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Yes I went on WikiHow for how to shoot a gun - I've not shot one since I was like 12 

Also i keep thinking of the green day song 21 guns whilst writing this and then i remember the phineas cover someone did so enjoy that

"Y'know Goldie, when you called me up and asked for me to teach you gun skills, I thought this was going to be an intervention," Jason stated, taking off his bike helmet. When he rode into the Batcave, he expected more than just Dick and Tim. It was actually a nice surprise to just see the pair. "Guess I'll have to save this knock out gas for another time." He left the helmet on the seat and walked over to them. "Doesn't Batsy teach you these things?"

"He teaches us how to disarm and disassemble but sometimes we need to shoot. Non-lethally of course," Dick explained. 

"And Replacement is here because?"

"He needs to learn too," the acrobat answered. "B is off-world for today and Alfie is out so you can teach us without backhanded comments." Jason hummed to himself and threw each of them a gun, catching them off guard but not enough for them to miss it. They immediately checked for the safety and luckily it had been on. "C'mon, I'm not that irresponsible." They gave him a sceptical look which prompted him to think too. He then nodded to himself. Yeah, he would be that irresponsible. It would've been funny though. "So you only know how to disarm and disassemble? You can't fire these?" he clarified.

"It wasn't necessary," Tim replied. The older cocked his head at that.

"What's with the change of heart?"

"Gotham changed. Bludhaven has always been different. Sometimes, you need a little firepower to escape a bad situation," Dick told him. 

"Sounds fake but okay. Where we practicing?"

"Target room. I brought my targets from home so B doesn't find bullet holes in his. I'm not in the mood to get my ass beat because we got caught out over something so small."

"He wouldn't beat your ass," Tim stated. 

"Probably not beat me but he would slap me. Done it before. Anyhow, let's start."

They went to the target room that was usually used for practice with baterangs. There were some dints in the floor from where the sharp bat-shaped metal missed its target, some that had been there before Dick was Robin. There was no real point in fixing it since there'd just be more later on and it was fun to see the number of dents you made every time you practised become less and less. The targets were already up ready for them and Jason was surprised to find they looked pretty good quality. Last he heard, his fellow ex-Robin had terrible pay from whatever shitty job he was working. Usually, he jumped around jobs hoping for better pay or treatment but alas none of that happened. He kinda thought the older would become a stripper if push comes to shove. "Where'd you get these?" Jason asked.

"I just joined a police academy and they said I could take spares so I did," Dick answered.

"If you joined a police academy then why do you need me? You would learn how to shoot a gun there I presume." The acrobat shrugged off the question.

"What can I say? I like to get ahead." The anti-hero hummed, unconvinced, but he didn't put it past the older to get a few lessons so he could impress people. He was a showman after all. "I've got goggles too because losing an eye isn't that appealing. We're already used to the sound of explosions so I didn't think to get earplugs. Should I have gotten those?" he mumbled the last part to himself. 

"You'll be fine without them. If your hearing can last till now then this won't do shit," Jason assured him. 

"What did you say?" Dick replied with a smirk. The younger rolled his eyes. God the guy was a dad without kids. 

"Funny. Keep your guns pointed to the floor until you want to shoot. There's a clip in there for each of you - rubber of course so don't start whining. Put your goggles on, step on the line and we'll start," he announced. The pair nodded and did as they were told. Jason pulled out his own gun since from what he could remember Dick was a visual learner and he presumed Tim would benefit from that teaching too. "Gun in your dominant hand to expose the webbing between your index finger and thumb. Insert the grip of the pistol into the web of your dominant hand. With your thumb on one side of the grip, keep your middle, ring, and pinky fingers curled securely around the other side just below the trigger guard. Got that?" They copied his actions then gave him a firm nod. "Your non-dominant hand should be held underneath the handgun providing support for the weight of the gun. Place your index finger on the bottom of the trigger guard or in front of it, wherever is most comfortable." They nodded. "Keep your hands clear of the slid or you're gonna be in pain." Tim shifted his hand a little to make sure. "Your feet should be shoulder-width apart, with the foot opposite your dominant hand about a step past the other foot. Lean forward slightly with your knees bent, making sure you're firmly balanced. The elbow of your dominant arm should be almost straight and your non-dominant elbow should be flexed at a slightly obtuse angle. Your dominant arm must be in line with the handgun and pointed at the target." Jason walked over to them and fixed Dick's feet, pushing them closer, then fixed Tim's arms so they were more in line with the target. He didn't fancy leaving bullet holes in the floor. "You'll have to practice getting into that position quicker. When you're better at firing, I'll show you different positions you can do for difficult situations."

"Aww does that mean you'll visit again?" Tim teased.

"Shut it Replacement. I'll do it with just Goldie if you're gonna be a bitch about it."

"Hey let's keep this friendly," Dick stated. "We've all got guns here."

"And yet I'm the only one who can shoot them to make sure you're in a world of pain without permanently ending your prancing about in tights," he responded. He went back to his previous position, ignoring the solemn expression that showed for a split second on Dick's face. 

They then moved onto the next step which was aiming the gun. "Ensure that the top of the front sight post is level with the top of the rear sight and that the rear sight appears evenly centred within the notch of the front sight. This will ensure that the gun is level and that you'll get a good "sight picture" when aiming at the target. Close your non-dominant eye to help you aim." He glanced over to them to check what they were doing. "We're gonna aim for the left shoulder. Pull back the slide then release it to load. When you're ready to shoot, remove the safety. Deep breath in, squeeze the trigger and-" he fired his gun and the bullet went straight through the shoulder. "Boom." The pair copied him and were a little off but that was to be expected. They hadn't used a gun before so they were unused to the firepower. "Meh, mediocre."

"Better than the last time I fired one of these things," Dick muttered under his breath. Neither of them seemed to catch what he said and naturally shrugged it off as a dad joke that he bailed on. "You've got seven more bullets. Shoot the left three more times then the right four times. I wanna be able to average your skills out." Once that was done he took a closer look at the targets to see how well they did. It wasn't the best in the world but their aim was pretty much there. "I'll give you another clip and separate you two. Dick, you're up first. Shoot the shoulders again, then the forearms, lower abdomen, and the thighs. Replacement, hang back." Tim nodded and walked to the back of the room with his gun aimed at the floor. He didn't fancy accidentally shooting someone whilst he waited. Jason stood beside him then told Dick to begin. "Y'know I'm his favourite right?" he said nonchalantly.

"What makes you think that? Considering we spend more time together it's very obvious I'm the favourite," Tim replied. He guessed this was Jason's way of creating a conversation but he didn't understand why it had to be the beginning of an argument. Sure conversations were awkward sometimes, especially when you're someone's "replacement" but there had to be better ways of doing it. Dick and he were able to have a good conversation without it beginning with "I'm Bruce's/Dick's favourite btw" so why couldn't they? It was like playing a game of mental gymnastics trying to figure out what was going on in the undead idiot's brain. "If you were the favourite then you'd be called Little Wing wouldn't you? But you're not. Therefore, I'm his favourite."

"Is this to assert your dominance or something? Because that's really dumb and won't work," he replied. 

"Mhm sure it won't Replacement," he responded. 

"You're just jealous I'm a better Robin than you," Tim told him.

"Oh yeah? What makes you say that?"

Before he could say something that would get his face well and truly pummeled for that comment, Dick finished and turned to them. "Hey, I'm done," he announced. "I think I did pretty well, don't you think?" Jason glanced over the target and hummed. 

"I mean, it could be better," he stated. "I did much better on my second try." Was that second part needed? Not at all. Did his ego need this kind of boost? Yes, it did. He spent his entire time as Robin trying to be as good as Dick and right now he found out he was naturally good at something he wasn't. He was smug, sue him. "Meh, I can't be good at everything. Tim your turn. Think you can beat me?" Dick asked, ruffling his perfectly gelled hair. The younger shot him a light-hearted glare and tried to fix the mess he made. "Definitely. It's not like you set the bar that high," he answered. 

"You'll still do worse than me," Jason commented. "On the line short stack."

As the older pair watched Tim fire at the targets, Jason couldn't help but bring up why this was all happening in the first place. He didn't quite believe the near cryptic explanation he'd been given. Though he trusted this wasn't so they could murder someone,  he was curious. "Goldie, I know you're the one who suggested this whole thing but your bullshit before won't cut it. What really changed your mind?" he asked. The older sighed to himself.

"Tuesday night I was doing my thing and I got a call about a hostage situation so I go over. Things went from bad to worse. Next thing I know there's a guy pinning me down and someone's pointing a gun at these two kids. Probably just a little younger than Tim but I didn't stick around for the details on them," Dick began. He'd gone tense thinking about it, his eyes focused on the boy in front of them. "So I problem shoot and I can just about reach a gun that was on this guy's waist. Last-minute, I manage to get this guy off and knock him out, I point the gun, aim for a nonlethal spot and...I missed."

"How bad of a miss?"

"Bullet goes right through the guy's spine. Luckily no one saw. The girls were blindfolded, the guy pinning me down was knocked out, the guy I shot wasn't facing me." Jason watched Dick's eyes gloss over. He just continued to stare at Tim, ready to jump in whenever. He didn't know what he'd jump in for though. The kid was smart enough not to shoot himself in the foot or something. "You kill him?" Jason asked.

"Paralyzed him. He can't feel anything from the chest down. Police think the other man shot him to get the ransom then I came in and knocked him out. Saved the girls I guess," he answered. "I don't want Tim to make the same mistake one day. I don't want to make the same mistake again."

"Who knows what you did?" 

"You and I." He ran a hand through his hair with a sigh. "Don't start Lil Wing. I'm not in the mood to be teased about this."

"Hey, I'm a douchebag but not that much of a douchebag." There was an awkward silence between them. "Listen, I-"

"I'm done!" Tim announced.

In a blink of an eye, Dick's upset expression turned to a bright smile. It was kind of freaky to see him switch so quickly. He walked over to the younger and scanned his eyes over the target, swiftly messing up Tim's hair when he found he'd done an alright job. "Look at you being a gunslinger," he teased. Tim laughed and pushed his hand away, fixing his now unkempt hair for the second time today. 

"Not bad. Not good but not bad," Jason commented, shaking off the previous conversation. It didn't sit well with him. 

"Gee thanks. It wouldn't kill you to give me a compliment."

"No, it would," he responded. Dick went to take down the target and returned with it in his hand. 

"You shot the poor guy in the crown jewels," he joked, pointing to the hole in the crotch area. "I wouldn't wanna mess with you if that's where you're shooting."

"I don't think you wanna be anywhere near someone with a gun," Tim pointed out. He glanced to his phone to make sure they hadn't missed any alerts only to realize the time. "Alfred comes home in ten minutes, we better start packing up." 

"Aww so soon?" Dick huffed.

"Looks like it. Unless you want to get lectured," the younger pointed out. 

"I best be heading off anyway before you waste all my good ammo. You better throw those away before Alfred comes down here," Jason added, pointing to the now bullet hole-riddled targets. The acrobat nodded and began taking them down whilst he collected his guns. He swiftly walked out of the room, content with leaving without saying goodbye. He never liked goodbyes and it was far easier to just leave than grow through the dramatics of it all. 

The sound of him leaving on his motorbike alerted the pair that he'd left. Dick frowned to himself but he knew that would happen. "So Little Wing? What's that about?" Tim asked.