"Jason," Tim Drake said with a sigh, "this plan of yours is either going to end up getting us killed or seriously maimed."

"But you're still in, aren't you?" Dick asked him in a whisper. "We really can't pull this off without you."

"Just because I said the plan was either going to get us killed or maimed doesn't mean I'm not in," Tim replied with a roll of his eyes. "I just have serious reservations about it."

Jason tossed a smirk at him from over his left shoulder before continuing up the stairs.

"Relax, Timbo, I promise everything will turn out just fine."

That didn't comfort Tim in the least. Not when Jason's plans tended to always go massively awry. And not when they were discussing playing a prank on the hell-spawn, Damian Wayne.

"You realize we're essentially baiting the little gremlin here," he pointed out as Jason turned at the top of the stairs and started walking down the hall. "The one who uses a katana like some people do chopsticks?"

"I know who we're pranking."

"Let me repeat... your plan is to prank the demon child that has cut our grapnel lines more than once because he was annoyed with us."

Jason snorted a laugh. "Yeah, and?"

"And you know he is not going to take us pranking him without vowing bloody, unholy retribution for it."

"Tell me you aren't looking forward to getting some payback after what the little demon spawn did to you on patrol the other night."

Tim swallowed a groan. He had forgotten about the traffic and security cameras all around the Gotham Bank. Should be grateful that footage of my grapnel line snapping and me plummeting towards the ground didn't air on every news channel, he thought bitterly as they entered Damian's bedroom.

"Well, yes, I..." he began but Jason cut him off with a wave of his hand.

"No buts about it, Timbo." He opened a black bag and started to remove tools and other items that caused Tim's gut to clench. "Either you want to get a little payback or you don't."

"You know I do." Tim heaved a sigh. "It's just..."

"No justs about it," Jason said as he tossed Dick a bottle of superglue. "The spawn of the Demon deserves a taste of his own medicine."

"Let's just hope that he doesn't give us a katana between the ribs for it."

"Could always get Cass to best him in one-on-one combat again," Dick pointed out. "He behaved for about a month the last time."

"No," Tim corrected as he took a hammer and some nails from Jason. "He made my life miserable that month."

"Even more reason to teach him a lesson about not cutting grapnel lines or tampering with equipment." Jason rubbed his hands together. "Now, let's get started. Want to have this done before he and the old man get back from patrol."

The three set to work then, tying the little demon's sheets to the bed frame, gluing his iPod and tv remote to the nightstand, and nailing his shoes on the ceiling. It wasn't the same as cutting his grapnel like, Tim decided, but it certainly felt good, he had to admit.


A/N: Hello, all! I hope this finds you well!

This piece is not written during any one comic, scene or era. It's just a piece I wrote based on a prompt I found on Pinterest about a plan getting people killed. I thought a little prank on Damian Wayne was the perfect response ;)

If you find a mistake, please, feel free to let me know. I am only human.