"Damnit, Tim!" Dick yelled. He was completely focused on the carnage before him, shocked at the damage his "little brother" could cause, and at the same time, trying his level best to dodge the boy's damaging blows.
Tim laughed. "You should have never challenged me! There's no way you can win!"
Dick crouched behind an overturned vehicle in an attempt to evade Tim.
Tim saw the movement out of the corner of his eye and opened fire. "You can't hide from me!" he cackled gleefully. "I trained with Bats, remember?"
"Well, yeah, but..." Dick dove to his right, out of the path of the damaging bullets, "…I trained with him first," he finished, throwing a grenade and gasping from the efforts.
Tim backed away just in time. The grenade went off mere feet from Tim's ankles. "Just means I'm younger," he taunted, throwing a grenade of his own.
"Glad it took all this fighting to show you that," Dick jumped over a rock and crouched behind it, which protected him from the blast.
"And smarter," Tim continued, firing off a couple of shots and reloading.
Dick took off at a run for a nearby building. "You'll have to do better than that."
"And cuter." He'd lost Dick, but logic told him to stay put and Dick would eventually come after him. He didn't let it show, lest the older man see.
"If that's what you think," Dick replied noncommittally.
"…and I'm not dumb enough to wear short pants," Tim finished, a huge grin on his face.
Dick scowled. "You'll pay for that one, little brother." He smiled to himself. Camouflage was the key. With that, he could sneak up behind Tim, who still waited patiently in the same spot for him to return.
"Man, where are you at?" Tim muttered quietly, turning around at last. He gasped.
Dick let out a maniacal laugh and opened fire. Tim cried out in agony as he fell. Dick just kept laughing. "I'll make you think short pants!" he yelled triumphantly.
"What are you two doing?" A sudden, booming voice came from behind them.
Both boys jumped and turned to glance over the back of the couch. Bruce stood there, arms folded and a patented scowl on his face.
"Playing Halo," they answered together.
"Do you have to make so much noise?" Bruce asked sternly, trying his best to hide the grin he felt fighting its way to his face.
"Well, you see, it's like this," Tim jumped at the chance to explain. "We were playing and I was winning, and all of the sudden, Dick slaughtered me!"
"That's because I am the master," Dick said smugly. "I bet I could even beat you."
"Is that so?" Bruce replied, arching an eyebrow. "You're on."