The boys were on the couch, playing video games, but they were bored of  it.

Dick was sitting upside down, Jason was sitting on the ground, Tim was sitting normally, and Damian was seated on the ledge of the couch.

"Is there anything to do?"  Tim complained,"I mean, Bruce is on patrol, Alfred is in England, and since Dick crashed his car we can't drive anywhere, and the Robin motorbike would totally blow our cover!  And it only fits one."

"It's my bike!  I get to do whatever with it!" Damian said, tightening the video game cord around Tim's neck.

"I didn't mean to crash the car!" Dick told Tim back, lifting his head up the slightest, "Damian distracted me!"

"Yeah, like it was me!" Damian shot back,"It was Todd who shot his gun!  In the car!"

"Yeah, but it was you who threw your sai at the windshield!" Jason argued back.

"So?" Damian yelled,"It didn't hit anybody!  Todd almost shot Grayson in the head."

"Yeah!" Dick hollered,"You missed me by two inches!"

"How do you know that?" Tim asked, pulling Damian's cord off his neck.

"I estimated." Dick answered, pressing the shoot button on his controller.

"Of course you did, Mr. I'm So Perfect At Math!" Jason sneered, pressing tons of buttons at once.

"Actually!" Tim started, banging Damian in the head with his controller,"Weren't you on top of your highschool in math?"

"Yes." Dick stated, grimacing at something on the screen.

"In your senior year." Damian smirked, shooting on his controller.

"Actually in my freshman."  Dick corrected, exploding something on the screen.

"Seriously?  And weren't you 13 in freshman?" Jason asked, pressing the jump button.

Dick nodded.

"So you skipped a grade?" Damian asked, slightly stopping choking his brother.

Another nod.

"Wait, no kidding?" Tim questioned.

"Nope." Dick popped the'p'.

"So Father wasn't lying.." Damian realized.

"He told you?" Dick raised an eyebrow, upside down.

"Yeah," Jason said,"Seemed pretty proud about it too."

Dick smiled,"Well duh, I'm smart!"

"Nerd." Tim smiled.

"Oh yeah!  Who's the one who figured out Batman's identity?  Now that's a nerd!" Dick shot back, upset at the use of the word nerd, and so therefore shot even harder with his controller.

"You're both nerds." Jason smirked, pressing the left button.

"Dork!" Dick and Tim retorted in unison.

"Dork?!  Me, a dork?!" Jason yelled, throwing his controller at Dick's nose.

"Ouch!  Yeah, you're a dork!"  Dick said, banging his controller on Jason's unprotected head.

Damian flinched,"Todd, you are so a dork!"

"No!  Dami you are a dolt!  Tim you're a nerd!  And Dick you're a techie!"  Jason glared.

"Techie?" Dick glared back.

"Dolt?! I am not a dolt!"  Damian shouted,"Wait what's a dolt?"

"A stupid person." Dick said.

"Woah, you didn't even sugar coat it!" Tim laughed, pushing his controller.

"That's the definition." Dick shrugged, upside down.

"It is?" Jason asked, exploding something on the screen, "Like the real definition?"

"According to Merriam Webster, yeah." Dick confirmed.

"Why did you look it up?" Damian asked.

"Cause I liked to call Wally a dolt, and when he asked the definition, I had it ready, and then he wanted to know the actual definition." Dick smiled at the memory, then frowned.

The other three quieted, until Damian spoke,"So I'm like Wally?"

"No!" the three others cried.

"You two are like opposites!" Tim whipped Damian with a cord.

"Yeah!" Jason cried,"Definitely!"

"But you both are dolts!" Dick smiled.

"No, no! I am not a dolt, Grayson!" Damian retorted, picking up his controller and throwing it.

Dick quickly picked up a pillow and blocked the plastic lump,"Hey!"

Jason picked up a pillow and threw it at Tim,"Take that nerd!"

"Hey, you big dork," Tim whipped his pillow back at him, accidentally breaking it,"Take this!"

Feathers started to fly around.

"Hey techie!" Damian added, getting into it, throwing a pillow at his big brother, who fell off the couch.

"Hey!" Dick picked himself up and grabbed two pillows, lobbing them back,"Dolt!"

The two pillows broke, showering the boys with feathers.

"It's raining feathers!" Tim announced grandly.

"With a side of pillows!" Jason yelled, tossing five pillows into the air.

"Arg!" Damian growled as a pillow hit him in the face,"War!"

"You mean pillow fight?" Tim looked at his younger brother, and then Dick hit him in the face with a pillow,"War!" Tim shouted.

"Hehe.." Jason laughed launching himself into the fray of controllers, cords, pillows, and feathers.

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A few hours later, Dick face planted onto the couch,"Oh! I am so tired!"

Jason lay onto of his brother,"Tired big bro?"

"Yeah," Dick buried his head into the couch,"Tired."

"Same." Jason buried himself into his brothers back.

"Pig pile!" Tim hopped onto Jason's back and got comfy.

Damian climbed onto Tim's back and fell asleep.

One by one the brothers fell asleep, amid broken controllers and pillows.

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"Boys!" Bruce yelled into his mansion,"I'm home."

But he stopped when he saw the boys in a giant pig pile.

Bruce rushed to get his camera, and started to snap pictures,"Oh Alfred will love this!"