When you know better than to incite your tiny brother’s wrath…

Jason: *chatting with Roy over the phone*

Damian: *painting a portait of Alfred*

Jason: *laughing out loud*

Damian: -Tt-

Jason: *accidentally kicks Damian’s stool while belly-laughing*

Damian: *nearly snapping his paintbrush in half*

Jason: *wheezing and wiping tears from his eyes*

Damian: Please. Stop. Making. Sounds. With your mouth, Todd.

Jason: *clears his throat, whispers something into the phone, then carefully walks out*