"You're not listening! I didn't even do anything!" Robin yelled into his communicator.
"Robin," Batman started "the police caught you with an ounce of marijuana and your tetrahydrocannabinol levels were high. So was you blood alcohol content…"
"I was at a party. Anyone could have spiked those drinks or planted those drugs on me." "That doesn't explain your THC level," pried Batman.
"Okay, so maybe there were some people that were doing it, but I wasn't. I probably just breathed some in. You can't yell at me for breathing," retorted the teenager.
The Dark Knight spoke again. "First off, I don't know what you were thinking going to that kind of party. And second, that's the biggest pile of bull I've ever heard come out of your mouth." Robin glared. "You're lucky the mayor believed you or else you'd be in jail right now."
"Shouldn't the fact that he did believe me give you proof enough I'm telling the truth?!" said an exasperated Robin.
Batman seemed to be growing more and more impatient with his ward. "No. It doesn't." Robin opened his mouth to speak again but was cut off. "In fact, I'm coming to stay with you for a while."
"What?!" cried the teen wonder.
"You've proven you obviously can't handle being on your own yet. I'll be at the tower sometime tomorrow afternoon. And I don't want o hear any complaining." With that said, Batman promptly hung up, leaving an enraged Robin staring down at an empty screen. He punched the wall in frustration. "He can't come here," he thought.
It's true. At the party he had been drinking a bit. Nothing too heavy, just enough for him to get buzzed. And, as unsuperhero-like as it was, he had been smoking. A small group of people had gathered in a corner and were passing around a joint. Robin wasn't sure what came over him, whether it was the alcohol or that classic search for acceptance, but he joined them.
As much as he hated to admit it, he kind of liked it. That feeling of thinking all of life was great and laughing and almost everything. It was more relaxing than anything he had ever known prior to that experience. The raven-haired boy liked it so much, he bought more in hopes of smoking it later, which never got to happen since he got caught.
Of course, he'd never let anyone know that. Especially Batman. That's not really something you want to go around telling your dad about.
So he went with his next best option: deny everything. If he acted like nothing happened then it would be easier for people to believe him. So far everyone had. Too bad Robin didn't account on Batman finding out.
"I'm so dead....," muttered Robin.
Random idea. I know, it's very short. But it's been sitting in my hardrive for months and I though that if I actually posted a story(even if it is terribly short) it would make me want to keep going... But I'm a very unmotivated person, so I may just end up deleting this.
Eh. Review, it'll keep me happy.