Dick sat up in bed and groaned. The awful, off-pitch howling was still there. It wasn't just in his head.
He winced as another spurt of ear-ache drifted from the floorboards. What was that damn noise? Pulling on a shirt and jeans, he wandered out the door, trying to track the horrible noise to its source.
The trail of horror drew him towards the second floor, through the drawing room (no, it wasn't for drawing. Why was that?), past Alfred's kitchen. He turned a corner, walked a few more paces, which brought him in front of-
Bruce's bathroom.
What?
Dick frowned. This went against everything he was taught. Clues lead this way. Logic lead the other. The trail of noise/cats scratching on the walls did lead here, but there was no way anything like that could come from Bruce's bathroom. Especially with Bruce himself in it! He was friggin' Batman!
Unless...
Dick pressed his ear against the door. The screeching continued, water gurgles muffling the noise somewhat. Somewhat. He could still make out the words. If they were words.
"Can't hold it back la la la,
La la laa! Blah blah blah slam the door!
I dun care mm they're going to uh―
Let the storm rage uh, up!"
Dick pulled his ear away from the door. What?
Was Batman―
Singing?
Let it go?
From the Disney movie?
The world just turned into cheese, didn't it?
After rising to check it hadn't, Dick sat back down, stumped. And then somehow, his audio recorder found its way to his hand, and his finger to the big red square in the middle.
"Some distance, blah blah blah la la!
And the fear that once, uh, la lah me,
can't blah blah me at mall!"
A cackle rose up into Dick's mouth. This is excellent. Bloody excellent.
I imagine he picked up bloody from Alfred.
Inspiration came from Unknown010, who when I asked her who she wanted to hear sing most, responded, Batman.
This was short, but, eh. It was a thirty minute job, so..
(Unbetad)How do you spell that?