The babysitter

Eight

After losing to Damian we all decide to go to the game room to watch a movie. I wanted to watch finding Dory but Damian said, "I don't want to watch a baby's show."

"It's a good movie!" I complain, "The plot." I do a chef's kiss.

"You just want it because it has fish in it." Dick rolled his eyes.

"And what's wrong with that?" I ask. Crossing my arms and staring at him. Dick laughed and shook his head.

"How did you know that?" Tim asked.

"I asked her what makes her smile and she said fish." The oldest answered with a shrug.

"How come we don't know anything about you?" Tim asked.

"Because I do not care enough." Damian passed over Finding Dory on the selection which caused me to groan and fall back onto the couch. Damian decided on lion documentary.

"Have you guys asked anything?" I asked back.

"Where do you grow up?" Tim wondered.

"Manhattan."

"Why did you come here?" Dick wondered.

"Um." I haven't really told anyone this. Why I moved to the most crime ridden place on Earth. Nico knew, but I didn't have to tell him, he just knew, "There's nothing for me there anymore."

"What about your parents?" Tim asked quietly.

Dick cleared his throat, "Have you played the new Mario game?"

I laughed at Dick's poor way of changing the subject, "It's fine. My family isn't there anymore, they're all in Long Island. But if the good family is there, so are the others."

"I think you are part of the other side of the family." Damian watches intently as a lion tears a gazelle apart.

I smile even though it sounds like an insult, I know that's his way of telling me he's listening. Reminds me of my cousins. Then I joke, "How did you know?"

Damian rolled his eyes and stopped paying attention to us. Tim laughed and pushed Damian jokingly.  Damian growled and pounced on Tim trying to choke him. I immediately spring up and pull Damian back. Wrapping one arm around his waist, strapping his arms to his side, the other arm wrapping around his legs so he couldn't kick me. I pulled his chest to mine since it was easiest way of holding him. "Damian!"

"Put me down, Jackson!" He screamed, "He needs to pay!"

"No." I said sternly, "He needs an apology. From you."

"He should apologize for insulting me!" Damian struggled to get out my grip, but no avail.

"He should," I give Tim a pointed look, "But you shouldn't just choke him because he's missing around."

"Well, he should apologies first." Damian huffed.

"Nope. Killing is a bigger offense than joking around." I shrugged and sat down, keeping him with me.

"I apologize, Drake." Damian growled.

"That sounds sincere." I roll my eyes, "Tim, do you accept his apology?"

" Sure." Tim shrugged, just now getting his breathing back to normal.

"Good," I smiled. Dick was looking on like it was the craziest thing he ever saw. "Tim, now you apologize."

"I'm sorry, Damian." Tim said.

I looked between the boys. Damian looked pissed in the cocoon I have him in. He had given up trying to get out and was just sitting there. Tim was still rubbing his red neck, looking at Damian nervously. Dick found this amusing and surprising so he just back and watched this play out.