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A/N: What's this? A second chapter in one week? Why yes it is! I wanted to write a lot since school is coming out and I had this sitting in my files. So…enjoy!

(I know that the ages are inaccurate, but I am making them like this for the story)

Dick (Nightwing): 18

Jason (Red Hood): 15

Tim (Red Robin): 13

Damian (Robin): 11

WARNING: Jason's potty-mouth, Sexual references, violence.

I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE SPECIFIC BRANDS THAT ARE MENTIONED

Coke vs. Pepsi

"I don't understand why you're arguing with me over this."

"Because that's bullshit!"

Tim and Damian looked up from where they were sparring to see their eldest brothers making their way down the Batcave stairs. While in a heated argument. Of course.

The two youngest members glance at each other before approaching Dick and Jason.

"It's not bullshit, it's fact." Dick replied defiantly.

Jason scoffed, "Yeah, if that's a fact, then Damian is innocent."

"He has a point, Grayson." Damian cut-in.

Dick looked at Damian incredulously, "So you're siding with him?"

"Tt." Damian scoffed, "I am not doing anything of the sorts."

"What are you two fighting about, anyways?" Tim asked.

"Which is better, Pepsi or Coke?" Jason asked.

"You two are fighting over soda?" Tim asked for clarification. Jason and Dick nodded.

"Tt. Imbeciles." Damian glared.

Dick looked at Damian, "Then what's your opinion? Coke or Pepsi?"

"Obviously Pepsi."

"Ha!" Dick pointed at Jason, "Pepsi is the best!"

Jason smirked, "Oh really?" He turned to Tim, "Babybird, what's better?"

Tim shrugged, "Coke."

"No!"

"Yes!"

Dick and Jason continued to yell at each other.

"Not only are your so called 'skills' crap, but your taste in carbonated beverage is as well, Drake." Damian sneered.

Tim glared at the demon brat, "No wonder you like Pepsi. It's a rip-off of Coke. Just like how you are a rip-off of Robin." He smirked.

Damian grit his teeth, "I am going to strangle you with your own shirt, Drake."

Tim shrugged, "At least it's my shirt. I didn't steal it from someone."

Damian growled and tackled Tim.

"You will pay for that, Drake!"

"For the last time you dipshit, Pepsi is better!"

"No it's not, Dick head!"

"Get off of me you little shit!" Tim kicked Damian off of him and stood up in a fighting pose.

Damian stood up and scoffed, "You want to fight, Drake? Fine. But try not to cry when I beat you."

Tim glared and readied himself.

"It doesn't matter if Coke came first, Pepsi tastes better!" Dick yelled and threw an eskrima stick at Jason who dodged.

Jason snarled, "That's another thing you're wrong about, Rumple fore-skin!" He yelled.

"What the hell kind of name is that?"

"It's a dick joke, like you." Jason threw a blunt batarang at Dick's head. (Heh)

They weren't trying to kill or maim each other, they were just trying to get their points a cross. Unlike Damian and Tim who were trying to kill each other.

"Just give up already, Dick. We're setting bad example for the Fuck-lets." Jason gestured to their two younger brothers who were choking each other on the ground.

"Not until you admit it!" Dick threw a computer mouse at Jason.

Jason ducked, "I can't believe that I am being the rational one here." He threw the computer mouse back at the eighteen year-old.

Dick dove to the ground and grabbed the nearest thing which happened to be a PVC pipe. He threw it and Jason ducked again. He was about to yell something else when-

"Fucking hell!"

Jason and Dick paused to look back at Tim who was clutching his collar bone.

"I didn't even hit you there!" Damian yelled and held up his hands in surrender.

"You didn't do that. That did." He pointed to the discarded PVC pipe, "Where the hell did that come from!?"

Dick and Jason both walked over to him with guilty expressions. Dick more so than Jason.

"That was me," Dick admitted sheepishly, "I was aiming for Jason. It can't be that bad, right?"

Tim chewed on his bottom lip and scrunched his face up in pain.

"Babybird?" Jason sat down next to Tim and moved his hand away from the wound.

"Oh, Fuck."

Tim had a bleeding, jagged cut the size of a pencil running across his collar bone and if that wasn't bad enough, the cut was surrounded by an already forming bruise the size of a baseball.

"Can't be that bad my ass." Jason snarled at Dick and moved out of the way for their Dickhead brother to see.

"Oh my gosh! I am so sorry, Timmy. Hold on, I'll grab the first aid-kit." Dick faced Jason, "Does it look like it needs stitches?" He asked.

Jason touched the cut and saw how Tim winced and more blood spewed out of the wound. He nodded grimly. "Get the Suture Kit and the saline." Dick nodded and went to the med bay.

Jason looked back to Tim and put pressure on the wound, "Sorry." Jason apologized when Tim grunted in pain. All of a sudden, Tim started laughing. Jason looked at his little brother, concerned.

"Are you high, Babybird?" He asked.

"No well, not yet." Tim shook his head, "It's- It's just hard to b-believe that I am now bleeding because of a-an argument over so-soda." He said in between laughs. Jason couldn't help but chuckle at the truth and swore that he saw Damian's lip quirk upward a little.

"Is that a smile, Damian?" Dick asked, finally returning with the Suture Kit. Damian scoffed and Dick handed the suture kit to Jason. "Why are you guys smiling? Last time I checked, only Joker smiles at our pain."

Jason injected Tim with pain medication, handed him pain pills to swallow, grabbed the proper tools and started to stitch Tim's collar bone after cleansing it with the saline. "Yeah, well think about it. If Bruce sees Tim's stitches, what will we tell him? 'Oh, we were just having a war about fucking soda!'"

Dick chuckled.

"How would you do that?" Tim asked, pain killers kicking in. Jason looked at him questionably while still stitching him.

"Do what, Babybird?"

"Fuck soda."

Dick thought about it, "I guess it might be painful if it's still in the can."

"Yeah, and the carbonation will probably burn." Jason told them.

"Tt. Why are we having a conversation on how to shove your dick into a carbonated beverage?" Damian asked.

"Ha!" Damian, Dick and Jason looked at Tim weirdly, "Dick is a penis joke!" Tim yelled.

Dick face-palmed, Jason busted out laughing and Damian scoffed with the trace of a small smirk on his face.

"Yes, Babybird," Jason began, speaking to him as if he were a toddler, "Dick is a penis joke because he is a Dick head."

Dick scowled.

"Alright, I'm done!" Jason announced and placed the tools back into the small plastic container.

"Yay!" Tim yelled and tried to stand up.

"Nope, you're not standing up right now. You're still high." Jason said as he picked Tim up and brought him over to a cot in the corner of the med-bay.

Tim pouted and crossed his arms with a huff, making him look much younger than a thirteen year-old.

Jason brushed Tim's bangs out of his face, "Sleep the drugs off, Babybird." Jason tucked Tim in and left the room quietly with Dick and Damian following.

"Heh…penis joke." Tim mumbled sleepily.

"Damn it!"

A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed the chapter! I have a question; have you started school yet? If you have, tell me which grade you're in, if you're not allowed to, that's fine. If you haven't started yet, tell me when you'll be going. I'm going on August 24 and I am not looking forward to it. If any of you guys have tips for high-school, please tell me.

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P.S: I hope you had fun at summer camp, Kira! :D