#I'm hoping to get the next chapter of jason and the three terrors out this weekend as well

[cdelphiki]

All thoughts of baby furniture left his mind when he heard a knock at his door, not ten minutes later. Jason’s eyes darted down to Matt, who was still peacefully asleep on the pillow on the floor next to him, where he’d chosen to sit. 

Carefully and quietly, Jason got to his feet and set the booklet down, then grabbed his gun off the end table next to his couch. 

Very, very soon he’d need to purchase some good gun safes to keep those in, so little hands couldn’t get ahold of them. 

Silently, Jason crossed the room and paused at his front door. He wasn’t expecting anyone to come over, and literally everyone was great at texting him first. 

Because he was jumpy, as everyone said. 

With one quick glance back at Matthew, who was still sound asleep, Jason leaned forward and looked through his peephole. 

Then sighed. 

Loudly. 

“Who told you,” Jason said, after he unlocked his door and swung it open. 

Bruce smiled his stupid dumb smile and said, “Hello Jason,” as he held a damn gift back out for Jason to take. 

“Yeah, hi. Who told you? Babs or Damian?” 

“Damian,” Bruce said, still holding the gift out. 

“I’m going to kill him,” Jason grumbled as he took the bag so Bruce would stop looking stupid. 

Because Bruce was an asshole, he pushed his way past Jason into the apartment as he said, “No you won’t.” 

“I’ll maim him,” Jason said, “I will. I told him not to tell you.”