Angry Birds

"JASON!"

Jason recognized that his name was called but blatantly ignored it, involved in repairing his motorcycle.

"JAYBIRD!"

He gripped the wrench in his hand stronger and jerked a bolt extra tight to let out his annoyance, mumbling, "Tim..."

"JAYJAY?! YOUR ASSISTANCE IS BEING REQUESTED!"

He looked up from his spot kneeling in front of one of the tires. He huffed as he threw his wrench aside into a toolbox and wiped the grease off with a handkerchief, "What do you want, baby bird?"

"DAMIAN'S SMOTHERING COLIN WITH HIS PELICAN!"

He wiped the back of his still oily hand on his forehead, "Again?"

"HURRY PLEA--- AAAGH DAMIAN, MY LEG IS NOT FOR TEETHING!"

Rubbing his temple with his fingers, he walked at his leisurely own pace down the hall, despite Tim's desperate cries echoing down the halls. He finally located where the shouting was coming from and creaked the door open with one hand to peek in.

All three of the young boys were engaged in a frenzied dog pile. Tim was on the bottom, looking out of breath and as if he was about to burst into frustrated tears as he shouted incoherently for the babies to stop their torture. Damian pinned Tim's chest down with his knees, thumping Tim's head with his oversized pelican plushie (a present from Dick, of course) and screeching at the top of his lungs. Sitting on Tim's stomach was Colin, hugging onto Damian in an attempt to pull them off of Tim. The poor ginger cried hysterically as the rewind from his Damian's swings of the pelican smacked either side of his little head.

"It was about time he enacted his hit list." was all Jason said as he sauntered over and took hold of the wriggling baby tormentor.
Damian squealed and squirmed in his grasp, trying to keep his hold on Tim's shirt. Jason easily plucked him off and in a last ditch effort to smack Tim, the rage filled baby chucked his sizable plushie at him. However, he missed, and it slammed Colin clear in the head and caused the innocent victim to be tumble off Tim and land with a thud onto the floor.

"Colin!" Tim immediately scrambled to his knees and coddled the stunned toddler. Colin welled up with shocked tears and his face contorted from hurt.

Jason hauled a still floundering Damian aside and clamped him in his arms to keep him away from Tim and Colin. A few tears streamed down Colin's cheeks as he gaped, wide eyed from trauma, at his best friend. Damian blinked in realization as the red head burst into tears, bawling up a storm.

Baby Dami was stunned after he had realized what he had done, but his feeling quickly redirected to Tim as Tim tried to get Colin to settle down. He started shouting at Tim in angry babbles, which only caused his best bro to start wailing and vibrating from fear even more.  

Tim looked up at Jason as Colin gripped onto him like only a desperate child can and Jason frowned as he had put a lot of effort into restraining the raging kid. Jason's eyebrows furrowed at Damian as he said to Tim, "I'll have a chat with the kid. You calm Colin down."

Tim nodded to him then encircled his arms around Colin in a sweet hug and whispered soothing words to him. Damian only got more infuriated and flailed his limbs about and raised his voice in protest. Jason fumed at him, "Quit it. Come on."

Damian kicked at Jason as he manhandled him out of the room and into the next room, which was consequently, Jason's bedroom. He shut the door with his foot and tore the violent kid away from him, some tuffs of his hair being ripped out by Damian's fists. He plopped Damian down on the bed and scowled as Damian tossed his hair back in his face. His eyes narrowed in intimidation and he leaned down to be face to face with the small boy in all seriousness, "I could easily snap your weak, puny arms."

Damian growled back at him and he gripped Jason's nose and pinched it harder than a kid his age should be able to. Jason merely furrowed his eyebrows and Damian blew a raspberry in his face. He had the urge to set the kid straight his usual way, but took a deep breath and straightened up. He wiped his spit ridden face with the back of his hand and Damian began to chuckle evilly.

He looked down at Damian questioningly, "What?" Damian rolled onto his back and didn't answer. Jason heaved a sigh and decided to take a peek on the mirror on his wall.

"AGH!" He shouted as he noticed his face was smeared with oil and Damian  broke out into cackles.

Jason turned to glare at Damian, "It's not funny. My dead sexy face is coated and I'll have to cleanse, exfoliate, and moisturize all over again..."

Damian raised an eyebrow at Jason and Jason narrowed his eyes back, "You will not speak of this."

Damian rolled his eyes and quickly found his attention drawn to the BatBear on Jason's bed next to him. He reached for it as Jason retrieved a towel and began to wipe his face off. Jason's eyes wandered as he did so, resting on his wall. He was about to shout at Damian when he saw the baby coddling the slightly lopsided doll. He softened a little and then his eyes opened wider as a brilliant idea dawned on him.  

"Hey, Damian." The dark haired child looked up at the call of his name. "Do you know the story of those stitches on BatBear's face?" Jason pointed to the odd stitches on the face of the bear, giving it a bit of a strange scowl.

Damian shook his head and looked up to him quizzically. Jason came over to sit next to him and said, "Well, do you want to know?" He shrugged and proceeded with squeezing the bear tight. "Alright then..." He sighed then began.

"There once was a little bird who had a bad temper..."

"Jadoooooon~!" Little three-year-old Timothy scurried around, calling for his playmate, "Jadooooon~!" He came upon Alfred walking by, balancing a silver tray in one hand and looking straight ahead. He tugged on Alfred's crisp, black pant leg and jumped up and down, "Ahfed! Ahfed!"

Alfred lifted the tray higher up and bent to look down at the begging boy's face, "Yes Master Timothy?"

"Where's Jadon?" He crinkled up Alfred's pant leg in his little fists, his pupils alit with innocent hopefulness.

Alfred sighed, knowing he'd have to iron his pants, and replied, "Master Jason is enjoying a brief respite in the den."

Tim blinked in confusion at the butler's big words at first, then he processed 'in the den'. He grinned wide and hugged onto Alfred's knee in thanks, "Dank you!" He giggled excitedly and skidded down the hall to the den as Alfred patted his pant leg smooth again.

Little Timmy mustered up all the strength he had to push open the heavy doors to the den then skipped over to the couch. A younger Jason was scowling at the magic box aptly named the television, displaying a hatred for life in general as he crossed his arms and huffed loudly.

Tim flounced over, fluffing up his apron and grinning brightly, "Didder is wehdy!"

"Not hungry." Jason gave Tim the cold shoulder, turning away from him as far as he could while still facing the TV.

"Buuuud I maide speshial!" Tim failed his arms around in front of the screen.

"My bread and bacon was 'SPECIAL' too but you refused those..." Jason grumbled, batting Tim aside with his hand carelessly.

Tim noticed there was something wrong with Jason's hand and snatched it up in both of his, "Jadon?"

Jason raised his voice in irritation and glared down at Tim, "What?!"

"Where's your ring?" He murmured pitifully and looked up at Jason with hurt in his eyes.

"YOU didn't want me to be your loving husband and 'DIVORCED' me." Jason snapped his hand away from Tim, "So I threw the stupid thing in the trash can."

Tim cried out as he sustained a wound from Jason's biting words, "MEANIE!" He slipped his own plastic ring off and threw it at Jason's head, "I was JOKIN!"

"And I am too... NOT." Jason made a face as the toy ring collided with the side of his head and he snatched it up to chuck back at Tim, "You're the unappreciative IDIOT!"

Tim threw off his apron and stomped on it, "I HATE YOU!"

"I HATE YOU TOO!" Jason threw a couch pillow at Tim as he slammed the door, "AND DON'T YOU COME CRYING BACK TO ME LIKE THE STUPID GIRL YOU ARE BECAUSE I WON'T SHARE MY BREAD WITH YOU ANYMORE!"

He wailed angrily, looking every which way for things he could break. He opted for picking up his only friend at the moment, his dear little BatBear from Dick. He roared at it as he ripped the sewn on mask off; something that Dick had sewn on meticulously and lovingly; tearing the bear's fabric smiling face. He pitched the mask spitefully over his shoulder and began plucking the cotton of its head.

"Jason?"

He continued to storm about artificial snow to fall as he shouted, "WHAT?"

He heard gradual footsteps coming to him and he looked up, snarling.

A mask-less Dick's eyes widened in devastation as he saw the tattered up head of the bear he had so carefully crafted for his little bro.

Jason felt a great surge of regret wash over him as he saw Dick look from the tiny mask in his hand, to the destroyed bear, to Jason with fluff in his hands with unspeakable horror.

"Dick!" He finally said, putting the bear down, "I'm sorry!"

Dick turned away from him and hurried out of the room, unable to answer. Jason chased after him as he ran down the hall to keep away, "DICK! I'M SORRY!" Dick slammed the door to his bedroom shut and Jason pounded his fists against it, "DIIIIICK!" He tried to hear inside but couldn't and yelled one last "I DIDN'T MEAN IT, I'M SORRY!" before running away to his room and shutting his own door.

He smothered his face into his pillow and screamed into it until he couldn't anymore then ripped the pillow open and scattered the feathers about.  He jumped up and down on his bed until he completely wore himself out and collapsed on his bed from exhaustion.

The next thing he knew he was blinking awake to some knocking on his door. Some time had apparently passed since the sun was going down and he kept his back to the door shamefully as he heard it creak open.

He felt the bed shift as someone sat down at the edge of the bed. He peeked to see Dick sitting there with his back to him. He frowned and remained quiet, feeling too guilty to speak.

"Jason... have you heard the story about the boy with his bucket of nails?" Dick said, turning his head towards Jason. Jason shook his head but didn't look back at him still.

Dick nodded and looked straight ahead again, "Well it goes something like this... There once was a little boy who had a bad temper. His father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, he must hammer a nail into the back of the fence."

Jason snuggled his arms into his chest and puffed up his cheeks as he listened, "The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. Over the next few weeks, as he learned to control his anger, the number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down. He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence."

Jason sat up straight and stared at Dick's back, "Finally the day came when the boy didn't lose his temper at all. He told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper. The days passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone."

Dick looked back at Jason for a second to make sure he was paying attention then went back to staring at his lap, "The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence. He said, "You have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one. You can put a knife in a man and draw it out. It won't matter how many times you say I'm sorry, the wound is still there.""

Jason blinked as he began to realize the moral of the story as Dick finished, "The little boy then understood how powerful his words were. He looked up at his father and said "I hope you can forgive me father for the holes I put in you.""

Dick stared right at Jason, revealing he had little tracks of tears as he finished the story with emphasis.

""Of course I can," said the father."

Dick turned all the way towards Jason, revealing that he was holding BatBear in his hands. Jason scampered across the bed to him and took the bear lovingly into his hands like it was his first born baby. He ran his fingertips along the rough, new stitches on BatBear's face. He looked up at Dick, who smiled slightly, then he sighed as he noticed that the the stitches caused BatBear's once lovely smile to be slightly crooked.

The red haired little boy hugged BatBear to his chest and murmured, "I'm sorry BatBear."

Dick ruffled Jason's hair and smiled a little, "I think he forgives you."

Jason plowed into Dick's chest to hug him and Dick had his breath stolen from him as Jason squeezed him tight. "I'm sorry." Jason said, looking away embarrassedly.

Dick wrapped up Jason in a tight hug and said, "I forgive you Jayjay." He ruffled his little bro's hair, "Just remember to hold in your temper because you tend to hurt people and regret it... and it's sad and we don't like it when you're sad."

Jason nodded into Dick's shoulder and Dick lifted him away to look him in the eye as he said, "There's just one other person you hurt..."
Jason looked confused until Dick pointed to BatBear's little arm. Then he blinked in realization and Dick nodded to him.

Jaybird practically flew down the hall to Tim's room. He could hear light sobbing from the other side of the door and his features fell into a deeper crestfallen look as he tapped the door. He meekly cracked it and said in a small voice, "Baby bird..?"

"Go away!" He heard Tim shout back at him and he flinched. He wouldn't give up though and took a deep breath and puffed his chest out. He slid into the room and shut the door behind him, noticing Tim kneeling before their little play kitchen. Tim didn't look back at him as he pretended to wash toy dishes in the plastic sink.

"Your husband's home... and he's really really sorry..." Jason said as he walked over to Tim.

Tim muttered begrudgingly, "Not my husbund... divhorse..."

"Well... I hope that you'll accept me as your husband again then." Jason got down on one knee like he saw on the magic box stories.

Tim turned around to see Jason holding up his ring to him.

Jason hid his eyes behind his bangs but was unable to conceal the red shade of his cheeks as he mumbled, "Will you be my wife again?"

Tim gasped in surprise and Jason said quickly, "BesidesI'mthemanliestmaninthehouseandIlikeonlyyouasmywifeespeciallywiththeaprononandIpromisetogetyoualotoficecream."

Tim tackled Jason and caused him to be temporarily deaf from his high pitched, "YES!"

The larger of the two gasped for breath as the smaller strangled the him in an ecstatic bear hug. "Sorry-- sorry-- death to us part I get it!" Jayjay had to use all his strength to pry Tim off him.

Tim slipped the ring on and noticed that Jason had his own on his finger too. "I whul get tha bread on tha towble!"

Jason smiled as he stood up straight, "I'll go get BatBear and we can have dinner as a happy family again."

"And that, little angry bird, is how I became the boy with a bucket of nails and a BatBear with stitches."

Damian had cuddle BatBear closer from sympathy and Jason had put his arm around the baby. The red head patted the little boy's shoulder and said, "And I don't think I'm the only angry bird that had apologies to voice."

Damian sighed and nodded shamefully. Jason picked him up and said, "Come on, let's go say sorry." Damian frowned a little bit puffed up his chest like a manly man to say he was ready for Colin.

"Baby bird?" Jason opened up the door to Tim's room and smiled at the sight of Tim in an apron and Colin sitting in a little plastic chair.
Tim smiled up at him then went back to work hunched over with plastic vegetables and fruits.

Colin pouted down at the empty toy plate before him and Jason set Damian down on his feet. Damian ran as fast as his little feet could take him and tackled Colin in a ways of apology. Colin was awe struck and paused at first only to have a happy tear roll down his cheek and he bear hugged Damian back.

Jason smirked as Tim looked over at him, "The boy with the bucket of nails speech?" Jason snorted and rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I knew it..." Tim chuckled and said, "Six years of marriage and we're still doing pretty well since then."

"What can I say, I'm a dead sexy husband and you're a loving wife that looks hot in a frilly apron." Jason shrugged and grinned smugly as Tim looked away to hide his blush.

Meanwhile, in another room in the manor, a squeal echoed as two older men were watching the scene on a computer screen via hidden camera.

"Awww, they're such a happy family... see, that story always works, Bruce!" Dick nudged Bruce's shoulder with his elbow, "Just like how I managed to get you into a Mommy apron way back when we played house with a bat of my eyes~"

Bruce fumed and put on a demonic grin, "You should be careful, Dick, because they aren't the only angry birds in this house..."