Damian trains too much.

Dick: Where's baby bird, I've not seen him all day?

Tim: I'm not sure...

Jason: he's beating the shit out of a punching bag.

Dick: he was meant to stop training 7 hours ago!

*Tim and Dick run to gym.*

Jason: I don't care to be honest, if he passes out I'll get peace and quiet for a few hours.

Damian: argh! *punches bag then flips and kicks it several times.*

Dick: Damian you've been at this for 8 hours, please stop.

Damian: I'm...not...tired..yet.

Jason: yeah he doesn't sound tired at all, let's just leave him be.

Tim: you're only saying that because you hate him.

Jason: *gasps and acts offended* what?! Me, want him, to be hurt?! Never!

Damian: I could kill you Todd, you could add my name under the Joker's.

Dick: *restrains Jason from attacking Damian* Jason leave him, he's only going to last a few minutes anyway.

*a few hours later*

Damian: *misses the punching bag and slams into the wall and falls to the ground groaning.*

Jason: haha that was so worth waiting 3 hours!

Dick: *runs to Damian*  Damian are you ok?

Tim: did he pass out again?

Damian: *sits up* no I'm fine, I just missed the bag!

Dick: maybe you should lie down now, I could get you a blanket or something?

Jason: yeah, and I'll fluff up your pillow too. *covers mouth to muffle laughing*

Damian: I'm fine, I don't need to lie down!

Tim: you'll pass out again.

Jason: *sarcastically* and we definitely don't want that!

Damian: *goes to punch Jason but misses then Jason punches him into the wall hard making him black out*

Jason: fuck, I'm so dead.