A distant clatter. A splash. Both of which were then followed by a disgruntled "For the love of-"  from a brother now scorned and drenched. Kicking the bucket away, his now squeaking footsteps stomp through the manor toward the perpetrator of the heinous crime against him

Dick really shouldn't be upset, although he is, he did start it. Only thinking it was going to be a one-time thing, a small, itty bitty prank done to his sibling turned into a fully-fledged war. Glitter bombs that he's still recovering from (and, inadvertently, Alfred's vacuum too), fake cockroaches in shoes, and even a small little gadget that makes the most irritating noise possible and is so easy to hide.

He refuses to let anyone bring up the time when he was a botched bleach blond on patrol because of a certain shampoo prank incident.

"You." He growled, pointing an accusatory finger at his younger sibling. There's strands of hair stuck to his face, drops of water falling down his elbows, chin, and the parts of his Nightwing costume he hadn't wrung out yet. "The one time it's not raining in Gotham, and you pull the most cliché prank known to man!"

"You watch too many cartoons." He sighs, flicking some of the water off his hand onto the younger kid. Dick has yet to realize that the uptick of pranks and the intensity of them were a call for his attention since most of it was on the protection of the city. He had more time for the fun of it all back when he was starting off as Robin, but now his responsibilities are gravitated more towards the protection of the city than his younger siblings.

It was cute to see hear the giggles and the bright smile after being caught, he'll admit. He kinda missed how often he heard it, the highlight of his night before going on patrol. Maybe it wouldn't hurt for him to stay home once, the thought occasionally sneaking into his mind. "You better sleep with one eye open, I'll get you back for this.... later. I gotta go."