Re: Capital: Misha/Damian/Jason
Jason laughed when Misha corrected him. "I shoulda known," he said, amiably enough, and he sipped his beer. It was bitter and kind of harsh, but he didn't really drink a lot, and beer seemed simple enough for him to handle. "Oh we're a serious mess. Good luck getting the family tree. You've never met more sorry assholes in your life." Watching Misha trace little curlicues on Damian's palm was so cute he could throw up, and his smile had a self-satisfied cast to it. Pleased, really. This, whatever this was, he was pretty damn sure it was good for Damian, whatever way you sliced it.
He sighed. "Yeah, that's Dick," he said, without elaborating. Then Damian ran his way through the family tree, looking all the while like he'd rather be anywhere else, like he'd drop through the floor with Misha in tow if it was an option. He nursed his beer and let him chop his way through their family members. "Look at you two, little spoon and big spoon," he said. He wasn't sure why, it just felt like the right thing to say. "This is too fucking adorable for me." It didn't make him uncomfortable in a way that made him crawl out of his skin, just in a way where seeing your brother make out with anyone made you uncomfortable. The good parts of it outweighed the skeeved parts, anyway.
"You're the first person to call Bruce sweet in recorded history," Jason said. He tipped his head and turned his eyes up, acknowledging something to himself. "But he does love adopting boys, so we know he hasn't changed too much in his old age." He took a swallow from the beer and pointed the mouth of the bottle at Damian. "Hey now, that criminal's my new boss. I'm lifting heavy stuff at the arcade during the days sometimes. Keeps me busy," he added, to Misha. "Don't confuse him. Dick remembers us, he just had a chunk there where he didn't. Yeah and Dia...I dunno, I was positive those two were a thing, but apparently not." He clucked. "Too bad for Bruce."