about to get fun~! You're such a party pooper, Supey!" Conner chuckles, carrying the acrobat up the stairs effortlessly as he continues to complain.

"Welcome home, Master Tim." Alfred sets a hand on the exhausted bird's shoulder before heading into the living room to clean up the mess. Tim nods absently, slowly walking up the stairs. Who knew what tomorrow would bring.

FN: Well, I said this was going to be a oneshot, but apparently not lol. I'm just having too much fun with this XD Next up, more fun with Dick, Tim, and Dami~! ^.^