The Manor was quiet. Dick sat alone on the couch and thought of family bonding ideas, although he would have to wait for Bruce and Tim to return from Wayne Enterprises, and Damian to return from school. Jason...wasn't a problem, considering he was lying on his bed, sleeping. No, not a problem at all as Dick thought on the most effective way to wake him up from his slumber to participate in his new family bonding idea: Truth or Dare (or Dare or Dare, considering nobody in his utterly dysfunctional family would ever sink as low as to choose truth)
***
One chase from Jason, a grumpy Bruce and Damian and and exasperated™ Tim later, Dick had his family (the girls knew better than to participate, and Alfred is a refined British butler who refuses to participate in such idiocy) gathered in the living room.
Ignoring four pairs of batglares (they should know by now that he was immune to batglares), Dick readied himself for an intense game of Dare or Dare.
***
"Dick, I dare you to let everyone sitting in this room prank you five times each, and no revenge prankings."
Bruce had been a victim of Dick's pranking spree for weeks, and he still couldn't find the very cheesy letter he wrote for Clark as an apology for being mean (he only wrote it to get Dick to talk to him again), and Dick was still quoting lines from it.
He glared at his eldest son. Really, he loved him, he loved all of them, but sometimes, they're just so...impossible.
Dick, nodded, somewhat reluctantly, but he was a good sport, unlike some other people...
"Is it my turn now, Bruce?" After receiving a grunt from Bruce as a confirmation, Dick continued, "Then I'm gonna dare my most adorable little brother to imitate me, for the rest of the day."
Damian started sputtering as Tim fell off his spot on the couch laughing, and Jason ran out of the room to get his camera.
"No."
A batglare (or two), and a pair of puppy eyes later and Damian caved. "Fine."
"Are you going to back down, demon brat? Scared of this challenge?" Tim taunted.
"I am the heir to the mantle of the Bat, I have no fears." Damian replied in his Dick-voice, as an absolutely vengeful smirk spread across his face.
"What are you doing?" Tim suddenly feared for his life as the smirk was directed as him.
"CUDDLES, Timmy!" Damian exclaimed as he lunged at an unsuspecting Tim, who let out a very manly screech, just as Jason re-entered the room with his camera.
"This is gold," Jason laughed as he started snapping very embarrassing pictures of the little stalker and the even littler gremlin.
"Drake, uhh Timbo, I DARE YOU TO DISOBEY EVERYTHING PENNYW-uhh, Alfie, SAYS FOR THE REST OF THIS MONTH."
A collective silence swept across the room as Tim stared in horror at Damian, who had the audacity to smirk at him. Jason dropped his camera in shock, but unfortunately, it fell on the couch, so it didn't break.
Tim paled in fright, because it was the FIRST of July, nowhere close to the end of the month. He fainted.
It was Dick who voiced what everyone was thinking. "Oh shit." Normally, he wouldn't curse when there were young ears around, but this situation was way too dire.
Bruce wondered whether his son got his sadistic streak from himself or Talia, and started to plan his other son's funeral. NOBODY (not Maya) disobeyed Alfred Pennyworth and was ever the same. (NOT that he would know, for further references, ask Damian (when he first arrived), or compare Damian before and after his time in Wayne Manor)
