Jason - 19
Tim - 16
Dick - 22
Damian - 10
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Tim walked into the living room wearily, his eyes half closed, and his hair a mess. Damian just scoffed, and continued back to his video game. Dick noticed something was wrong, and walked up to his younger brother.
"Hey Timmy. Everything alright," Dick questioned.
Tim looked up at him dead-eyed, and sighed. "Last night, I couldn't fall asleep, so I made myself a cup of coffee. I had my phone with me; I was so tired, I threw the coffee onto my bed instead of my phone, and now my bed sheets smell like coffee."
Jason snorted, almost choking on his drink, trying to supress laughter. Tim glared at him, whacking him on the back of his head.
Damian, not looking up from his game, sighed. "Drake, when was the last time you slept?" Tim, with a dead expression, replied, "I've offically gone a week without sleeping."
With this, Jason nearly choked again. "Is it even physically possible to go without sleeping for a week? Doesn't your mind and body, like, deteriorate or something?"
Walking towards the bathroom, Tim called back at him, "Obviously it is. Maybe thats why my bedsheets now smell like coffee."
