“Alright,” Dick said, opening the pack of markers, “Since the last round sent Tim to the hospital, we’re scaling back things.”
In the garden shed, the assembled Waynes watched as the eldest removed a rainbow of permanent markers. Tim scoffed, scratching at the cast on his left arm.
“What are the markers for?” he asked, skeptical.
“Assassin,” Dick said, completely serious. He held up the red marker, pointing it at Jason. “The least deadly, non-contact game Jason and I were allowed to play at summer camp.”
Without missing a beat, Jason raised his hand. “We got kicked out of that summer camp.”
“Right, but not because of Assassin.”
Damian raised his hand. “Those markers are non-toxic.”
“Yep.”
“So how are they supposed to be used as mortal weapons?”
Stephanie snorted. Next to her, Cass also looked confused. Dick uncapped the red marker, gesturing for Jason to join him at the front of the shed for a demonstration.
“Assassin is simple,” he said, handing Jason a blue marker. “We all put our names in a hat, shuffle them up. Everyone gets a ‘target’, or someone they’re supposed to go after. So let’s say Jason and I get each other.”
Jason uncapped the blue marker, holding it like a dagger. He and Dick circled each other dramatically, drawing a delighted laugh from Cass.
“In order to ‘kill’ my target–” Dick frowned, hesitating. “Actually, how about we use ‘neutralize.’ In order to neutralize my target, I have to mark his neck with my color.”
He jabbed at Jason’s neck. The marker left a red streak across his throat.
Someone oohed. Stephanie elbowed Cass, muttering something about the efficacy of Colombian neckties.
Can I request a typical prank war from the batboys? Bonus point for Alfred or Bruce or the Batgirls
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