Batboys in quarantine

Day 7; Paintball

Day 7 of quarantine.

Tim was playing on his PC when he had an idea. He flipped his laptop close and ran out of the room. He ran to Damian's room.
"What do you want, Drake?" He replied at the intrusion, clearly annoyed.
"I have the best idea!" He cried.
"Dangerous or Deceitful?" Damian asked, interested.
"Both!"
"You have my attention."
"Remember how we had those paintballs and guns from a few summers ago?" He smirked a malicious devious smile.
"Yes?" He muttered, the same smile delivering onto his face.
"Well..."

Dick was walking down the stairs, scrolling on his phone when he heard Jason cry,
"Dick is this a prank?!" He walked to were he thought Jason's voice was coming from. Today Jason was wearing a bright red hoodie with white pants and white sneakers. Dick was wearing a blue singlet and white shorts and black sneakers. (Important later)

"Fucken paintball masks?! Really?!" He said looking the older counterpart.
"I don't know what to say Jason, but that wasn't me." Dick replied with the same amount of confusion. He picked up one of the two masks paper falling out the back.
"What's this?" He said picking up the paper and unravelling it.
"You'll need these, with sh*t smiley face on it." Jason said out loud reading over Dick's shoulder.
"Need them for what?" Dick chimed. Jason picked up the next mask another piece of paper falling out of it. Jason picked up the paper and quickly read it.
"Go to the old stone barn at the back of the yard. Your next directions will be there. Signed-" Jason stopped himself from reading any further.

If you didn't know, there us an old abandoned stone barn at the back of the yard, going away from Gotham. It had been on the property since it was first built. All that is left of it, are some walls made of the stone bricks covered in moss, and a small stone platform covered in leaves and dead shrubbery. It has that creepy vibe and when people were trespassing they say you hanging bodies there at night. Turned out to be a hoax. Nobody knew how they got that idea. However, it was the middle of the day, even if those stories were true, it wouldn't happen.

"What's the matter Jay?"
"Those little motherfucker pieces of shit are working together... You tell me?" Damian and Tim. Not a good combination. At least not for the two.

Damian's skills and Tim's wits surprisingly work really well together, when they cooperate of course. They proved they could work together when they were stuck in a situation with Harley Quinn with no Joker, which was... Odd... Tim made a plan but needed Damian to pull it off.

"Oh, shit..." Yes, that was Dicks reaction. Jason looked at his older brother, with a smug-ish look on his face.
"What!" Dick snapped back.
"Nothing! We should just follow the instructions and make sure they don't get in trouble."
"Better take these with us." Dick replied to Jason's logical reasoning.

They hike for about Seven to eight minutes. Not a word was said. Getting further and further away from the mansion the woods seem to come out of nowhere. Trees canopy's hanging over their heads, dead leaves being crushed by their own weight, vine winding around large bushes and barked trunks of plants.

They reach the barn.

They find no one. All they find is a few paintball slingshots with a small amount of amo, and another piece of paper. Jason was the one to pick up the paper.
"Paint guns and amo have been scattered. Your aim is to to find both Damian and I, our base, and take it. We will try to destroy you and stop you from taking our base. You'll know the base when you'll see it. Drake. The little bastards." He snapped adding on the 'bastards' line. All the meanwhile Dick was smiling like a little kid.
"What are you smiling at?!" He hissed.
"They planned this. They set this up." Dick chuckled. He turned his heel to walk away when Jason stumbled forward falling onto his hands and knees when something hit him in the back of his shin. They looked down to see bright blue paint splattered all over his freshly white pants.
"Really! I just bought these pants!"
"It is on!" Dick roaded into the seemingly empty forest.

He grabbed Jason by the shoulder pulling him behind a stone wall, barely standing.
"I'm guessing that Damian is a bad shot. Considering he couldn't shoot a normal gun straight." Dick scolded. It was true Damian couldn't shoot to save his life.
"Remember, this is paintball, Not facing gangs on the streets. He is not afraid of accidentally hurting us." Jason examined putting on his paintball mask.
"Then what would Tim be?" Dick asked breathing though the paintball mask.
"A sniper." Jason simply replied. He shifted around to the other side of the wall, spotting a shotgun-style paintball gun. Dick followed suit.
"Why a sniper?" He cried, running after his younger brother.
"Believe it or not, Timbo is an amazing shot. He shoots better when he has a high perch." Jason whispered, loading the gun effortlessly, and quickly scouting the ground around them.
"How do you know this?!" He demanded.
"Showed em' how to shoot a gun." Jason recalled creeping back to the centre of the stone barn.

Several bright coloured paintballs were splattered all across the ground missing the boys by a smidgen.
"Over there!" Dick screamed pointing up to Damian sitting in a tree aiming right at them. At least they thought it was Damian. He was also wearing a paintball mask. Jason aimed up at him shooting at him. The raven-haired boy backflipped onto another branch and Jason shot him in the side of the mask. Damian fell backwards, he scrambled getting a grip on a small branch. The brach in one hand, and the gun in the other. The boy was panting when he said.
"Nice shot..."
"Get ready for another one..." Jason aimed the gun up at Damian. Damian scattered up higher into the trees, the foliage too thick for any paintballs to penetrate. At least from the ground.

Damian, again, fired several shots at them. The paint splattering all over the ground. Dick used his acrobatic skills to manoeuvre out the way easily. Jason however, was not so lucky. He got hit a few times on his legs and twice on his shoulder. Pain scattered through Jason's body. Paintballs weren't lethal, but they hurt. Dick spotted a low hanging branch, and the corners of his mouth twisted up into a devious smile.
"Jay!" He bellowed.
"Give me some amo, I'm going up..." Jason handed him some amo, watching his smile. Jay watched as he clambered up the tree.
"You good Dicky?" He asked confused.
Dick clambered up the tree, twisting this way and that. Bending here and there. Soon he was high in the canopy.

Jason could easily see his bright blue singlet. Through all the branches and leaves, it was hard to see from Damian's line of sight. Jason slowly advanced on the ground. The hair on his neck, lowered, knowing that his back was covered with Dick in the trees.

Dick moved through the trees with ease. This was his kind of thing after all. Manoeuvring through tight spaces with excellent skill. He spotted Damian, about take another potshot at Jason. He pulled back the string and released it. Damian was struck in the shoulder, and Dick scattered before was seen.

Jason was walking beside a small cliffside, barely higher than him. This space was a pretty nice spot to snipe someone from. Above the ground, clear line of sight, and one entrance to the cliff apart from climbing up it. The entrance in question was small and very hard to get to. The cliff got higher the more you walked toward it. Large boulders we're the only way to get to it, plus, they unstable. The opening went into the cliff, and back out again.

Jason was sure he was up there. He advanced towards the boulders keeping close to the cliff as possible. Trying to be silent, he mounted the first boulder. Paintballs splattered across the boulders in front of him.
"I'm not dumb Jason." Jason whipped his head around to see Tim standing on the cliff, gun lowered.
"I knew you figure that I was a sniper." Damn. Jason was surely screwed. It was like chess, Jason would make a move and then Tim would be a whole game ahead.

The rest of the day was a blur of paintballs and brightly coloured trees. They all definitely had so decent bruising, since Damian and Tim used frozen paintballs, with Jason managing to steal some. They would last a couple of days. They were all brightly coloured Jackson Pollock paintings.

"That was fun." Tim commented sipping on his coffee. Damian had a massive smile on his face, he certainly thought so. Dick somehow managed to fall numb.
"I cannot feel my body."
"That would be the frozen paintballs."
"Yeah, it was!" Giggled Damian, with a yawn.

1544 words. Sorry, it took so long, had to get perfect.