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a/n: I thought of this when I was watching and episode of Young Justice. Bruce and Richard were playing basketball together. This story is a bit different from my last one. Hope that this time Damian and Dick are more like themselves. In this story they live in the mansion.

"Come on Damian"

"Grayson, stop being so annoying."

"I will carry you out if you don't start walking."

"Touch me and I'll have to stab you Grayson," replied Damian in all seriousness."If you did that what would you do without me?"

"I would become batman, and live peacefully without your incessant nagging. That's what I would do without you. Now leave my room."Dick sighed, turned toward the door, thought better of it and quickly grabbed Damian from the chair he was sitting in and threw him over his shoulder.

"GRAYSON! What are you doing?" Damian yelled at Dick as he tried to get out of his hold.

"I don't want to say this but, I did warn you," said Dick as he ran across the mansion with the boy on his shoulder.

"Ahh, did you just bite me?" Dick asked Damian.

"I would STAB you but I don't have anything to stab you with!" Damian yelled at just laughed.

"GRAYSON, I know there is something WRONG with YOU, but just let me Go!" yelled complied with Damian's request and abruptly let go of him. Damian fell to the ground with a thud.

"WHAT WAS THAT FOR?" Damian yelled as he stood up ready to fight the man in front of him. Damian threw a few punches at Dick, but he never hit him.

"Damian CALM DOWN," Dick said in the most intimidating tone he could muster. Damian stopped his assault and dropped his arms to his side. He looked around and noticed they were at the basketball court the mansion had.

"Why are we here," a somewhat calmer Damian asked.

"We are here to play basketball," Dick said like it was the most normal thing in the world.

Damian grunted and said," Grayson I have better things to do than play a stupid game." Damian tried to go back inside but Dick blocked his way.

"Move Grayson, before I move you," growled Damian.

"You are going to play and because now we are having practice. This will help you with y hand eye coordination. And if you refuse not to play then you don't have to come patrolling with me for the rest of the week either," Dick said trying to imitate Bruce's voice. He thought he did a good job.

"Fine. Let's play."

2 games later

"Grayson, that not fair," the younger boy said between breaths, as Dick grabbed him by waist lifted him up, took the ball and scored.

"You're just saying that because you're losing."

"Shut up and play," growled as Damian jumped to score Dick grabbed him but this time he tickled the boy. Damian dropped the ball and laughed, the game forgotten. Both of them fell to the floor, Dick still tickling Damian, both adorning smiles on their faces.

"Stop, ha-ha, Grayson stop," Damian squealed. Dick stopped and laid down next to his brother.

"Me and Bruce used to play basketball on the weekends when I was around your age," blurted Dick.

"Really?" asked Damian in just nodded his head.

"Do you think that, that if," Damian stopped just as suddenly as he started.

" I know that Bruce would play basketball with you if he was still here," Dick said.

A small smile flashed on Damian's face but it was enough for Dick to know that it was what he was thinking.

The brothers stayed on the floor staring at the stars both comfortable with the silence.

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