Hey there heartbreakerninja here,

so remember how i said one of the robins was a top notch prankster?

well this is the one shot that was born from that random plot bunny that i had unconsciously unleashed.

yeah so this came out of no where but i absolutely love it.

hope you enjoy this crazy oneshot

see ya in the next chapter

heartbreakerninja

No one was aware of what was about to befall them. He had planned every detail out perfectly. Every detail had been looked at, dissected, and reassembled till they were all ironed out to smooth perfection. There was no room for any error. There couldn't possibly be a mistake to be made as he had looked over every possible outcome to his plan. Repercussions on the other hand….well let's just say he could live with those.

Up in the rafters, on a support beam of the living room, he looked down at his unsuspecting victims. Both were unaware of what was being planned for them at that very moment. His "slightly" willing accomplice was waiting in the wings for the signal to begin the attack. All that was left was the perfect timing. As soon as the adults had left the room it was on.

5 minutes later his time had come. Both resident adults had left the room and where nowhere in yelling distance. It was time to make his move.

First the Dog whistles to call his "slightly" willing accomplice to attention. Ace the families guard dog was lying by the patio doors with his head on his paws; right where he wanted him. He brought the dog whistle to his smirking lips and gave a long blow. The effect was immediate. Ace was up on his feet in seconds looking for who had made the call. The other occupants in the room looked up at the dog with confusion. Looking around they didn't see anything wrong and went back to what they had been doing before; shrugging off as Ace overreacting to something. Up in the rafters their soon to be terrorizer grinned with unrestrained glee.

Again he brought the dog whistle to his lips; this time giving two short blows before one long one. Ace again reacted immediately. Giving a great bound he tore through the living room like a streak of lightning. This surprised the two "victims" enough for them to yelp as again Ace came tearing through the living room at break neck speed before turning to jump right over the couch. Before either could react the guard dog came back though the living room only to stop dead in his tracks and flop back down as if nothing had just occurred. The two "victims" sat there just blinking; not totally comprehending what had happened.

Before either could comment on it though Ace again was to his feet. He then began to chase his tail as fast as he could go before stopping, turning and chasing it in the opposite direction. Then without warning he stopped and sat down. To say the least the occupants in the room were dumbfounded. They couldn't make heads or tails of what was going on with Ace. On Ace's part he acted like everything was normal and nothing strange was going on. Up in the rafters though, the third occupant in the room covered his mouth with his hand to keep from cracking up.

He was just about to blow on the dog whistle again when another one of his usual victims came through the patio doors in an angry huff causing the other occupants in the room to momentarily forget about Ace's behavior in favor of the visibly steamed broad shouldered teen.

"Um what's wrong Jason you don't looked happy about something?" The oldest of the 3 original occupants of the room asked. Jason gave him a pained look before speaking.

"Someone took my bike and replaced it with a girl's bright pink one. Does anyone know how embarrassing it is to be seen riding a girl's pink bike home from baseball practice? It was humiliating! And to top it off it had a horn that would continue to go off every 10 feet!" Jason raged while the others tried not to laugh.

"Well it could have been worse." The younger of the two original victims stated only to get an angry glare from his "older brother" that clearly stated that he couldn't believe that.

"And how, Tim, would you say that it could have been any worse then everyone in the school seeing me ride home on a pink bike?" Jason remarked snarkly. Before Tim could snap back Ace was again to his feet and running in circles around Jason's legs effectively pinning him to where he stood. Jason gave a dumbfounded look at the dog before looking at the other teen in the room.

"Dick what is Ace doing?" Jason asked. Dick shrugged helplessly.

"I haven't the slightest idea; he's been like that for the last 20 minutes. Sitting down normally one minute then doing something off the wall the next. It's like he's possessed." Dick answered with another helpless shrug.

"Well where's his dog whistle at that Bruce has been training him w—" And it was as if a light bulb went off in Jason's mind. "Dick; where is Damian at this moment?" Damian froze from his position in the rafters. Whoops maybe he shouldn't have done the bike trade on the same day as the Crazy Ace plan.

With the grace and stealth of any self-respecting sidekick/prankster; Damian started to slowly move across the support beam and to the safety of the shadows. Unfortunately for Damian, Jason just happened to think to look up. Damian froze before smiling evilly. Before anyone could stop him he blew through the dog whistle one more. Ace froze from his circling around Jason before barreling through him and then bounding over top of Tim, knocking them both to the floor with a thud. Damian used the momentary distraction to make his get way. He didn't get far before a hand grasped around his ankle pulling him down into a pair of strong skinny arms. He had forgotten about Dick.

Dick dragged the surprised Damian down from the rafters, but in the struggle he ended up on the floor between Jason and Tim who were still on the floor now staring daggers at Damian. Dick had only a few seconds to think "Oh snap", before he had had to stick a foot in the air to keep a lunging Jason from tackling a squirming Damian; while balancing on the other knee. Unfortunately in his attempt to keep Jason from killing Damian he ended up putting himself and Damian slightly over Tim. Somehow during this, Tim now had a hold of Damian's hair to push him back to keep Damian from smashing Tim with a lamp. Dick didn't even know how that came about. Right then he was too busy trying to keep Jason from getting any closer into getting a hold of Damian.

Tying to get more ground Jason grabbed a hold of Dick's shirt. By this time Dick had almost had enough. But even then Dick tried to be the peace keeper as usual….Well somewhat anyways.

"Jason! Come on let go of my shirt!"

"Like Heck I'm letting go! The Kid stole my Bike Grayson! Get him Tim!"

"Jason he's Just a kid! Tim lets act our age for once—"

"Say that to my face again Tim!"

"What afraid I'm right Damian and Bruce just lets you hang around out of some parental obligation?"

"Really Tim? ENOUGH!"

"He's a dead kid, that's what he is! And Stop touching my shirt with your dirty boot Dick!"

"Uh not until you back off! Tim! Damian! Come on stop trying to kill each other!"

"Is that so Tim? Then why does Grayson prefer to be around me and not you?"

"You brat! That's it you are so dead Damian!"

"Damian you are not helping your situation! Tim he's just trying to get a rise out of you calm down! Jason would you let go of my shirt! If you rip it so help me I'll—"

"You'll what? Go cry to Bruce or Barbara?"

"Jason seriously quit it! Is this really necessary over a bike! It's probably hidden somewhere in the garage!"

"It is necessary! The kid needs to be taught a lesson! Now MOVE!"

Dick growled, completely frustrated and fed up with his three brothers. Yes Damian pulled a prank. But it was pretty harmless and he was just a kid. Should he say he's sorry? Yes that does not entail getting beaten up by his two older brothers.

The four brothers continued to wrestle on the floor with neither side getting any leverage over the other. This is the way Stephanie found them. She stood there in shock for a few moments trying to figure out exactly how this got started. After a gathering a few shreds of the words being growled at each other she got the gist.

Rolling her eyes she walked out of the room, grumbling about boys and their stupid issues, as she went to find Bruce so he could separate them.

She was though immensely glad that this occurred in the living room and not the Bat Cave with all the weapons lying around. The boys wouldn't intentionally harm each other but they weren't above "accidently" maiming each other.

Rolling her eyes again she sighed helplessly as she went off in search of the one person in the house that could get the boys to straighten out real quick.

Of course that didn't mean it would end quietly.

"Jason you're going to rip my shirt! Tim let go of Damian's hair! Damian let go of the lamp! Really isn't that a little unnecessary!"

"It's completely necessary!" Came the cry that followed Stephanie down the hall.

Yep. Bruce was gonna love this.