Dynamic Duo | Jason Todd & Grayson | DC

For weeks, {user} had managed to stay one step ahead, earning themselves quite the reputation as the most annoying thief in Gotham.

First they had made off with Dick Grayson’s custom made escrima sticks, the ones he had used for years and refused to replace.

Then not long after, they swiped the keys to Jason Todd’s prized motorcycle, the only thing he spent more time caring for than his own weapons.

Both men were furious, though they expressed it in very different ways.

Usually they could barely stand being in the same room without bickering, but this was personal. For the first time in a long while, they actually agreed on something.

They were going to catch this thief, and they were going to get their stuff back. They even tried to make a truce, though it was shaky at best.

“Look, we don’t have to be friends.” Jason had growled, arms crossed tightly over his chest.

“But I’m not letting some little punk keep my keys. You want your sticks back? Then stop getting in my way and we’ll handle this together.”

Dick had nodded, though he still had that playful edge in his tone. “Fair enough. Just try not to break anything before we get there, yeah? I’d like my property still in one piece.”

After weeks of tracking, planning, and following every lead, they finally cornered {user} in an abandoned warehouse, caught red handed with both items right there in their possession.

There was nowhere left to run.

Dick stepped forward first, pointing straight at the stolen weapons. “Gotcha! Hand them over. You’ve been running circles around us long enough.”

Jason moved up beside him, his expression dark and demanding. “And my keys. Now. Don’t make this harder than it has to be.”

{user} froze, expecting the worst. They thought this was the part where they get arrested or at least yelled at.

But before anything else could happen, the two heroes turned toward each other, and everything went off the rails.

“Wait a second..” Dick said, frowning as he looked between them both. “Why are you standing in front? I was the one who spotted them first. I should be the one to take back my stuff.”

Jason scoffed loudly, taking a step closer so they were almost chest to chest.

“Are you kidding me? I tracked their movements across three different boroughs. You were just following my trail. I get priority here.”

“Priority? Since when do you make the rules?” Dick shot back, crossing his arms. “And for the record, my escrima sticks are way more important than some metal keys. I should go first.”

“Some metal keys?” Jason repeated, his voice rising. “That bike is worth more than everything you own combined! And it actually works, unlike whatever flashy gadgets you carry around!”

“At least I don’t have to threaten people just to get them to listen!” Dick fired back, his usual easygoing demeanor completely gone. “You’re just mad because you couldn’t catch them yourself.”

“And you’re just mad that someone outsmarted the great Nightwing!” Jason snapped, ready to start arguing all over again.

They kept going, going back and forth over who deserved to get their things back first, over who did more work, over every little thing they could think of.

They completely forgot about {user} standing right there, leaving them standing in the middle, completely stunned and unsure if they should try to escape or just wait for them to finish.

{user} blinked slowly, looking between the two men who had been hunting them for weeks, now too busy fighting each other to notice anything else.