monopoly at wayne manor (based on that one theodd1sout monopoly video but make it batfam version)
The brisk January afternoon sun was shining brightly upon Wayne manor when—
“I hate you!” Tim Drake’s voice boomed against the walls of the drawing room, words directed to none other than Jason Todd himself.
Jason, red in the face and exasperated, threw his hands up. “Oh? Well, next time, don't steal my monopoly!”
You, posed casually with a pillow on your lap, popped a chip in your mouth and calmly turned to Tim. “Tim, give Jason your 200 dollars. You landed on his property.”
“No!” Tim turned to you incredulously, outraged, pointing a finger at the man across the table. “He’s in jail! I’m not gonna give money to a criminal!”
“That's not how you PLAY!” Dick cut in with a shrill shriek.
Damian eyed Grayson with judgement and partial concern. “Larkin, why is Grayson screaming?”
You whirled to the boy with eyes narrowed. “Shut the fuck up, Damian,” you seethed, still cross at his previous actions. “You don't get to talk after stealing my last railroad.”
“I wish I was never born!” screeched Jason miserably, plopping his face on the table.
“Me, too!” Drake screamed just as loudly, “You think I wanted this?”
“Ahhhhhhh!” We all know who this is.
In the library, Alfred and Bruce barely moved a muscle at the chaos in the other room. the former continued to stir his tea, while the latter still had his eyes on the book in his hand.
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