RedWing.

Sunday.

P.O.V of Jason. 

I entered the lounge at 10 to see Bruce and Dick already sitting on the sofa, Dick looking rather guilty and Bruce angry.
"Sit down," He growled, "Now."
I quickly obeyed and sat next to Dick on the sofa angled to Bruce's.
"Why didn't you tell me about the spell?" He asked.
"It was part of the curse that if anyone knew we were switched by the end of the period we would be stuck in each other's bodies forever." I replied, and it wasn't a lie.
"So why didn't you tell me after the spell wore off?"
"Well, Jason was suffering from a split personality so he was pretty indisposed." I said.
"Yes, we have talked about his actions recently." He interrupted me, "But why didn't you tell me?"
"Because..." This was not a good idea, to lie to the world's best detective, "I didn't think it would affect us like it would."
"So, you didn't tell me what you found out about Dick." He said to Dick then turned to me, "And you didn't tell me about this problem in the first place."
"What problem?" I asked.
"Take off your cast and show me your arm." He said, which meant he meant Dick's self-harming.
"No," I replied, "I have secrets, you have secrets. We all have secrets. If you want me to talk about it get Dinah in."
"Fine," He replied, "She'll be here tomorrow morning."
"Can I leave now?" Dick asked, "I mean, this seems to not involve me."
"Yes, you both can go." He said, "But if I have to hear of any of these things through Wally or Barbra again I will take you off patrol for a month."
Batman 02.
"You feeling okay this morning?" I asked Dick.
"As in do I know who I am, yes, much better." He replied, "But I don't think you like the headache much."
"God, if it was possible I would kill it." I groaned, "At least after this I can start smoking again."
"Or, you could keep trying to give it up. It's better for your health." He countered.
"Sure, because that's so easy." I chuckled.
"As easy as beating you at a prank war." He chuckled back.
"Is that a challenge young Padawan?"
"Five minutes prep time. Starting now." And he bolted to start prepping.He was going down.

That evening.

Dick and I were in hysterics on the floor, covered in multiple paints, missing shoes, almost re-braking my arm and possibly what started as two sofas is now three, maybe two and three-quarters.
"What the hell?" Wally asked as he and the rest of the team zetaed in.
"Prank war." Conner said as he sat down on a kitchen stool that had been painted purple.
"That makes sense." He replied as him and the team sat down.
"How was your day?" I asked around my laughter.
"Great, we could have used you on our mission you know." Artemis said, "I'm not very good at hacking."
"Points for trying." Dick perked up from behind me.
"Shut it." She gave us a glare and walked off to her room.
"Someone's stroppy." I commented.
"Well, I did die her hair pink." Dick said, smirking.
"Who's ready for bed?" Megan asked, to which everyone was glad she offered.
We all left to our rooms, Dick and I much happier than the others.
The week was over.