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Danny couldn't suppress a chuckle. Tucker had insisted on breaking into this seemingly random manor, a decrepit yet lavish mansion with a rich history. Their mission: to play a series of pranks on the wealthy man residing there. It wasn't Vlad this time, but Danny's group had developed a disdain for billionaires, and that was just fine with him.
Billionaires, in his opinion, were overrated.
He smirked at the giant portrait of the man with black hair and piercing blue eyes, now adorned with a freshly drawn mustache and eyeglasses. Making the rich dude look more prim and proper was just icing on the cake.
Grinning, he floated back, admiring his handiwork. Danny wished he had brought more colors, but the only thing he had was a Sharpie. The manor seemed to echo with the creaks of its ancient walls as he moved, the air thick with a mysterious aura.
Time to share his masterpiece. He smirked as he pulled out his phone, snapped a picture, and sent it to the group text.
Themasterpiece: UndeadKing
Nothing like making a rich man look the part: UndeadKing
GothGirl101: … Danny.
Danny watched as the dot dot dot on the screen came and went as if the writer was trying to find the right words. After a few moments a message popped up.
GothGirl101: You do know who that is, right?
Danny blinked turning back to look at the painting. It was of a grown man.
A rich grown man.
In a suit.
Was he supposed to know who this is?
Uhh. Some rich dude: UndeadKing
TechGenius: Not just any rich dude!
GothGirl101: That’s Bruce Wayne!
No fucking way: UndeadKing
TechGenius: HA! It is! Oh man, he’s gonna flip when he sees it.
You mean if he sees it, Bruce Wayne is kind of ditzy: UndeadKing
I wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t even notice: UndeadKing
He'd all be like Ladeda. Nothing new here, Damn do I look better in the painting?: UndeadKing
GothGirl101: ...
GothGirl101: And if he does notice?
As if he could do anything to stop me: UndeadKing
TechGenius: Don’t worry about it. Danny will be out of there before he even gets home.
TechGenius: What’s next on the prank list?
Rearranging the furniture ever so slightly: UndeadKing
That way, they’ll keep on running into the corners: UndeadKing
Mwhahahaah: UndeadKing
Danny smirked as he slipped his phone back into his pocket, finding its place next to the marker.
"Alright, finding a common space shouldn't be that hard." He muttered glancing around, despite hearing no heartbeats Danny couldn't help but be cautious. The only other billionaire he knew attempted to clone him and force him to his child. Once satisfied that no one was there Danny let himself continue down the hall.
It had to lead somewhere. Who would have random photos of themselves on the walls of a hall if it wasn't going to lead anywhere or be used?
Danny paused for a second as his eyes landed on a family portrait. An eerie feeling went over him. Definitely couldn't be found by Bruce Wayne in human form. This dude had a type for kids. Quickly pulling his attention he moved down the hall.
His eyes landed on the round table in the middle of the room. Rich people always have round tables in the middle of nowhere for decoration. Flaunting that they had enough money for a table, while Danny barely had enough for Taco Bell. He tugged the table, moving it with ease as it slid just barely out of place. His eyes landed on the vase before picking it up. Careful not to accidentally dump out the contents he held it up, pulling out the sharpie and doodling a little ghost at the bottom of the vase.
They definitely wouldn't find that for awhile. He set the vase down and floated through an entryway. His eyes widened as a grin overtook his face
Bingo
Change of plans: UndeadKing
GothGirl101: ?
I found the kitchen: UndeadKing
TechGenius: Oh! thisisgonnabesoGOOD!
Danny could feel his best friend's excitement through the phone. The best thing about pranking rich people is that if something went wrong they could easily pay for a replacement of furniture
GothGirl101: Spaces exist for a reason, Tuck.
TechGenius: Yeah, tobeignored.
Danny shook his head, placing his phone back in his pocket, doing his best to ignore the vibrating messages popping up as Sam and Tucker argued about grammar. Sticking his hand into his stomach Danny pulled out a screwdriver. The best thing about being dead is that if you didn't have enough pocket space you could store the stuff inside you...
Don't let Jazz know he does that
Spinning the screwdriver in his hand, he eyed the cupboards with a mischievous look.
-_-
Tim groaned, his hand pressing against his forehead as he walked into the kitchen. A small sense of relief came through him when he realized it was empty. No one was going to try and stop him from getting his coffee fix. Glancing around the kitchen he moved towards the cupboard. The feeling of being watched causing him to stop his hand too shy of touching the cupboard door. He scanned around the kitchen.
No one was there.
After making sure he was alone, Tim gave himself a small nod, grabbing the door handle and pulling the cupboard open.
“What the-”
Instead of swinging open like the cupboard would usually do, instead, the door came right off. Tim stared at the door in his hand, the room filled with silence. Before a loud bang caused him to jump. The board he had just opened tumbled to the counter, knocking the cupboard next to it and causing a domino effect.
Tim watched in shock as the kitchen fell apart in front of his eyes.
A deafening silence followed the chaos.
Then the door banged open. Tim turned to face whoever was coming in, prepared to reprimand them for taking apart the cupboards, only to have the words catch in his throat.
Jason stood there, his eyes wide as he took in the destroyed kitchen. Tim's eyes scanned over his brother, blue splattered on his face and staining his white streak blue. It looked like Jason was part Smurf.
“Tim..." Jason slowly spoke, as if trying to control his temper and to find the right words. His eyes landed on Tim. "What. Did. You. Do?"
Those words broke the silence causing Tim to glare back, pointing to the cupboard door, he was still holding. "I didn't do anything! I just came in here to get some coffee! Cause someone threw away my stash downstairs." A moment of silence. "Jason, why the hell would you destroy the kitchen?"
"I didn't do this? You're the one who rigged the bathroom door to explode blue shit on the person who opens it!" Jason threw his hands out, his hand hitting the hall. They both blinked as the light fixture above the island dropped a few inches before stopping, just from smashing itself.
They both stared at it before their attention turned back to each other.
"Dick"
-_-
The sound of a ball hitting the ground filled the air as Dick made his way down the basketball court. Dodging imaginary opponents he turned facing the hoop. "He shoots! he scores!" He cheered as the ball slid into the hoop.
A creak sounded before the sound of metal hitting the ground, caused Dick to whirl around. His celebration cut short as the hoop was now on the floor in pieces. A whirling sound followed and Dick's eyes slowly moved across the room to the closet doors that had just opened. The ball machine rolling out on it's own. Clicking to life.
Dick let out a yelp as baseballs started pelting him.
"Whose idea was this?!" He yelled ducking as the balls were rapidly fired at him. A bang echoed throughout the room as the double doors slammed open.
“Dick!" Jason's voice sounded through the room before getting cut off with a slam. Dick risked a glance towards the door, a small grin appearing on his face as Jason gripped his gut in pain, a baseball at his feet.
His amusement from seeing Jason get hit was cut short when a baseball nailed him in the face, causing him to stumble back. The machine clicked as it ran out of ammo, shutting down, the chaos in the room shutting down just about as quickly as it started.
The only sound in the room was Jason's groans as tried to ignore the pain of being slammed in the guy by a baseball at high speed.
"Dick." He wheezed. "You suck."
"What did I do?!" Shock evident in his voice."Why would you come in here and yell at me when the ball machine is haunted!"
"you deserved it!" Tim exclaimed. "After pranking us."
"I did no such thing!" Dick turned his attention back to Jason. "Why the hell are you blue?"
"Bathroom... explosion."
"...ew"
"No! Not like tha-" Jason started before a muffled sound of an explosion cut him off, causing the three brothers to all to stiffen and turn towards the entrance. Taking off without a word to each other.
Dick made it there first, his feet connecting with something slippery as he entered the grand corridor. Sliding across the room with his arms flailing before hitting the wall. Falling backward into something that floofed up at his impact...
"Is this? Foam?" Tim asked, his words muffled as Dick's ears were filled with the foam.
"Drake!" Damian's growl cut the others off as the boy waded out of the foam, covered head to toe in the pink stuff. Katana in hand as he made a beeline towards Tim.
Tim took a step backward.
"Damian." Everyone froze as Bruce entered the room, eying the foam with a shocked yet amused look. Damian stepped back at his father's presence and tucked the katana back in its sheath. Bruce eyed his children, taking in how disheveled they looked.
"The kitchen is in shambles, the bathroom is dyed blue, the basketball court is a mess, and the staircase threw up foam. Does someone care to explain?"
All the kids started shouting at the same time.
"Drake did it!"
"Damian is being too quiet about this!"
"Jason loves destruction!"
"Shut up replacement!"
"Dick always does pranks!"
"I thought we were on hold!"
"Yeah! Well, someone doesn't care about the rules!"
"Why you?!"
"Enough." Bruce's tired voice still managed to cut through the chaos, and the boys slowly quieted down, still giving each other accusatory looks. "If none of you did it, then who did? I doubt Alfred would do this."
An eerie chuckle filled the room, echoing off the walls. Everyone stiffened, reaching for their hidden weapons as they looked around the room, trying to spot an enemy.
Shivers ran down their spines as the temperature in the room dropped. Their breath is shown clearly in the air. The lights flickered briefly before shutting off, leaving them in darkness.
Before glowing greens appeared by the door, everyone turned towards it as the cackle grew. Before it went silent. the glowing eyes were gone.
The lights flickered on, causing everyone to freeze and stare at each other.
"I did." A ghostly figure appeared inches from Bruce's face, their noses so close to touching. Chills covered Bruce's arms as he stared into those glowing green eyes.
Fangs appear within his large smile.
White hair floating as if gravity didn't affect it.
Then he realized.
The being could be no older than 14.
"And you should have seen the looks on your faces."