Hello! I realized I hadn't started a YJ one shot in a while, so why not make one now? I've been really upset the past few days, between the flyers and crap at school. So, hopefully this is funny.

TM

"Crap Batman! I have a project to do," Robin explained while shooting his grapple.

"Wait, what?" Batman said as he shot his. They both jumped off the ledge at the same time. "How important is it? When is it due? What's it about? Tell me now young man!"

"Sheesh, what is this? Twenty questions? Yeah, it's not. Anyway, it counts for 70% of my grade, it's is due tomorrow which sucks-"

"DUE TOMORROW? HOW COULD YOU NOT TEL ME ABOUT THIS- AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Batman started to free fall, for he had let go of his grapple when he heard it was due tomorrow.

"Holy Dick Grayson Batman! Ha,ha. I'll save you!" Out of nowhere,, the Joker came and slammed into Robin's side and cackled.

"I'll make this painful and slow-" He laughed.

"Oh please don't! I have a project due tomorrow in school and if I fail... I FAIL THE SEMESTER!" Robin interrupted. Joker looked at Robin thoughtfully and put his hand to his chin and stroked it. "Ya know, it looks kinda weird when people without beards stroke themselves like that." The Joker laughed a bit then said:

"Just this once, I may be pitiless when it comes to harming and killing people, but I'm quite caring when it comes to kids' grades. Go on now. Bats, make sure the boy does a good job on that project," the Joker says as he gets up and leaves.

"Hmm... he actually seems like a nice guy." Batman says in complete and utter awe.

"How hard did you hit your head?" Robin asked. Batman just shrugged. "To the Batmobile!"

Dick Grayson now sat at his quite large dining room table trying to decide what to draw. He started to scribble until he was content. He had to draw a picture of Abraham Lincoln getting assassinated. It was outrageous to many students that they had to draw someone getting shot in a picture. That was nothing new to Dick.

"Hey Bruce, how does this look?" He handed Bruce the picture and watched as Bruce cracked what seemed to be a painful smile.

"This is not time for games Dick, it was kind of funny, but inappropriate for the time. Now get to work," Bruce said.

"Wait, what are you talking about? I thought this looked good!"

"What? That's a bunch of stick figures, and... what are they doing? Dancing to Cotton Eye Joe? Why's the one guy holding a piece of macaroni?" Bruce complained. "I thought you would've been a little more creative."

"BRUCE! My creativity is a limited time offer, and I'm afraid it expired when I came up with that awesome excuse for the Joker! HA!"

"It's not an excuse when it's the truth."

"Oh! You might wanna check out my webster's dictionary... BRO." He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms with a smug look of victory plastered on to his face.

Bruce came back 5 minutes later. "Dick, actually, your dictionary is called " Webster's Encyclopedic Unabridged Dictionary of the English Language."

"That title contains about the whole alphabet."

" Excuse means to lessen the blame by the way. I couldn't find-"

'"More like you were too lazy to look."

"Excuse. So I looked it up on wikipedia."

"Ha! I told you it was reliable!" Dick stuck his tongue out at Bruce.

"It's as reliable as you are which is- no offense- but about 1%." Bruce said as he crossed his. arms and mocked Dick.

"I hate you Butt face Bruce!" And with that, Dick ran upstairs and slammed his door.

"Please be a little more creative!" Bruce yelled after him.

The next day at school Dick came in feeling confident and came out feeling crappy.

Turns out, his thought of being creative was giving every stick figure a hat.

Yeah, it's really random and I don't actually have an explanation for it. Rview and give me more ideas!

TM (8D