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It was a quiet night in Gotham City. It seemed that crime had slowed, pretty much stopped, for once in a long time. Nobody occupied the Wayne Manor except the four of Bruce Wayne boys, for Bruce, Alfred, and Cass had decided to take the night off and go somewhere—Dick Grayson couldn’t remember where. He was sitting in a chair, tapping his foot in obvious boredom, and surveying his brothers from a distance. Jason was reading something made by Jane Austen, Damian was petting Titus, who lay by his feet, and Tim was on his phone, frowning intently at something. Dick stood and stretched his legs, earning a glance from Jason and nothing else.
”Alright everybody. I’m bored,” Dick announced. They all looked up. Damian nodded, Tim went right back to whatever he was doing, and Jason set down his book.
”And?” Jason promoted impatiently.
”I suggest we play a game of some sort,” Dick answered. Everyone, once again, looked up.
”What kind of game?” Damian asked, sounding mildly interested for once in his life.
”I don’t know… truth or dare?” Dick asked. It was the first game that entered his mind.
”Absolutely not,” Tim answered quickly.
”Why not?” Dick frowned at him. “At least get off the phone when I’m talking.”
”You sound like Bruce,” Tim muttered, but he set his device down just the same. ”And because, what with you and Jason, the game would quickly spiral out of control.”
”C’mon, don’t be like that!” Dick begged, grinning. Though he knew Tim was right, he definitely wasn’t going to show it. Besides, it could be fun.