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Jason was trying not to cause trouble.
Everything was good. Everyone was getting along. He and Bruce bad been on speaking terms for months, and he hadn't shot anybody in more than a year.
But if Cassandra didn't stop clicking that pen, all bets were off.
She had to be moving closer to him. The clicking was getting louder, but he refused to give Cass the satisfaction of looking up from his phone and acknowledging her.
Suddenly, the clicking was happening right next to his ear. Jason swore and dropped his phone. "Get that thing out of my face," he said, with as much malice as he could muster.
Cass smirked. "Ooh, I'm so scared," she said, mockingly. She held out her hands. "Come on."
Jason glared. "No."
"Yes."
"No."
Cass grabbed his hand. "You need to."
"Why?"
"Important."
Jason relented, and Cass dragged him along until they came to her bathroom. She took a fold-up stool out of the closet, and opened it with a flourish. "Sit."
Jason sat, and Cass wrapped a towel around his shoulders. "Can you tell me what's happening or not?"
"You need a haircut." She unzipped a leather case a produced a pair of scissors. "Free for little brothers."
"I'm bigger than you."
"Younger brothers."
"Fine."
Cass grinned. "Little baby brothers."
"You're literally a month older than me," Jason grumbled. "Are you sure you know what you're doing?"
She nodded. "Yes. And you don't have a choice."
Jason believed her. She started to comb through his hair, and then stepped back with a frown. "Turn." Being instructed to face away from the mirror did not boost his confidence in his sister's abilities. He turned anyway. He could hear her rummaging around in a cabinet, and then she appeared in front of him and sprayed something in his face. Jason sputtered, swearing. Cass flicked him in the ear. "Language."
"What was that!?"
"Water. Stop being a baby." She dampened his hair with the spray bottle, not knowing — or not caring — about the water dripping into Jason's eyes and ears.
Cass stuck her finger in his ear, and Jason jerked away. "Ow! What are you doing?"
"That's how you get both sides even," she said, yanking him back by his shirt collar. "You'll thank me later."
Jason wasn't convinced, but he sat longsufferingly while she poked at him. She combed, and snipped, and sprayed, and said "Whoops!" a few too many times for comfort.
It looked....
Bad. It looked really, really bad.
"What did you do?!" Jason exclaimed.
Cass rolled her eyes. "You didn't even pay for it." She threw the case and scissors in a pile on the counter, not even bothering to sweep the floor before skipping away.
"Yeah, no kidding I didn't pay for it," Jason called after her, "if I had, I'd sue!"
Just after Cass had gone, Tim stuck his head in the door. He had a green beanie pulled down low, and a bandaid on his earlobe. "What happened to you?" Jason asked.
Tim chuckled. "Same thing that happened to you."
"I meant the band-aid."
"Oh, that. She stabbed me, and then said there was an extra charge for no stabbings."
Jason scoffed. "Thanks for the warning. It's nice to know who your friends are."
"Stop being a drama queen, and don't say anything to anyone. It'll all be worth it when she gets to Dick." Tim grinned. "Want to borrow a hat?"
Jason looked back at the mirror and sighed. "Yeah."