Dick was halfway out the window when something grabbed the back of his shirt and hauled him back inside.

"Really dude?" Danny said as he put Dick back on his feet.

"Umm…"

"I don't really care what you're doing man, but you can't just sneak out. You gotta tell one of us. Dani is always up for an adventure, she'll go with you wherever you want to go. And you can use the door."

"Uh…" Dick honestly just wanted to move around. Alfred banned him from gymnastics in the house halls and large rooms yesterday so he was going do some outside, since Jason was hogging the gym, but how did Danny get up here that fast?

Danny put his hands on his hips, "Are you going somewhere or are you staying home?"

"Staying home?"

"Alright," Danny turned to leave, "don't even try jumping out that window the second I turn a corner."

Which Dick did. Because now Danny turned this into a challenge. Dick wasn't even halfway out the window when Danny grabbed him around the waist to pull him inside. Dick pouted and slumped in Danny's arms. Danny simply shut the window and carried Dick back to the main floor like Dick was a disgruntled cat.

Tim's head thunked down onto the table. Dani took a sip of her juice, "You alright there buddy?"

"I crave the sweet release of death," Tim muttered into the wood.

"What happened?"

"Bruce took away my work laptop. And my backup work laptop. And my work tablet. And also all my personal devices including my phone."

Dani huffed a laugh into her drink, "You grounded or something?"

There was the sound of a chair scraping the floor and a plate being placed on the table, "No, Tim is just a workaholic." That was Duke. Duke was always far too cheery for eleven o'clock in the morning. "Alfred says the stress of work will increase the amount of time his body needs to heal his leg. And no one likes dealing with a sick Tim."

"He also took away my coffee privileges!" Tim groaned into the tabletop, "They've taken everything I love away from me."

"Hey, maybe you can finally get on a sleep schedule."

"Shut up Duke. You and your magical sleep schedule that fixes everything."

Duke ignored Tim in favor of his food. There was shuffling from Dani's side of the table and then something being slid across the table to him. Tim lifted his head up after it hit him. It looked like a granola bar.

"Here. It's got ninety grams of caffeine in it. 'You're not you when you're hungry', or in this case undercaffeinated. Insomnia can be a real bitch."

Tim picked up the bar as though it was a holy artifact, "You, Dani-with-a-I, are my savior."

"What is Drake blubbering on about?" Damian asked as he entered the room. Tim was too focused on inhaling his new food to care.

"That Dani is his favorite person in this house. He looks ready to propose marriage to her."

Tim looked up at Duke and Dani's laughter in time to see Damian's scandalized face.

Jason was making his way to the other side of the house bored out of his mind when he came across Tucker jumping up and down from the other side of the floor-to-ceiling windows. Jason stopped to watch in confusion. Tucker was clearly getting frustrated when he actually looked through the window and saw Jason watching him. He pointed at Jason and shouted something that didn't make it through the glass. Tucker started making 'get over here' gestures, so Jason walked to the nearest patio door and joined Tucker outside.

"Finally! How tall are you?"

Tucker was out of breath and sweating, clearly tired from all his jumping. On the ground by his feet was a small, opened duffel bag.

"Six two."

Tucker did a small celebratory dance, "Yes! I need your help. Normally one of the Dannies helps me with this but I can't find them. Your house is massive." Tucker placed what looked like a knock-off go-pro camera attached to a suction cup into Jason's hand. "I need you to either jump up or climb up and stick that to the wall. The higher the better."

Jason could easily climb to the roof, but normal people couldn't do that. Jason ran at the wall and put a foot on the windowsill, jumped up, and slapped the camera on a brick. Jason hit the ground and backed up. The camera was eleven or so feet off the ground, and facing the sky. Opps.

"Do you need me to redo that?"

"No. I've got it," Tucker pulled a tablet from the duffel bag and clicked on a app. A set of digital controls and a screen popped up. Jason watched the image on the screen move as Tucker used the controls to rotate the camera so it was facing the way he wanted it.

"Infrared?" Jason asked. Most security cameras he worked with were always night-vision, colored, or black-and-white. Infrared didn't capture details at all.

"Mhm," Tucker hummed, "Infrared captures all the necessary information and displays it easily. I need to see if someone or something is approaching, this allows me to see it if it's camouflaged, invisible, or has already been through. A ninja can't hide in the shadows with infrared."

Tucker handed Jason another camera and started walking, "Alright, I need you to put this one over here."

Jason didn't have anything better to do, so he ended up helping Tucker install cameras for the next hour. Cass ended up joining them halfway through and the three of them turned it into a competition: who can place their camera higher.

It was slightly comical considering Cass was barely five feet herself. Cass and Jason both forcefully leveled out at fifteen feet, having already overshot the limits of normal humans who do not have years of experience in parkour in the name of sibling rivalry.

"What are you doing?"

Tucker screamed and jumped in surprise. Jason and Cass calmly turned around to find Bruce standing behind them. Bruce had his blank face on, but Jason could tell Bruce was amused with the whole situation.

"Competition," Cass said and held her camera out to Bruce. Bruce smiled and ran at the building, slapping the camera at fifteen and a half feet. Show off.

"Wow Mister Wayne," Tucker said, "you can jump awfully high. All my dad did was complain about how much his back hurt when he was your age."

Bruce laughed, "I can't let my kids have all the fun around here. When Dick first got here he called me an old man for not knowing how to do a cartwheel. I was twenty-six."

Jason snorted and Cass smiled. Jason would bet that happened in the first week.

"Being twenty-six, I refused to be shown up by a ten year old. And then it kind of spiraled over the years. I used to be able to do a back-hand spring."

"Lies and slander!"

Everyone looked up to see Dick on the balcony, "He could never do a proper back-hand spring!"