Dick - 22
Jason - 19
Tim - 16
Damian - 10
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Dick's POV
I watched as Damian hurried away from the dining room, looking at Jason and Tim. We knew something was up, Damian just wasn't confessing to it.
We later found Damian on the couch groaning. "Damian?" He bolted up, and looked at us. "What do you three want," he mumbled.
I reached foward, putting my hand on his head. Immediently I drew it back, "Dami, you're burning up! I knew something was up!" Damian tsked, stumbling away.
"Grayson I'm perfectly fine," he began. Soon, not paying attention to where he was going, Damian hit his head on the edge of a wall hard, forming a wound that began bleeding, and knocking him out instantly. Jason ran over to him, lifted him up, and placed him on the couch. Tim grabbed bandages, and I grabbed blankets, an icebag, and a thermometer.
I placed the thermometer in his mouth for a few seconds, took it out, and read it. "104°F! You two watch Damian. I'm heading out to the city for patrol all day today. If Damian protest, hold him back," I instructed.
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Tim's POV
I nodded at Dick, then looked at Jason. We both groaned and complained. "Great. We have to look after demon brat. Just perfect," I mumbled. Jason sighed, looking at Damian. "This should be FUN," Jason said sarcastically.
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Damian's POV
Though I was knocked out, those two idiots know I can hear them, right?
