Robins!

Lunchtime

"Ugh... what are we going to eat for lunch?" complained Damian, dropping his newly cleaned sai.

"Oh shut up Damian, it's just lunch, can't you go without it?" Tim hardly looked up from his book, it was something about parabolas.  Boring...

"Well, I'm hungry too." Jason stated, shooting his gun at the ceiling, then happily putting a new bullet into the holder.

Dick winced as the rubber bullet bounced down onto the floor, then turned back to Moby Dick, "Well I suppose we could make sandwiches."

"Yeah, you go do that Grayson." Damian waved him off.

"Yeah Grayson." mocked Jason.

Tim smirked and nodded along with them

"Either we all make sandwiches or no one gets lunch." Dick stood up and glared at his brothers.

"Why should we all do it?" Jason stood up and towered over Dick, because of his natural build and that he was older by two years.  Which made Dick very mad.

"Because I'm in charge here!  Bruce said." Dick said, like the good teen-on-the-verge of adulthood he was.

Tim smirked and Damian smiled, knowing that something good was about to storm up around their two older brothers.

"Well, I can always change the rules!" Jason smiled and shot his rubber bullet gun at the floor for more effect.

"No you can't." Dick argued back, pulling out his eskrima sticks and giving them a twirl.

Tim peered over the edge of Graphing Parabolas:  The Novel, and Damian stopped cleaning his already clean sai.

Jason glared,"Plus I'm older."

"In years, not in maturity.  And plus, I hardly call coming back from the dead and gaining two years on me counts as older." Dick glared even harder.

"Hehe..." Jason seemed to wither under his brother's glare, but then regained himself, "But I have more weight height and I can use force on you."

"Try me, I can just do a couple of quadruple flips and stuff, and I'll be on my way." Dick smiled like it was a game.

"I've got guns!" Jason replied in a singsong voice.

"Okay, so you want to shoot me?" Dick pretended to look hurt.

"How bout I shoot you with bouncy balls?" Jason smirked, then whipped around and shot his gun,"Ha!"

Dick crumpled to the ground and blood poured out of his wrist,"Agh!"

"Oh my gosh, Dick!  I'm so sorry, I thought this was the bouncy ball one!  Are you okay, oh my gosh, I'm so sorry, I can't believe I even did that!  I thought it was the bouncy ball one!" Jason gasped, running towards his brother.

"It is," Dick smiled and removed his hand off his bloody wrist,"I used make up!"

Jason pushed Dick against the wall hard,"What is your problem?"

"Sorry!" Dick smiled as Jason let go of him and he slumped down the wall,"Well anyway are we gonna make sandwiches or what?"

"Just a sec!  I wanna read this one part," Tim started to read aloud,"The parabola is the curve formed from all the points (x, y) that are equidistant from the directrix and the focus. The line perpendicular to the directrix and passing through the focus (that is, the line that splits the parabola up the middle) is called the "axis of symmetry"." Tim finished,"Okay good."

Damian made a face,"Will you get it going Drake?  I want my sandwich!"

"Fine!  Fine!" Tim shouted back, "Later maybe."

"No I don't want to hear about your parabolas!" screamed Jason.

"Or your 'axis or symmetry' or whatever!" Damian yelped in disgust.

"You were listening?" Tim asked in surprise.

"Um... no answer." Damian said.

"Well, I still don't get what the directrix is!" Jason cried.

"It is a," Tim quickly consulted his book,"A fixed line used in describing a curve or surface."

"Oh, that makes much more sense.." Jason nodded his head.

"You know parabolas are very interesting!" Tim said.

"Yeah, no." Damian deadpanned.

"No thanks." Jason frowned.

"What about you Dick?" Tim asked, hoping that Dick would just talk to him.  After that time when Tim had almost died and Dick blamed himself, nothing had been quite the same between the two.  Dick didn't ever do anything with Tim, in fear that he would hurt him, but Tim just wanted to talk.

"They're cool." Dick looked away.

"You know, talking with me won't hurt me." Tim joked, hoping to get Dick to talk.

"But hanging around with you will.  I don't want to hurt you Timmy, so you should probably stay away from me for your safety." Dick said and turned his back.

"But you hurt yourself, what's the difference?" Jason couldn't get over the fact that his brother actually...

"Whatever," Dick avoided the topic,"How about Dami's suggestion to make sandwiches?"

"Yeah!"

The four boys entered the kitchen and got to work, Dick pulled out the bread and mayonnaise, Tim pulled out the lettuce and tomatoes, Jason got the ham, and Damian organized the counter.

"Um, can I make mine now?" Damian asked after the ingredients were laid out.

"Yeah sure," Jason was already munching on a tomato,"These tomatoes are good though!"

"No eating before anybody else makes their sandwich!" Tim scolded.

"You're in no position to command me around!" Jason flipped his shoe at the teen.

Tim growled and hit him with his book.

Damian whirled around just as the book made contact with Jason's stomach, but accidentally slipped and tripped Dick who in turn grabbed Jason as he fell who whapped Tim on his way down.

Damian picked up a tomato and threw it at Tim.  Tim kicked Jason and bagged him with the bread.  Jason punched Dick with the lettuce.  Dick threw mayonnaise all over Damian.

-

The four boys laid on the floor, food scattered around their heads, and they gasped for breath.

All were laughing and having fun.

"I only wonder what Alfred will have to say about this!" Jason wondered in between breaths.

"He won't be happy, that's for sure," Alfred appeared at the door,"Now will your young masters care to explain?"

The four brothers shared a foolish look and giggled, so Dick took up the job of explaining, "Well... it all started with Damian's simple question....