Bruce was sitting by the fire-place reading his paper while Dick and Damian argued over what activities they could do while they stayed inside due to the snow falling over Gotham.
"I don't see why you oppose to trivial pursuit, Grayson. It is a sufficient way to pass the time and keep our minds active". Bruce could see Damian's point but he could also see Dick's before the young man could voice it.
"Dami, last time we played Tim ended up with a black eye because he beat you. I'm not going through that again". Dick moaned. Damian huffed and threw himself on the lounge. Bruce nearly chuckled at the pout displayed on his youngest face.
Tim wandered in the room and sat by Damian earning a growl. Tim rolled his eyes. "What's got you in a huff?". Damian glared at Dick. "Grayson banished my idea of trivial pursuit". Tim cringed at the memory and Dick gave him sympathetic look. Jason came and sat on Bruce's arm rest with an evil smirk on his face.
"What's that look for, Jay?". Dick asked in a tense voice. Bruce looked up at his son to see an amused glint in his eyes. Jason chuckled. "Just loove snow days, Dickie". Tim and Damian shared a look. "Jason..?". Tim asked as he tried to decipher the look on his older brothers face.
"Jason if you've done something now would be the time to tell". Bruce warned. Jason merely laughed and said in a jittery voice. "I love Midnight Oil's song Beds are Burning". After receiving confused looks he added. "But the beds in this house are quite the opposite".
He cackled as Dick, Tim and Damian stared for a moment then bolted up the stairs to their room. Bruce gave Jason a 'please don't tell me you did what I think you did' look. Jason's smile was wild as gasps and curses were heard from up stairs.
"Todd! You will regret this for the rest of your life you peasant!". Tim ran down the stairs pausing in front of Bruce and Jason with a bewildered and stunned look on his face. "You-you-snow-lots of snow-bed". He stammered as Jason laughed almost falling to the floor. Bruce groaned. Dick all but flew down the stairs, face bright red from anger. Tim still stood shocked.
"Little W- Jason. You have gone too damn far! I- how the hell did you get that much snow?-You know what I don't wanna know. You will clean it all up or so help me I'll-" Jason cut him off with 'tsk tsk tsk'. Damian had now joined them and Bruce was on alert in case the boy decided to castrate Jason.
"Sorry, Dickie but I wont be cleaning the beds". He spoke with stifled laughter. Damian bellowed, "You will clean this mess you made, Todd or I'll cut you up and feed you to my dog!". Bruce stood between Jason and Damian. "Jay, you will clean your brother's beds and you will help Alfred do the dishes do you understand". Bruce spoke with his fatherly tone which was slightly laced with pleading.
Jason laughed harder than ever as said in a now hoarse. "I wont be cleaning or doing dishes because I have a meeting with Anger Management in 20 mins. Soorrrryyyy but this was your idea, B. Don't want me to go back to my old ways. Byeee". He broke in to laughter again and rushing for the door before the news settled in with the others.
"Todd! You get back here! I don't give a rats ass about your anger you clean my room you horrid beast!". Damian ran after Jason.
Tim sighed, accepting Jason wasn't coming back and set to cleaning his bed. Bruce sighed and ran a hand over his face, pausing when Dick stood right in his space. "This is all your fault! You wanted him to have those classes!". Dick stormed out leaving Bruce stunned.
Needless to say Jason had quite an extensive training session when came back. And if Bruce accidentally left Jason's leg immobilized by pressure points, while alerting Tim and Dick (not Damian, 'cos like..duh) of his sudden inability to move welll..accidents happen.