Jason crept upon the dining room table cautiously, it wouldn't end well if he messed this up. A few weeks ago, Tim came to the manor with a bag of foreign coffee beans ranting and raving about how amazing the coffee he had made with them had tasted. Jason (who had stopped by to steal some donuts), of course didn't believe that anything could taste as good as Tim said. That was until he tried some of it. The minute his taste buds met the liquid in Tim's Batman coffee mug (curtesy of Bruce himself), Jason was obsessed with the bitter drink. He hadn't even liked coffee all that much before. But the one in that mug was a wonderful mix of beans and water with creamer in it, if he did say so himself. Too bad really, that Tim wouldn't let him have anymore. He claimed that it was hard to find and more expensive than any other coffee brand he had ever bought so he wanted to save it for himself on special occasions.

Now back to where he is now. Jason slowly reached out for the coffee mug sitting alone on the table. His hand had almost grasped it when out of nowhere a large butter knife imbedded itself in the table barely a centimeter from his hand. Jason blinked and turned around, only to see a tired looking, messy-haired Tim standing in the doorway wearing velociraptor footie pajamas. That would have been a comical sight had Tim's eyes not been glinting in a way that promised bloodshed.

"This isn't what it looks li- "Jason tried to say but got cut off by another knife, seriously where did the kid even get it from.

Seeing no other way out Jason grabbed the cup and vaulted himself out a conveniently open window. Tim let out a squeaky battle cry and followed him out. They both landed in a bush and the coffee almost spilled but Tim managed to catch it in time.

"This." Tim growled. "Is my last cup. Touch it again and you die."
"Hate to break it to you kid but I've been there done that, death just really isn't my style" Jason retorted, grabbing the cup and making off down the long driveway.

Tim made a noise painfully close to a squawking sound as he tried to catch Jason. Every time he got close enough Jason would just dodge him and start going a different direction. Tim huffed and puffed, trying desperately to catch his breath. No matter how fast he ran Jason was always faster. Tim had just about given up when Jason ran into a brick wall...or what felt like it.

The now cold coffee splashed out of his hands and all over Bruce who had just came home from a business meeting with his own coffee in is hand. Luckily the coffee in Bruce's hand managed to not spill all over everyone along with the other cup.

"What." Bruce began, "Are you two doing?"

"S-sorry Bruce! Jason stole my coffee and I was trying to get it back but he ran away and then he bumped into you and spill— "Tim was cut off by Bruce.

"I already know what happened after. The evidence is all over my new shirt."

"I don't know…" Jason dragged on. "I think it suits your old man look."

"Here let's match" Bruce said as he raised the coffee above Jason's head and poured it all over him.

"Next time you want to fight over coffee and accidentally pour it on someone make sure it's not me" Bruce told the two boys standing in shock at what he did before walking away.

"So, about that coffee" Jason started before Tim shook his head and just walked away.

"I'll order some more tomorrow but you're paying me back."

~~END~~