CHALLENGE ACCEPTED 19 with jason & damian?
“You’re gonna make it, just stay awake.”
Damian gave a quiet huff. “Of course I’m going to make it. I’m no weakling. Not like Richard.”
Their older brother had given up and admitted defeat hours ago, falling asleep on the floor in front of the television, one hand thrown over his eyes. Jason had abandoned the couch to sit at the foot of it and had his feet propped up on Richard’s stomach. Damian suspected that the second the challenge was done he’d kick their older brother awake to lord their victory over him.
“Boys, have you seen—” Father stood in the doorway, staring at the television with a puzzled frown. “Weren’t you watching this yesterday? Have either of you slept yet?”
“No,” Jason replied, pausing the movie because even a moment’s interruption would ruin everything. “That was a different movie.”
Father looked extremely skeptical.
“We’re watching a series,” Damian said, taking pity on him because Jason certainly wouldn’t.
Father blinked, glancing from the two of them to the television. “The Lord of the Rings?”
Jason laughed. “The extended editions. Plus the Hobbit. Each movie twice, once with commentary and once without.”
“Why?” Father asked, with a hesitance that came from suspecting one wrong word might make Jason blow up at him. Damian understood; this was the longest Jason had maintained a good mood in Father’s presence in recent memory.
“Because honor,” Jason replied, and then turned away and waved a dismissive hand at Father. “You’re too old to understand. Now leave us in peace, this is the last one and then I can finally leave this place and crash.”
“Crash here,” Father said. “You have a room and it’s dangerous to drive on no sleep.”
“Does your hypocrisy know no bounds?” Jason asked, but his voice was still remarkably cheerful. Damian suspected the combination of sleep deprivation and hideous boredom was getting to him.
Father grunted and shook his head, leaving the room. Damian was not surprised when he returned a few seconds later. “Boys? Why is Tim duck-taped to the ceiling?”
Damian looked up at where Drake was, indeed, taped to the ceiling, fast asleep. “He lost his honor, Father.”
“He’s fine,” Jason said, slumping down and scowling at Father. “He’s even got a pillow. What more do you want?”
“We’ll let him down if he asks, Father,” Damian said. “But as you can see, he’s quite comfortable there.”
Father opened his mouth, thought for a few moments, and closed it again. Apparently Drake wishing to be taped to the ceiling to sleep comfortably was not outside the realm of possibility. “Well, I’m glad you’re all…getting along. Where’s Duke? Shoved in the chimney?”
“No, he went to bed like a normal person because he has school,” Jason muttered. “You’d think you’d have more than a passing notion of what the kids you take in were doing with their lives, wouldn’t you?”
Father sighed. “Jason, it’s Sunday.”
“It is?” Jason scowled. “He lied to us. Damian, make a note. He’s next on the list.”
Father coughed into his hand, before shoving away from the doorway and turning to leave again. “Enjoy your movie, boys.”
“When we shove him in the chimney,” Damian said to Jason, once Father was gone, “we can tell him it was Father’s idea.”