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When Green Lantern, The Flash and Superman walked into Bruce's room at the Watchtower Tim didn't think much of it. Every JLA member was assigned a room incase they needed to stay at the tower overnight. The other 3 heros nod hello to him and walk into the sitting area. Batman walked in last, closing the door behind him.
"Not bad Spooky." Green Lantern, Hal Jordan Tim's brain helpfully supplies, goes and sits on the couch. Bruce answers Tim's unasked question.
"I have some equipment and maps here that we need to use to deal with the cargo shipment coming in." Bruce walks over to the TV and picks up the remote. Tim watches as the room changes, opening up a satellite reading device, a monitor, and a couple of other things Tim didn't quite know how to use, but hoped Bruce would teach him sometime. Flash, Barry Allen, takes in a surprised breath. For a couple of seconds they all just watch as Bruce gets things set-up. He turns and gives them a look. Tim hides a snicker at how quickly they move to do something. Man I keep forgetting how scary B is to other people…
In the beginning it was fine. They did their work and it was quiet. But then the arguing started…
"But wouldn't it be easier for me AND Green Lantern to go? We can both travel in space." Superman, Clark Kent, argued.
"We can't risk losing both of you if it doesn't work out." Flash argued,
"They already know that we know about the transport. They'll have people there." Batman says,
"Then doesn't it make more sense for both of us to go? We'd have better odds." Lantern retorts, his volume slowly increasing.
"What if the 2 of you aren't enough? We don't know how much manpower they actually have." Batman was getting irritated. Shit. No. No. No. You're gonna wake them up.
"We can handle a couple of them I'm sure it-"
"You don't know how many ther-"
"Would you quit interrupting me? Your no-"
"WE DON'T HAVE TIME FO-"
"IF YOU WOULD STOP YELL-"
"Shushhhh." Tim desperately tried to get them to calm down. Fuck fuck. Fuck. Shut up!
"B. STOP IT?!" Tim desperately tried to get their attention.
"What the hell is going on?!" Tim doesn't jump, he just…. startles. He turns to his right to see a messy-haired, domino-less Jason next to him. Fuck he doesn't have a domino on. But I need him to distract the others so they don't wake Dick up…. What's worse… our secret identities… or…..
"It doesn't matter! We need to get them to shut up before they wake Dick up!" Tim snaps, Jason looks at him like he's grown a second head. Then the realization hits him.
"B. B. B. Shushhh" Jason all but jumps on Bruce's back. Not what I meant when I needed a distraction…. Bruce clearly didn't know it was Jason because he judo-flips him into the coffee table. The resounding crash has Superman, Lantern and Flash immediately turning into a fighting stance. Oh God.. Dick definitely heard that.
"Red Hood…?" Superman asks cautiously as Jason wheezes on the floor surrounded by glass fragments.
"Yup. Right here.." Jason gives a weak thumbs up. Bruce sits down on the couch as Jason slowly gets up trying to avoid the glass shards.
"Why don't you have your domino on?"
"Oh wow. No apology for throwing me into a goddamn coffee table? Just right down to business with you isn't it." Jason snaps, Fuck no Jason! I said descalate not escalate!
"You should know better than to-"
"MY GOD IS IT SO HARD TO JUST APOLO-?!"
"AT THE WATCHTOWER YOU ARE TO KEEP DOMINOS ON RED HOOD." Batman growls, interrupting him. For a second Tim swears he sees a flash of green in Jason's eyes.
"WELL GUESS WHAT I DONT GIVE A FLYING FUCK!?! IT'S NOT LIKE I KNEW YOU WERE GONNA BE HERE!" Jason screams, Fuck my life.
"IT'S THE-"
"YOU WOKE ME UP WITH YOUR FUCKING SCREAMING AND THREW ME INTO A COFFEE TABLE BATMAN! SO SO-RRY IF I DON'T EXACTLY GIVE A RAT'S ASS ABOUT YOUR-"
This time Tim admits it. The door slamming made him jump. Thankfully he wasn't the only one who jumped. So did Lantern, Flash and Superman. Jason and Bruce both gave full body flinches at the sound. They all turn to the bedroom door. Fuck. We woke him up. Time for hell.
Dick gives them all a long look as if he can't believe he's awake because of this shit. Which Tim completely agrees with. His eyes, which should be cloudy from sleep, are clear and sharp. How the fuck does he look like he could murder all of us after just waking up? He's in civvies just like Jason. It didn't take the world’s greatest detective to figure out who he is.
"N?" Lantern asks hesitantly. Dick ignores him. Instead he walks over to where Bruce was sitting on the couch and lies down propping his head up on Bruce's chest and throwing the cape over himself as a makeshift blanket. Once he gets comfortable he finally speaks. Tim braces himself.
"I hope you're almost done with your meeting because Wally is coming up here in a couple minutes." Wait… what? They all stare at him.
"Wally?" Flash's voice comes out pinched.
"Your nephew." Dick says unhelpfully. Flash gapes at him. Almost as if he was summoned, the door to the room opens.
"Yo Wing! Guess what! I managed to sneak some of the good shit out of Uncle Barry's stash. Here ca-" Wally throws the food but stops mid-sentence and his eyes go wide. Tim would have laughed if the atmosphere wasn't so tense. Bruce catches what seems to be a cereal bar, using his other hand to keep Dick from falling off of the couch as Dick attempts to grab the bar before Bruce. Bruce gives Dick an unimpressed look as he makes a weak attempt to grab the bar.
"B. You people woke me up from a nap. Give me the goddamn bar before I tell Alfie it's your fault I haven't slept or ate well." Dick glares at him. Bruce drops the bar into the cape for Dick to grab, faster than lightning, at the mention of Alfred's name. Wally snickers but Bruce snaps his gaze to him, leveling the infamous batglare at him. Wally immediately shuts up. Dick smirks and opens the bar and starts to eat. Smug bastard.
"So…. Who the fuck woke me up and why? No wrong answers." Dick says, once he finished chewing a bite.
"Well B threw me into…." Dick chucks a batarang at Jason who grabs a pillow in a last ditch attempt to not get hit. Luckily the batarang gets caught in the fluff. But Batman’s utility belt…. Is on the table… where’d the batarang come from?
"I said no wrong answers." Dick bites out. Jason gingerly puts the pillow back on the couch. "When B threw you I was already awake."
There was silence. After that show no one made an attempt to speak.
"The leaguers were screaming at eachother." Tim says quickly, if looks could kill, Tim would be 6 feet under by now if the Leaguers faces had anything to do with it.
"Ding ding ding. Red Robin gets the prize. Pick one." Dick holds 4 fingers out. Tim stared at them. "Pick a finger." Tim gingerly picks his index finger.
"Ah what a fun choice." Dick grins more Joker than Nightwing. Tim suppresses a shudder at what he must of been like as Robin. "Yo Walls we got some work to do." With that he hops up from Bruce's lap and runs into the room and changes into his gear.
"I say with all the love in the world. Sleep with 1 eye open.…" Wally warns before Dick comes back out. Dick grabs Wally by the arm dragging him out of the door.