Chapter One: Nightwing and Robin
Disclaimer (um… I forgot to put one on my other story, you got him a WHAT? So this is for both of them.): If I owned DC, what the hell am I doing on fanfiction?
This mission was bordering impossible. Nightwing looked around cautiously, and then signaled to Robin to wait. Nightwing jumped over a spot that he was sure to be trapped- and got caught by the real trap, getting super glued to the floor.
"Robin, you're on your own. I know this is your first time trying to do this mission, but I think you can do it."
"Whatever," Tim muttered.
Their mission was to get to the jar… The jar… of COOKIES! Alfred had made them last night, and specifically said they were not to be taken until morning. Basically, he invited everyone to try to steal them. Challenge accepted. Nightwing and Robin were the first ones to try their luck, but this was Tim's first cookie jar raid, and he had the least experience of all of them.
Tim tossed a batarang at a spot on the floor, immediately it was covered by cookie dough.
"What the COOKIE DOUGH? HE USED COOKIE DOUGH FOR A TRAP INSTEAD OF FOR MAKING EVEN MORE COOKIES?" Dick exclaimed in outrage, unable to bear the thought of cookie dough, just wasted by Alfred.
Tim hissed "Shut up, Dick. If Alfred hears…"
Both knew if they were caught trying to steal cookies, Alfred would move them, and they'd have to start all over again.
Tim threw baby powder in between him and the cookie jar. Immediately, 20 lasers became visible. Using a grappling hook, he went over 5 of them, swung around 10 more, ducked 2, and managed to avoid hitting the remaining three. Robin landed safely, only a foot away from the cookie jar- when a beam clocked him on the head. Nightwing groaned "Timmy? I think you have a concussion."
Tim somehow got up, and started to pathetically drag himself a bit closer to the jar, all thoughts of traps that would catch him forgotten. By some miracle, he avoided all of the traps, and pulled himself up to the counter. Opening the jar, he snatched 10 cookies, biting one immediately.
"I, I can't believe it! Timmy's doing it, he's actually-
"OOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!" Tim screamed, learning the hard way that the cookie jar was a fake, and all of the 'cookies' were rocks. Dick managed to cut himself down, and immediately took off the costumes they were wearing and took Tim to Gotham General hospital for his teeth.
Tim learned an important lesson that day: NEVER try to eat Alfred's cookies unless you knew they were cookies beforehand. Otherwise, you might find a need for a really good dentist.
That one trick took Tim and Dick out of commission for the rest of the night, leaving the cookies for someone else to attempt to steal them and fail massively.
A/N: This is NOT a oneshot. I will be updating later. The next chapter will be about Oracle (assisted by Black Canary) trying to get the cookies. Jason, Huntress, and Bruce will probably have their own chappies.