Hiya, my WiFi is being a little bitch so I dunno if any of my stories are being published. Also if these are fucking terrible blame the person who gave me 18 EXAMS IN A TWO WEEK TIME SPAN! This is the time to suggest shit so suggest away.
Dick:10
Damian:16                                                                                                                                                                    Tim:15                                                                                                                                                                        Jason:14

Peace out

Snow piled up outside and the Batboys were enjoying themselves; only Damian kept it on the inside. He had an edgy reputation to keep up. Dick was watching Tim make a snowman with exact mathematical measurements with extreme boredom. He'd wanted to help but Tim was a bit of a control freak. "Timmy can I please do something?" Dick pleaded. Surely this was not how you made snowmen. "I have to get this perfect," he replied. Damian walked over with a devious look about him and cut out a piece of the snowman's body. "Still perfect?" he asked. 

"Damian I swear to God!" He quickly ran away as an angered Tim lunged forward. 

"Try again Drake!"

After laying on the snow for a couple of minutes, Jason's face appeared in front of him. "Hey, Dickie-bird! Wanna do something fun?" he asked, grinning. He only did that smile when he needed to get something but the risk of being duped into doing his homework was worth it considering his other brothers were busy trying to kill one another. "Sure?" Jason instantly picked him up and brought him to an area with thick snow in it. Beside him were two old Zumba balls that they used to use in training. "Where did you find those?" Dick asked. 

"In the garage but they're still good. Wanna see what happens when we run into each other with 'em?" Dick thought for a moment. Potentially get a concussion or watch Damian mess with Tim all day. The first one was more appealing. They readied themselves a few feet away and got ready to run. "This is a bad idea," Dick yelled to him. 

"You're still doing it though!"

"....just run!" They ran at each other at top speed and connected within minutes. Dick went flying into a massive bank of snow whilst Jason fell flat on his face. He didn't realize that only Dick would get hit away. "This was a bad idea."

Damian hid in a tree as he watched Tim run around in search for him when he heard yelling. He watched his younger brothers run at each other then saw the youngest being thrown a good five feet in the opposite direction. "Todd!" he scolded, jumping down from his hiding place. Tim saw him and ran towards him, ready to uppercut him. "Finally I found you, you little di-" 

"Todd just threw Grayson five feet into a snow bank," he interrupted. Tim stopped but not before he shot an angry glare at both Damian and Jason. "Where is he?" he practically screamed. 

A small hand raised from a pile of snow along with the top half of Dick. Snow stuck to his black hair and he looked more than a little dazed. "Gosh dingle darn fuck!" Jason exclaimed. His brothers stared at him but their attention quickly turned back to the boy now lazily trying to get out of the snow pile. Tim went over and picked him up. There was a small lump on his head but nothing looked too bad. "Mild concussion," Tim informed the others. They breathed a sigh of relief, knowing if it had been anything more than that Bruce would make them pay for it. "Again!" Dick exclaimed, throwing his arms up in the air with a goofy smile. 

"Maybe next time Dickie," Jason laughed.