"Dick. Dick. Get up, Dick. Come on, Dick. Dick, let's go. Dick. Dick. Wake up, Dick."
Dick slammed a hand over the personalized alarm clock Tim had designed for him, groaning. Tim had told him that if he programmed his alarm clock to say his name over and over again, he would be more inclined to get up. He was pretty sure that it worked, but that didn't mean he had to like it.
Dick tugged on a pair of navy sweatpants and blindly felt around in the dark for a shirt before grabbing a faded gray t-shirt that was once very colorful. Rubbing a hand over his face, utterly bewildered, he staggered down the stairs of the Manor to find Jason, also dressed haphazardly, waiting for him.
"Dick, hurry up, it's almost midnight," Jason hissed, glancing around the manor nervously.
"Coming," Dick called hoarsely, making his way over. From the kitchen, he saw Tim approaching them, a jumble of objects in his hands.
"Little help here," Tim asked weakly, and Jason barely caught a jar of honey before it crashed onto the floor.
Jason checked his watch. "Where's Damian?"
"Right here," a sleepy voice mumbled, and they all swiveled to find Damian rubbing the sleep from his eyes by the top of the stairs.
"Well, come on then," Tim replied in annoyance. "Let's get a move on."
They crept up the stairs and into the hallway. Dick tested the doorknob to Bruce's bedroom, and found it locked. "Damn," he swore. "Jason, do the honors."
As Jason got to work on Bruce's doorknob, Damian spoke up hesitantly. "Are you sure this is a good idea, Grayson?"
"Of course," Dick whispered. "It wouldn't be April Fool's if Bruce wasn't pranked."
"If you say so," Damian replied dubiously.
Jason signaled for them to be quiet, then swung the door open. Silently, they traipsed in, Damian's eyes wide, and Tim's heart in his throat.
Dick opened the door to his bathroom, and there was a heart stopping moment when Bruce stopped snoring abruptly. Tim's breath caught in his throat, and Dick raised his eyebrows questioningly at Jason, but then Bruce's snoring began again, and they breathed a sigh of relief.
They stepped into the bathroom, and closed the door quietly behind them. Tim flicked on the dimmer light of the two options, and they continued down the palatial bathroom until they got to the toilet.
Tim handed out a tape dispenser, some plastic wrap, and the jar of honey, and they got to work in silence. Dick flipped up the seat of the toilet, Tim spread the plastic wrap tightly over the bowl, Damian taped it down, and Jason put the seat back down again.
In the dim light, the firmly stretched out plastic wrap was utterly transparent.
"Perfect," Jason whispered.
"And for the final touch," Dick murmured. He selected Bruce's shampoo bottle, popped open the top of the honey jar, and poured the honey in. Satisfied, he put it back on its shelf and grinned at his brothers mischievously.
"Let's move out."
They swept out of the bedroom, tiptoed past the sleeping Bruce, and crept into the hallway, where they finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Okay, he's going to try to leave as soon as possible," Dick whispered. "So, we have to move quickly. It's already half past twelve."
Dick rinsed out the jar of honey, left it in the sink, and turned to his brothers excitedly. "He's going to try to leave as soon as possible," he whispered. "Bruce always tries to get up before three on April's Fools Day, and sleeps in his office at Wayne Enterprises. He thinks if he avoids the Manor, he'll be safe."
"I take it that's the wrong impression," Damian asked tentatively.
"Absolutely the wrong impression," Jason replied in a low tone. "Come on. Let's go decorate the Batmobile."
A/N: Long time since I posted a Batfamily fic so hopefully you didn't forget about me! *waves* Please leave a review and if you have suggestion as to what other pranks you want them to perform in later chapters, I would love to write those in!