OUR asshole
Cassandra and Damian. Jason has a sister and another brother. Cassandra is great. Quiet, but smart and funny. Damian is...prickly.
Cassandra—Cass—throws herself at him the second she's through the door and wraps herself around his neck, planting a long kiss to his cheek. A dampness brushes his face where he feels her eyelashes tickle.
Damian halts when he sees Jason and...glowers in a very familiar expression.
Jason's first response is to peer down at the kid with a raised eyebrow.
"Squirt," he greets.
"Todd. It seems even the grim reaper finds you obnoxious. Tt."
Jason barks out a laugh at that. "I'm gonna like you."
Damian grumbles and brushes past him to disappear into the bowels of the Manor.
Tim comes up beside him, bumping shoulders. "That was downright civil. Damian was pretty broken up when...it happened, though he'd never admit it. He's glad to see you again."
"That was glad?"
"For Damian? He may as well have been jumping for joy."
"Huh. Everyone seems to like me. Aren't I kind of a jerk, though? I feel like I'm probably an asshole."
"Ehhh...well, yeah, but you're our asshole. Just like Damian's our little psycho assassin."
"Assassin?"
"Oh boy. We really need to explain some things."