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Cat Danny this, fish Danny that. Give me my fucked up little trash panda thank you very much.
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It was just there, lying on the floor, staring at him.
Damian's newest pet installment came in the form of a raccoon, except the damn thing was unlike any raccoon Jason has ever seen. It was mostly white with the most expressive eyes no raccoon should have.
Jason didn't like it. The little fuck always looked like it was judging him whenever he came by the manor and he could've swore that it gave him the middle finger at one point. If it didn't count as animal cruelty he would've chucked the thing out the nearest window right now and relish in its surprised scream. He wouldn't really do that of course but the thought was tempting.
"Todd stop pestering him," Damian walked in, picking up the lazy ringed bastard from off the floor as if that thing wasn't heavy from all the food it was eating.
"I didn't even do nothing."
As Damian turned his back and began walking away with the raccoon it looked him straight in the eyes and gave him two of its best middle fingers.
Yup! Jason hated that thing.