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Todd was dead. Not like the several times Damian had threatened him with death or his encounter with the joker. Not even that panini machine accident of 2014. He was seriously dead. No Lazarus pit was bringing him back this time.
“Aweee its wittle bby birds fwirst day of actuwal work,” Jason “owo-ed” at him behind the several flashes of his Nokia 3310.
Really Todd a Nokia, Damian was 100% sure that thing cant actually take pictures. Stop a bullet; sure, take pictures; definitely not.
How was he in this situation? You mean dressed in a hideous red apron and a black shirt embroidered with a small bullseye on the front. Redhood colors, gross.
Well, it seems father had his limitations when it came to using the family credit card for buying more animal sanctuaries and rare katanas for his collection. Damian was officially cut off.
Bruce had declared he needed to understand how his peers lived in the city, real hypocritical Mr. I don’t know half of the rooms in the Manson. That included buying his own groceries, cleaning, and cooking for himself. Once he had actually appreciated where the money he was spending came from was he allowed to use the family card again. At least he was allowed to keep his apartment near the Gotham University and his car.
Now to his main problem. Finding a job. You might think a billionaires son finding a job would be extremely easy! NOPE!! Nobody wants to deal with a spoiled brat that would call for his daddy when he didn’t get his way. Especially when Damian’s “Daddy” was THE Bruce Wayne. He also didn’t actually have any prior customer service work or even a resume. Which lead him to his only choice: Todd.
“You are going to LOVE working at the coolest place in the city” oh right Jason was still talking. “I’ve built this place with my sweat, blood, and tears! Chuckie Cheese can go suck my-!!!!”.
This “place” Todd was referring to was his arcade, Shoot Me With Your Best Shot. After his peachy time in the pits, his best outlet for the uncontrollable violence was shooter games. As there was no place for him expect the manor (yes one of the rooms Bruce does not know about) he decided to open his own Gotham arcade. With his Crime boss money, of course, freakin show off.
“Wait Demon where is your hat? You know the one that says “Bullets are Gr-r-reat” hehe bullets...I’m pretty sure I might have stolen that from Tony the Tiger. He blocked me on twitter so I’m not sure. STILL, it’s part of your Lil outfit, where is it?”
“Tch I am not wearing that abomination. I have some self-respect left. Check the garburator.” Damian did not show mercy. When he went to the Manson to pick up his uniform he made the perfect set up for Alfred to go “Attack Mode” on Jason when he found the remnants of his arcade merchandise in his precious garburator.
“No….oh no no no not the garburator” Damian didn’t bother listening to the rest of his brothers cries as he ran out of the apartment to the motorcycle that waited on the curb. Damian had better things to do then imagine the punishment Alfred will bestow upon Todd, he had his first shift to get to.