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First official Batman fic, so we'll see how it goes. :) Enjoy:

Truth or Dare, Bat Style

Day 1: June 2: Homecoming

Tim Drake watched as Alfred disappeared into the Batcave before moving towards the family room of the Wayne mansion. He was lugging his suitcase behind him and was inwardly cursing his blonde friend for forcing him to do this. The sixteen year old hadn't seen his adoptive family in about a year and once his best friend had heard about that, she immediately bought him a one-way ticket to Gotham City. And now here he was: about to spend his entire summer with his annoying, dysfunctional family.

The sight that he saw as he entered the family room did not surprise Tim in the least: Dick Grayson, his oldest brother, was lounging on one of the couches while texting someone who Tim guessed to be Roy, Barbara Gordon was sitting a little way off at the cherry wood table with her eyes darting between the book she was reading and the silver laptop that she had open in front of her, Jason Todd was polishing one of his 'babies' by the window (it appeared to Tim that the older boy was just waiting for a deer to come out of the woods so that he could shoot it with his 'baby'), Cassandra Cain was doing some sort of yoga on a mat that was located on the right of the room where there was less furniture, Ulysses Armstrong was playing a violent video game on the big screen TV –there was a smirk on his face so Tim assumed that he was winning or that he had just killed someone in an explosion, Stephanie Brown was flipping through a magazine while lounging on the comfy loveseat and chatting cheerfully on her pink Blackberry, and the youngest, Damian Wayne, was huddled in an armchair and writing something hurriedly into a notebook that Tim was pretty sure was labeled: 'Plans to kill Tim'.

"What a warm welcome," Tim commented sarcastically, trying to get their attention.

"Whatever," Jason gave his automatic reply without turning around or even noticing his younger brother standing in the door way.

"Nice to know I'm so loved," Tim sighed as he rolled his eyes, wondering why he had allowed Courtney to talk him into coming here.

"Hey, Tim," Dick lifted a lazy hand in greeting then shot up, shoving his phone into the couch before running towards his younger brother and pulling him into a tight hug. "TIM! I haven't seen you in months! I was so worried, dammit! Don't ever disappear like that again!"

Tim manage to wiggle himself out of the older boy's grip, noticing that the TV was now muted, Stephanie's conversation had ended, and he now had the whole family's attention. "I didn't disappear. I went off to boarding school. Bruce wanted that."

"You didn't have to go!" Dick exclaimed, "There are a lot of things that Bruce wants but we don't do! Right, Jason?"

Jason just shrugged a little before turning his attention back to his gun and the window. "Hey, Tim, what's the population of deer in these woods?"

"How should I know?" Tim rolled his eyes, annoyed.

"I thought you were the smart one," Jason shot back, accusingly.

"Shut it, Jason," Barbara gave him a small punch to the arm before giving Tim a quick hug. Cassandra and Stephanie also moved in and gave him hugs before the three girls began to speak in hushed tones about how Tim had grown, how his rugged, spiky hair didn't really seem like the Tim they used to know, how he seemed to have more muscles, and how his black graphic tee, leather jacket, and black skinny jeans made it seem that he was on the edge between emo and bad boy.

Tim's eyes moved away from the girls and landed on Ulysses who was staring at him with cold eyes and a smirk as if to say, 'the war begins.' The two always had an enemy relationship ever since Ulysses had first stolen Jason's Red Hood. Shaking his head with a sigh, although a smirk was firmly placed on his lips, Tim tore his gaze from other sixteen year old boy and to the fourteen year old boy who had quickly shoved his notebook under the couch cushion and was now looking at him innocently. Scoffing, he commented, "Demon child."

"Nice to see you, too, Drake," Damian replied with a tone that indicated that he was up to something.

"So what's everyone doing?" Tim asked, turning back to Dick questioningly.

Dick let out a deep groan, "NOTHING! This has been so boring! You'd think that with a bunch of teens and young adults there would be a party! But no! You know, we've been here for three days and we've done nothing! We caught up and did everything that we wanted to do on the first half day and now here we are! With absolutely nothing to do!"

Suddenly Damian had a far too innocent look on his face, "Since Timmy is here, why don't we play a game?"

"A game?" Cassandra inquired, raising an eyebrow as she stared at the younger boy. "Like what?"

Damian offered a small shrug, "Truth or Dare."

Jason made a face of disgust as he whipped his head around to glare at his little brother, "No! That's lame!"

"Maybe not," Tim said thoughtfully, everyone's shocked eyes turned to him. They were all surprised that he was agreeing with Damian since he did hate the younger boy for trying to kill him on several occasions. "Even I can't believe that I'm agreeing with the demon child, but we should play Truth or Dare, but not the traditional kind. No, we should play the Bat Way."

"The Bat Way?" Stephanie crossed her arms, now she was raising an eyebrow in question at Tim.

Tim nodded, "The goal of the game is to get the others to not answer the question or do the dare. So you have to make the dares hard and the questions really intimate. You use this dice to choose the person that you get to dare/ question." He pulled an eight sided dice. "This has the name of each of us on one side."

"I'm not gonna ask you why you have that ready to go," Jason gave the younger boy a look.

"If you refuse to do the dare/ tell the truth, you lose a point and get a punishment. If you make someone refuse, then you get a point. At the end of the game, we'll sum up the points and see who wins," Tim continued.

"So what's the punishment?" Stephanie inquired, thinking that this game could be fun and potentially harmless if the boys didn't decide to do something stupid during it.

"Good question. Here's where it gets fun. You have to wear this in the mansion for two hours," Tim reached into his suitcase and pulled out an oversized blue T-shirt. He held it up for the others to see the giant S symbol on the front. Everyone paled immediately and gasped.

"That's suicide," Damian finally let out.

"And why the hell do you have that?" Dick demanded.

Tim shrugged before stuffing the T-shirt away, "For times like this. Anyways, are you guys too chicken to play?"

"I'm in," Jason replied without any hesitation. No one called him a chicken and got away with it.

"Why not?" Barbara shrugged, speaking for the other two girls who just nodded their agreement. Moments later Damian, Ulysses, and Dick were all on board and the Bat game of Truth or Dare was about to begin.

"So who gets to go first?" Cassandra asked as they all settled down onto the couches and armchairs, sitting in a sort of circle.

"How about oldest first?" Tim suggested with a mild shrug. "It doesn't really matter."

"Sure, we'll go with the oldest," Barbara decided for them.

"So who's the oldest?" Dick inquired and then felt the glares of the rest of his brothers, sisters, and Barbara on him. "Oh, right! That's me!" He took the dice from Tim who was sitting on the couch next to him and rolled it on the glass coffee table. It landed on Damian. "Okay, Damian, truth or dare."

Deciding to start with the easier one, Damian picked truth. "Okay, so what's really in that black notebook of yours?"

Damian raised an eyebrow at Dick before sharing a long glare with Tim. "Is that the best you can come up with?"

"What?" Dick looked annoyed, "I just really wanted to know, gosh."

Sighing, Damian took the notebook from under the couch and showed it to them before flipping through it for his siblings to see, "It's not much of a secret. It's my plans to kill Tim."

There was an awkward moment as Dick stared at Damian then at Tim, both of which were glaring icily at each other. "Alright...Damian, your turn." Dick tossed the dice at the younger boy who broke his glare and barely managed to catch the small object. Rolling it, he got Jason.

"Truth or dare, Jason," there was an evil smirk on the younger boy's lips and Jason wondered for a brief moment which one would end up hurting him more.

"Dare," Jason finally said, not wanting to seem like a wimp.

"Wise choice," Damian smirked wider. "Okay, I dare you to prank call Bruce."

"No," Jason refused, paling.

"Jason gets to wear the shirt!" Dick and Tim cheered with grins while Jason glared at them coldly. The dark haired boy tried to balance his options: would Bruce kill him more for bothering him in a meeting or for wearing a Superman shirt in his house? The latter one would probably be much more deadly so he went with the former.

"Screw it," Jason let out a deep, brave breath. "Give me the phone."

Stephanie handed him the wireless phone, "What's he supposed to say?" Her question was directed towards Damian who merely shrugged.

"How about, Superman is in town?"

Jason seemed to pale even more than before. "Now, that's just cruel!"

"You agreed to the game so you have to do it," Tim pointed out.

"Whatever," Jason grumbled, punching each number into the phone with exaggerated force. Clearing his throat, he waited for the secretary to pick up.

"Wayne Enterprise, how can I help you?"

"This is an urgent call for Mr. Wayne." Jason's voice was even deeper than usual as he glared at the others who were all trying to hold back their chuckles.

"Mr. Wayne is in a meeting right now, can I take a message?"

"NO!" Jason bellowed, trying hard not to laugh himself. "I need to talk to him NOW! DO you hear me, woman, NOW!"

"Yes, sir!" the lady on the other side sounded hurried and surprised as Jason guessed she was scrambling out of her comfortable leather seat and to the conference room. Putting his hand on the part of the phone where you speak into, Jason smirked at the others, "Why did Bruce hire her again?"

"Hello?" Now came the deep voice of their adoptive dad. He didn't seem upset to the naked eye/ ear but they knew him well enough that he was definitely pissed beyond belief.

"Mr. Wayne, I'm calling to inform you that Superman is in Gotham City."

"Ulysses is that you?"

"Why would you assume that my name is Ulysses?" Jason turned and gave a frightened look to his partners in crime who returned it with scared and regretful looks of their own.

"I have caller ID."

"Oh, then, yeah, it's Ulysses," Jason quickly hung up the phone just as Ulysses punched him in the arm hard.

"Dude, why did you do that? I'm already on probation for the last time that I prank called his office!" Ulysses complained.

"Whatever," Jason said once more, by now the word had become a trademark term for him. Snatching the dice from Damian, he rolled it and got Stephanie. "Truth or dare?"

Stephanie thought about it for a few moments before taking a risk and going with dare.

"I dare you to shave your hair off."

The blonde let out a small yelp as her hands moved to her golden locks. "You can't make me! Do you know how long it took to grow this out!"

"You could always wear the shirt," Tim suggested while waving the blue garment in her face.

"Fine," Stephanie snatched the shirt without hesitation. As she took off her pink jacket, she asked, "How long again?"

"Two hours. Which is just enough time for Bruce to see you in it."

"And then he'll be pissed at you and not me!" Ulysses cheered with a small amount of happiness pushing through to the surface.

"I hate you all," Stephanie stated as she pulled the large shirt over head and over black long sleeved shirt. She scrunched her face up in disgust, "Eww, when was the last time you washed this?"

Tim allowed a small shrug, "I don't know, wanna call Clark and ask him?"

"You mean..." Cassandra trailed off as she stared wide eyed at the younger boy.

"YOU GOT THAT FROM CLARK KENT!" Jason and Dick yelled simultaneously.

"Not really." When those words escaped his lips, everyone let out a sigh of relief. It was one thing wearing Superman's symbol around the manor, but wearing his scent as well would get you a one way ticket to the cemetery. "Technically, I stole it from his apartment."

Everyone in the room paled but Damian spoke up, "Hey genius, what'll happen when you have to wear it."

"I won't have to wear it," Tim replied with a smirk, "because there's nothing that you can ask me or make me do that can make me cower with fear. Oh and remember, even if you do dare me to do something I don't want to do, I know everything about you, your fears, your crushes, your emotions, etc. You get me, I will get you back twenty times worse. Just keep that in mind."

"This kid's ruthless," was the thought that went through all of their minds but what they said was, "Damn, he's just like Batman!"

"Okay," Tim smiled widely, "I believe it's Stephanie's turn!"

Stephanie was about to roll the dice when the door of the family room was thrown open to reveal a glaring Bruce Wayne and behind him was Alfred who was giving the kids a look that said, "You've done it know."

"Ulysses Armstrong, how man-" Bruce began the lecture when his eyes caught sight of what Stephanie was wearing. He swallowed hard, "What the hell are you wearing?"

Stephanie attempted to grab for a pillow to hide the S from Bruce but Damian snatched it from the couch before she could even reach for it. Tim leaned in and whispered in her ear, "Oh, and you can't tell him you're wearing it because of the game." He gave her a final sadistic smile before standing up and smiling sweetly at Bruce.

"I'm home!" he fanned out his arms and motioned for Bruce to give him a hug.

"Stephanie, Cassandra, Ulysses, Jason, Dick, and Damian," Bruce began, ignoring Tim. "You're all grounded tonight. Barbara, please leave. You can come back tomorrow."

"Yes, sir," Barbara grabbed her stuff before running to the exit.

"What about Tim?" Dick inquired, annoyed. "He started it."

"He just got home," Bruce gave the older boy a look that said be mature. Tim stuck his tongue at Dick deviously behind Bruce's back.

Dick stomped his foot on the carpet before mumbling complaints under his breath before he stomped up to his room. The rest of his brothers and sisters filed behind him to their own rooms, all seriously pissed and feeling played by Tim.

Only now did Bruce turn to Tim and offer him a small, half-smile, "Welcome home, Tim. I'm glad you're staying for the summer."

"Me too," Tim smiled, but inside plans on torturing the others were brewing.

"I KNEW IT! HE IS BIASED!"Jason's voice yelled from the top of the stairs.

To be continued...

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