"If you want some, make it yourself."
Jason shot him an irritated look and turned to pick up the shattered glass on the floor, but Tim had already stepped forward and bent down to collect the pieces. He muttered, "What a pain," yet took them away to dispose of them without being asked.
Damian snorted and turned toward his room. As he passed Jason, he deliberately bumped into him and said under his breath, "Don't think I'll call you my brother just because you're staying here. There will only ever be one heir to Batman's mantle-me, Damian Wayne!"
Jason rolled his eyes, not bothering to argue with the brat and his adolescent delusions of grandeur.
Miaomiao, however, sidled up to Jason and secretly offered him a sparkling conch shell she had been clutching. "This is for you. Put it beside your pillow. It'll really help you sleep at night."
Jason looked at the beautifully lustrous shell, then glanced at Tim and Damian, who hadn't gone far from the doorway, and Miaomiao, whose face practically said, "Go on, take it." His throat bobbed. In the end, he didn't refuse. He took the shell and stuffed it into his pocket, his voice still gruff. "You're so noisy... Aren't you tired? Go back to bed, all of you. Keep this up and I'm leaving."
Dick immediately raised his hands in surrender, but secretly winked and made faces at Miaomiao.
Alfred and Bruce stood quietly a short distance away, watching this scene of "harmony and affection" without interrupting.
"It seems Wayne Manor is about to become lively again."
Alfred smiled. "Still, I hope everyone will pay some attention to the time, place, and manner in which they 'strengthen their bonds.' While the Wayne Family can certainly afford the expense, needless waste remains inadvisable. Wouldn't