When Dick and Roy get stuck babysitting Jason and Connor. Dick is 16. Roy is 18. Jason and Connor are twelve.

Chapter 45: Operation SWOB

Dick's POV

I opened the door to find Oliver, Roy, and Connor. Bruce and Oliver had some rich, business, charity thing to go to tonight in Gotham. And Roy and I were going to babysit our younger brothers.

"Hey, Connor!" Jason screamed from behind me.

"Hey, Jason!" Connor screamed from in front of me before running inside.

"Dick, remember, no patrol, don't burn down my house, don't let Jason near sugar, don't open the door, leave the door locked, don't leave the house, nothing rated R, call me if anything goes wrong, don't-"

"Bruce! I know what to do. We'll be fine." I replied shoving him out of the door as Roy shoved Oliver out of the door.

"Ugh, parents are so annoying." I exclaimed.

"Try living with a mom and a sister. It's worse."

"I guess you win… you wanna watch TV?"

"Yeah. Hey, can we go ahead and order the pizza?"

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Jason's POV

Connor and I laid out our carefully made plans. This is going to be awesome!

"Okay. Operation SWOB is now in effect."

"And what does that stand for again?" Connor asked.

"Screw with our brothers. Duh, Connor… Now, we are going to initiate step one."

Connor smiled darkly as we reached for the vials of fake blood that I made in the cave earlier. "This is going to be awesome! The freak-out phase!"

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Dick's POV

Roy and I jumped off of the couch and ran towards Jason's room. We both heard our little brothers screaming for help.

"Jason!" I screamed.

"Connor!" Roy yelled.

Bursting through his door, I screamed when I saw Jason lying on the floor covered in blood. Oh God. Jay. He was on his back lying still. A deep slash covered his throat. Connor was lying in the same position.

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Jason's POV

Connor and I winked at each other as we heard Dick and Roy immediately start crying and screaming our names. I almost felt bad for them. Almost.

"Jay. No." Dick whispered, kneeling beside me.

I squinted and stole a look towards Connor. He was in Roy's arms, trying not to laugh as Roy cried over him.

Okay this has gone on long enough. We need to move on to phase two, the splish-splash phase. Propping myself up, I started laughing as Connor did the same.

"Oh my God, Roy! You should have seen your face!" Connor laughed.

"We got you guys good!" I added as the looks of anguish quickly disappeared from their faces.

"Jason, I am going to kill you!" Dick yelled at me.

"Connor, you little shit!" Roy screamed at him.

"Calm down, it was just a joke."

"A joke! What kind of joke is that!" Roy screamed.

"Watch, the second one gets better." I replied as Connor and I jumped up and ran out of the room.

We could hear them chasing us. Ha! They're falling right into our trap!

"Faster! They're gaining!" I yelled to Connor.

Running out of the back door and over to the nearest tree, Connor dropped out of sight behind it. He pulled the fishing line up. Dick and Roy soon followed us outside. They both sprinted in my direction once they caught sight of me.

"Connor! Now!" I yelled.

He jerked on the fishing line and caused Dick and Roy to trip over it. They both rolled downhill and headed straight for the pool.

We high-fived once we heard two separate splashes. Oh man, this is awesome!

"Hurry, we have to get back upstairs before they do!"

We both ran for Dick's room. I tossed Connor a can of itching powder. "Put it in all of Dick's jeans. I'll get his boxers!"

"Now initiating phase three, under my skin!" Connor replied.

Soon we heard footsteps nearing us. I flipped the lights off. "Quick, get under the bed." I whispered urgently.

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Dick's POV

I was boiling with anger by the time I surfaced. I am going to kill him. We waded over to the side of the pool and pulled ourselves up.

"Come on, Roy. Let's get changed. And then we'll kill them."

"Sounds good… Bruce wouldn't happen to have any open graves in that family cemetery would he?"

"I'm sure we'll find out." I replied as we reached my room.

I grabbed a couple of pairs of jeans from my dresser and tossed one of them to Roy. "Here, you can borrow a pair of mine until yours dries."

"Thanks, dude." He replied before sliding them on. "Where do you think the brats are?"

"I have a feeling they're close, but I'm not sure."

"Yeah, well-"

Roy stopped shortly as his hands flew down his pants.

"Roy?"

"Holy shit!"

"What's wrong… oh my God!" I yelled as my hands flew down my jeans.

Jason's POV

Connor and I bust out laughing as we watched them jumping around, scratching themselves. It was hilarious. After snapping a picture, we scrambled to get out of the room and away from them.

"Dude, that was awesome!" I shouted as we high-fived!

"Oh yeah! But, now we have to be more careful. They're really mad now." Connor added.

"Relax. All we have to do is hold out until our dads get home. Then they can't touch us."

"You're right… Now we move on to phase four, pizza poison."

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Connor and I bent down behind some thick bushes at the entrance to the grounds. Soon the pizza would be here.

"Okay, so I'm gonna distract him, while you put the laxative into the pizza." Connor whispered.

"Precisely." I replied before taking out a bottle of laxative, courtesy of Alfred's medical cabinet.

"Connor, quick! The pizza's here!" I whispered.

The pizza delivery car pulled into our driveway. Connor jumped out of the bushes and leapt onto the hood of the car and slid off, moaning in "pain."

Immediately the car slammed on brakes and the freaked out pizza guy jumped out and knelt over Connor as I crept out of my hiding spot over to the open car door. Opening the box, I was overwhelmed by the smell of cheesy goodness. I inhaled the heavenly scent for a moment before sacrificing the food. It had to be done. This is an important cause.

"Oh my God! I've killed a kid!" the teenager exclaimed and buried his face in his hands.

"I can see the light." Connor feebly whispered and started groping towards some unknown force before continuing to moan in pain.

I rolled my eyes. Connor, you're overdoing it... I whistled; giving him the signal that I was finished.

"Um, I'm feeling a lot better. It's a miracle! Thanks for your support fellow citizen." Connor replied before jumping up and racing towards me, leaving the stunned teen staring at us.

Hiding ourselves under the couch, we waited for Dick to get the door. This is going to be great!

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Dick's POV

"I cannot believe they put itching powder in my boxers and jeans! I am going to break Jason in half!" I growled as Roy and I changed back into our damp clothes.

"When I get my hands on Connor, I'm going to use him for target practice." Roy growled. "Dude, my ass still itches."

"Yeah, well-" I broke off the doorbell rang. Pizza's here!

"Hurry, we have to get to the pizza before Jason and Connor get there! They might poison it or something!"

Jason's POV

Soon, Dick and Jason stampeded down the stairs to get the pizza. Connor and I traded miles as they quickly dug in.

"Hey, Dick?" Roy asked between mouthfuls.

"Hmm?"

"Don't you think it's a little weird that we haven't seen the gremlins in a while?"

"Now that you mention it, it is a little weird. Do you think they're hiding or something?"

"I'm not sure. They might-" Dick stated before he doubled over and clutched at his stomach.

"Dick! Are you oka-" Roy paused as he doubled over. He and Dick exchanged glances before trampling each other for the closest bathroom.

Connor and I crawled out of our hiding spot and we burst out laughing.

"Oh man, that was great! Did you see their faces!" Connor exclaimed.

"Yeah! That was hilarious!" I added. "Okay now we gotta get ready for phase five, a grave surprise."

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I tossed Connor a flashlight before we headed towards the cemetery. It was like almost a mile from the house.

"Um, Jason? Don't you think it's kinda creepy that you guys have a cemetery on the property? I mean, us locking our brothers inside a tomb might be taking it a little too far."

"Chill Connor. It's not like its haunted or anything. Besides, Dick and Roy will be fine."

I swallowed the lump in my throat and took a step closer to Connor as the cemetery came into view. A full moon, fog, dead people, and an eerie silence added to the atmosphere. Okay, this is creepy.

"Jason, let's just skip this step."

"No way! We've planned this for too long and we'll follow it through! We're Robin and Speedy now! We're not afraid of anything!"

"Okay, let's do this."

Together we pried open one of the mausoleums and we stepped inside. The coffin was in the dead center with Civil War muskets and knives hanging on the walls. Who are these people!

"Um, Jason? Can we pick one without weapons?" Connor asked nervously.

"Um, okay." I replied.

We turned towards the door and found it to be shut. Oh my God! Slamming our shoulders into the door, it still wouldn't budge. Oh my God! Oh my God!

"Jason?" Connor whispered as our flashlights suddenly died.

"Connor?" I whispered back as we suddenly clutched at each other.

"There's no such things as ghosts right?"

I let out a nervous laugh. "Yeah, they're not real." I hope.

"Should we call for help?"

"You do realize that they'll kill us if they find us?" I reminded him before we both turned and started beating on the door.

"Dick! Help!"

"Roy! Help me!"

We stopped as we heard howling.

"Jason!"

"Connor!" I yelled as we clutched each other tightly.

The howling got closer and a scratching noise was suddenly heard from the door.

"We're gonna die! We're gonna be eaten by a werewolf!" Connor exclaimed.

"Connor, I'm sorry I broke your bow and blamed it on Chris!"

"Jason, I'm sorry I broke your PlayStation and blamed it on Chris!"

"You broke my PlayStation!" I yelled.

"Does it matter? We're about to die!"

The howling soon turned into whining and the scratching increased. Wait a minute, howling, scratching, whining? Ace?

"Ace?" I called out softly.

I received a bark in response. Oh thank God! Dick's stupid dog!

"Ace! Go get Dick!"

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Dick's POV

"Dick, I am never babysitting with you ever again." Roy stated as we laid on the couch moaning.

"Yeah." I replied.

I groaned as Ace jumped up on me, barking.

"No, Ace. No play right now." I said, pushing my dog off of me.

Yet the dog continued barking before running up the stairs to Jason's room. Soon Ace returned with sheet of paper and jumped on me again. I pulled the document from his mouth and unrolled it.

"Roy! Look at this!"

He moved closer to me and read, "Operation SWOB? What the hell is that?"

"I'm not sure. A grave surprise? What's… I think I know where they are."

We grabbed a couple of flashlights before heading out with Ace.

"Roy, you don't think they're seriously hurt, do you?" I asked nervously as we approached the family graveyard.

"Come on, Dick. We're not that lucky." He answered as the graveyard came into view. "Dude, this graveyard is creepy as shit. How do you sleep at night?"

"I guess I don't think about it… Do you hear crying?"

"Oh good. They've saved us the trouble of burying them. Let's go back to the house."

"Roy, we can't just leave them."

"They're perfectly safe, Dick."

"Roy."

"Fine… Connor where the hell are you!" Roy shouted.

"Roy! We're over here!" Connor pleaded.

"Dick! Help!" Jason screamed pitifully from inside a crypt.

We hurried over to where they were and pried the door open. We were met by two tearstained little brothers, who quickly leapt into our arms.

"You okay, Little Wing?" I whispered to Jason, who nodded.

"Thanks." He muttered into my chest.

"I'll always come for you."

"I know… you can let go of me now."

"Oh, little brother, if I let go, you might try to run away. And we haven't had payback yet." I replied as Jason's eyes grew wide.

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Jason's POV

Connor and I swapped nervous glances as Roy finished tying him to a kitchen chair. Dick suddenly skipped into the room with a box in his arms.

"Jason and Connor, welcome to Operation TOLB; Torture our little brothers."

"Phase one, make-up." Roy replied, lifting a case of make-up out of the box and placing it on the table. "courtesy of Alfred never cleaning out the attic."

"Phase two, scissors. You two are overdue for a haircut." Dick said, while pulling two pairs of scissors out of the box and placing it alongside the case.

"Phase three, costumes." Roy replied while pulling out two of the girliest dresses that he could find from the attic, along with a can of itching powder and high heels.

"Phase four, dinner." Dick replied, taking two bottles of prune juice and their left over pizza from the box.

"And phase five is that you two go in the box." Roy replied darkly.

I pulled against my restraints as Dick approached me with a tube of lipstick. "Dickie, please! I'm sorry!" I pleaded.

"I know you are, Jay. Now, hold still. If you make me mess up, I'll have to do it again." He replied.

"Roy, please just let me go! It was just a joke! I won't do it again! I swear!" Connor pleaded.

"Shut up, Connor! Take it like a man!" Roy ordered.

"Dick, Jason! I'm home!" Bruce called out as the door opened.

"Roy, Connor! Come on, time to go!" Oliver called out.

"Daddy! Help!" Connor and I screamed.

Soon, our dads burst into the kitchen and stared in shock at Roy and Dick.

"Richard John Grayson-Wayne! What are you doing!" Bruce yelled.

"Roy William Harper-Queen! What do you think you're doing!" Oliver shouted.

A sigh of relief escaped my lips. Saved again by Daddy-Bats.

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And by the way, I'm working on a new story about how Bruce, Oliver, and a few others became fathers. I'll be publishing it soon :)