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)
"RIP Timbo, this time you will die and never get resurrected again." Jason commented, coming out of his state.
Tim got up from his position on the floor and glared at Damian. "Since this would be my last day alive, I might as well make it count."
He fixed his eyes on his next target: Jason.
"Jason, the next time you talk to the Team (does Young Justice have an official name), I dare you to inhale helium and talk in a high pitched, squeaky voice, and have it recorded."
"I hope you burn in hell, Tim."
Jason glared, but Tim knew he wouldn't argue, because then, he would lose his 'tough guy act'. As expected, Jason only nodded his approval, eyes slightly narrowing at Tim, before smirking at the person who would face his wrath.
"B, I dare you to use Dick's old pantless Robin uniform on patrol for the rest of this month."
Tim and Damian seemed to simultaneously agree on the same thing and howled in laughter, causing Bruce to glare at both of them, because betrayal.
Dick scowled, "It's a leotard."
Bruce gave each of them a batglare. "No."
"When will you learn that all of us are immune to that glare, Bruce?" Tim sighed exasperatedly.
"No." Bruce repeated.
Aaaandd, his batglare was used against him, three batglares, and a pair of puppy dog eyes, courtesy of one Richard John Grayson.
"Fine," he gave in.
The four of them cheered in victory, as Bruce, although he would never admit it, even if Tim hacked the security footage, pouted.
"Okay, one round over, I'm leaving now before an ex-assassin decides to dare me worse stuff, although I can't think of any dare worse than Tim's," Jason declared, and ran away before Dick could grab him.
"I'm joining him," Tim glared at every person remaining in the room, specifically, Damian.
"Titus needs a walk," Damian excused himself, even if they all knew that Titus just finished his walk with Alfred a few minutes ago.
"Want to continue playing, Bruce?" Dick smiled.
Bruce glared at him.
EXTRAS:
1)
Batman and Robin (or Robin and Robin) set out on patrol with Nightwing, Red Robin, Red Hood, Batgirl, Black Bat and Spoiler tagging behind, because under no circumstances were they going to miss this.
The Batsgnal lit up the dark Gotham sky as the pair, followed by the other six vigilantes. Red Robin readied his camera to picture the exact look on Commissioner Gordon's face when he saw 'Robin'. He would know how to take good pictures, the little stalker he is.
The duo landed on top of the building and 'Robin' proceeded to try to do his disappearing act, but the effect was ruined by the seven snickering vigilantes behind him.
Gordon stared at him. The look on his face was utterly priceless.
"You know, this case isn't that complicated, the GCPD will handle it." He said, turning back and walking away, shaking his head.
"EXPECT TO SEE IT FOR THE REST OF THE MONTH!" Nightwing screamed at him.
2)
Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne was drinking his coffee while working on some cases. Of course, it was already three in the morning, and he had not slept yet.
He went downstairs for another cup of coffee, and he blamed his misfortune when he noticed Alfred downstairs.
"I suggest you go to bed, Master Timothy," Tim withered under Alfred's glare.
"No...?" he managed to squeak.
Alfred raised an eyebrow.
Nobody would know if he failed the dare, right? Fuck you, Damian.
3)
Dick woke up to purple hair, and he instantly knew that Jason had done that. Call it a brother sense.
He got up to his closet, and found everything replaced with sparkly pink tank tops, several purple shirts, skirts, and even one tutu. Bruce did that.
He smirked, as he opened the false bottom in the closet, and pulled out a fresh set of jeans, before taking a purple shirt, and heading towards the shower.
4)
Jason Peter Todd mumbled in frustration as he helped himself to the can of helium in front of him, before he set off towards the zeta tubes.
Recognized, Red Hood - B 13
Nightwing had told the team who their leader would be today, but only Tim (and Damian, but he was hiding with his camera) knew what the reason was...
"Team, your mission is to go to Bialya to watch Queen Bee. This is strictly a re-con mission." Jason flushed in embarrassment as the Team (except Tim) stared blankly at him.
A second passed.
Two.
The room collapsed into laughter.
He was going to kill Tim.