Bruce: 42

Dick: 23

Lilly: 19

Jason: 17

Tim: 13

Rooftop Tag

"Aren't you glad we talked Tim into going out with Bruce tonight?" Dick questioned from my right.

"Don't pretend you'd rather be in a stuffy monkey suit than be out here on patrol." I countered. Last week Bruce had told us all over dinner that the Wayne family had been invited to a galley opening downtown. Almost immediately Tim was bouncing with excitement. He'd never been to a gallery opening. Dick and I had shared a knowing look across the table, silently plotting Tim's demise. Once dinner had concluded we'd cornered Timmy and talked him into going to the gallery opening with Bruce alone. Bruce, who had suspected mine and Dick's plot, accepted Tim's offer on one condition. If Tim was going to along with Bruce, Dick and I were to go on patrol alone that night.

At first Dick and I had enjoyed our night together. Things had started out slow without a thug, mugger or super villain in sight. But then we had a big drug bust on the east end. The drug cartel we busted was of course spearheaded by our darling little brother Jason. Dick and I had cuffed the dealer and most of his lackeys before calling Gordon to deal with the shipment.

Now we were perched on top of the Wayne Enterprises building searching for our crimson and black clad little bro.

"Like you'd rather be in one of those puffy dresses that Alfred usually picks out for you?" Dick asked arching an eyebrow.

"They're not that bad." I argued. "Except that one he picked out for that movie premier last month."

"The yellow and red one?" He seemed to remember.

"Yeah. Alfred thought Wally would like it because it was yellow and red like his KF suit." I sighed. "As you and Barb saw it was a train wreck."

"It wasn't that bad!" Dick chuckled.

"Bad enough that Barbara insisted I never let Alfred go shopping for me alone again."

"I still think she just said that because you're her favorite person to shop for." A broad grin filled my older brother's face as he remembered Barbara's comment from the previous Christmas.

"That was almost a year ago Richard." I laughed at the childishness of the comment. "Besides she was my Best Friend long before she was your girlfriend." I reminded.

"Like either of you'd ever let me forget that." He said with a smirk. I smiled back before looking down at the city.

"Look Red Hood's obviously not in this part of town so..."

"Rooftop Tag?"

"What?" I asked whipping my head in his direction.

"Are you up for a game of Rooftop Tag?" Rooftop Tag was a game Dick and I had invented as kids. It was, as the name implied, your basic game of tag just over rooftops. Over the years we added a few rules which always seemed to benefit Dick. The most recent rule change turned it into more of a challenge. One of us would perform a complicated move or trick and the other would try and follow. A failed trick lost you the game. We hadn't played it in years and I was surprised he'd even remembered Rooftop Tag. Then again they didn't call him "The Boy Wonder" for nothing.

"Alright Nightwing, you're on!" I agreed tagging him before tuning and jumping straight off the roof. I landed safely on the next roof about 20 feet below. I heard Dick's feet clang down safely next to mine.

"That was easy!" He laughed before launching himself at a roof to our left and landing on his hands. I seamlessly repeated the trick and then balanced myself on one hand.

"I think you're losing your touch Nightbird!" I called before doing a serious of backflips away from him. I then launched myself in the air, rolled once and landed safely on a third roof. Of course my former acrobat of a brother easily accomplished the maneuver.

"Maybe you're the one losing their touch Batgirl!" Dick smiled as he rolled by on a series of cart wheels. He then tagged me from behind. Breaking out into a full run Dick launched himself off the roof, tucked himself into a triple summersault and landed on a roof several yards away.

"Your turn unless your wings are clipped!" He called back playfully. Show off. I grumbled at him in my head. All the same, I backed up a few paces taking off at a run, just as Dick had done. I even successfully pulled off the triple summersault. But when I reached the other roof there was a defining crunch and my foot gave out from under me.

"Shit." I bellowed out into the dark.

"Batgirl!" Dick cried out as he rushed forward to save me from a tumble off the roof. "What happened? What's wrong?"

"I think I twisted my ankle." I said looking up at him. He looked down at my feet and even through his mask I could tell his face had twisted.

"Uh I think you did a bit more than twist it." He answered.

"Alfred's gonna kill me." I grumbled finally looking down at my ankle.