-Sort of a Sequel to Bats Vs. Winter, but can also be read as an individual story. Also, I changed it from 'winter break' to just 'winter', because I'm Canadian and winter is just beginning-

-ayo, unmotivated and out of practice check-

"Ace! Look!" Tim flicked the laser pointer's beam across the floor, watching the bathound launch after it.

"Top tear entertainment." Jason said, standing at the end of the couch with his hands in his pockets.

"What are you scheming?"

"I was going to storm you guys, but I couldn't find enough nerf bullets." He flopped back on the couch and groaned. "I want to shoot something! Or go outside or something!"

"We can't." Tim reminded. "It's an ICE STORM!"

"Still!" Jason had trouble with cabin fever. He always wanted to move and fight. "I wanna do something!"

"You could play Lego with Dick."

"No!" Jason disagreed. "What else can we do?" Tim shrugged and redirected the laser for Ace to chase. "You know what I'd do if there wasn't any snow?" He didn't wait for an answer. "Trampoline park. I LOVE trampolines! I haven't been on one in, like, years!"

"Yep. they're pretty good." Tim humored. 

"And there's that one out of Gotham with the laser tag place..." Jason gasped and let out a sigh of disappointment. "LASER TAG! I frickin love laser tag! No damn clue how it works, but..."

"Mmm." Tim stared at the ceiling, listening to Ace's nails skid on the floor as he  chased the little red cot. "They have these UV laser sensors, and you're in a dark room, so they pick up on the lazers in the guns, tally the amount of times lasers hit the sensors..."

"Whatever." Jason cut him off. "Why aren't you allowed to run and crawl and stuff? It's so lame when you aren't allowed to jump or anything!" He ranted. "If I made a Laser tag arena..." He sat bolt upright.

"Uh oh." Tim sat up too. He was promptly body slammed by Ace, who'd noticed the little red dot stop moving, and wanted to keep playing.

"Tim, How did you say those sensors work?"

The elder groaned a little. "They tally how many times a laser hits them head-on, and..."

"Yeah yeah yeah." Jason ignored him. "Is there anything like that in the batcave?"

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"This might be the best Idea Jay's EVER had."

"Which really isn't saying much." Damian pointed out.

"Hey!" Jay emerged from the kitchen. "RUDE. There, I made a gun for Dick." He held out a nerf pistol he'd attached a laser pointer to.

"I want a big one?" Dick said, all his brothers had nerf rifles or machine guns. 

"You can't carry a big one, it's too heavy." Jason told him. "Plus, the sensors on yourshirt are already weighing you down big time."

"They all fire the same." Tim pointed out, wishing that he'd gotten the lightweight pistol gun instead of a huge one. "But we can trade if you want?"

"No." Dick said quickly. "I like this."

"Slick, Drake." Damian scoffed, but he was planning to do the same thing.

"Alrighty. I'm setting the kitchen timer to forty minutes." Jason told them. "Then we'll break for dinner."

"Rad." Tim observed, actually hoping that the lights wouldn't come back on.

"DO NOT REMOVE YOUR SENSORS." Jason warned. "Demon."

"That goes for you two, Dickie, sensors ON and UNCOVERED." Tim told him

"Alright, and.... GO!" Jason shouted, setting the timer. "Thirty second grace!"

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Dick sprinted up the stairs, staggering under the weight of his vest. It was one of his brother's tactical vests with laser sensors duct-taped on. His older brothers also had sensors on their legs and arms, but they couldn't fit them on him.

He turned the corner and barrelled down the dark hallway. Ideally, he could camp there and hope he wasn't found. the manor was scary when it was dark! and with his three vigilante big brother hunting each other- and him -it was even scarier.

Tim had been talked into this and you could tell. I mean, it sounded like fun, and Laser tag was awesome. But it was also very clear that this was an 'entertain your little brother until dad gets home' kind of thing. 

He just paced through the downstairs, trying not to trip over anything, and hunting  his little brother.

Jason was really into it, this was his idea after all. He took off his shoes and socks to be quieter, he was in all black, this was his Black Ops 2 moment. He was the sneakiest motherfucker on earth.

Except Damian.

Damian could rarely be talked into playing with his kid brothers, but if he had to, he would do it right. First, light enhancing goggles. He doesn't fuck around. 

He was going to beat Jason Todd at his own game.

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Jason stalked down the dark hall, he was hunting Dick, since he would be the easiest to catch. God this was fun! He'd already had one or two run-ins with Tim. It was laser tag, but you could climbs and crawl and run and stuff! It was the brightest idea he'd ever had!

"Dickie! DickieDickieDickie?" He called, as if to summon a cat. "Where are you?" He taunted, stalking down the hall. Dick had to be there somewhere...

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Dickie held his breath, he could hear Jason taunting hi to come out down the hall. This was terrifying. And even though he knew Jason was coming, Dick knew he would still be scared when his brother caught him.

He gripped his gun and braced himself. If Jason was going to catch him, he at least wanted to go down with a fight.

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Damian planted his feet. He could hear his target. He waited, waited, staying put until the moment was perfect...

When Jason was just around the corner, he launched himself out, aiming for the blurry outline of the targets on Jason's vest. 

It was almost perfect, almost, Damian was convinced that it would have gone perfect if Dick hadn't been trying to do the same thing as him. 

His foot caught on his little brother's side, sending both of them crashing into the wall. Damian's free leg kicked out to balance himself, and took Jason down with them.

They all lay on the floor, dead still, wondering where the sound of shattering glass came from.

"Richard?" Damian asked cautiously.

"Yeah." The seven year old squealed from under him.

"Todd?" 

"Uh huh?" Jason replied.

Assured that both his brothers were okay, Damian pushed himself up to find the source of the smashing sound. It was tough, since the manor was still so dark, but eventually he stepped on a piece of glass, and located the source as a shattered picture frame.

"Damian?" Dick asked. "What happened?"

"Something broke." Jason told him, crawling over to see what it was.

Damian stooped and looked at the picture, it was a Wayne ancestor from a few generations back. The picture was notorious between the brothers for how gross he looked. Damian raised it for his brothers to see.

After squinting for a few seconds, both his brothers jerked back. "It's the scary man!" Dick whined. He hated the photo.

Jason make aa retching sound. "Get rid of it!"

"We might have to now." Damian said, holding the shattered frame gingerly so as to not cut his fingers. "Find Drake and call the game off."

"But-" 

"No." His brother cut him off. "Take Richard and don't come back up without shoes."

"Fine." Jason groaned, stomping down the hall. So much for his best idea ever... "Hey." He said, turning back to his brother. "We should put McCreepy under Tim's pillow!" He laughed.

"I'm not going to do that." Damian told him

Fuck yeah he was.

-WOWWW This definitely isn't a part I set up in 'He Grown up now'...-