BLUSHING BLUEBIRDS
A.N.: This is going to be a series of one-shots about Nightwing getting embarrassed or otherwise caught off-guard by his own team mates. I've got a few more ideas than just this but if you have a suggestion on how to torture our little victim then PLEASE let me know in a review. BE CREATIVE! Not all suggestions will make it but I will consider the ones that I like. Without further ado, let's begin our tales.
Songbird
"Nice job, Gamma squad," Robin congratulated as he walked through the zeta beams. Blue Beetle and Lagoon Boy followed after him, grinning ear to ear after a successful mission.
"Where's Nightwing? He should be here for the debriefing," Tim said, frowning in confusion.
"Well, come on, let's find him," Jaime replied. With that, the three left into the lounge, only to find the hero in question immediately. Just not exactly in the state they expected.
"Oh, that's just precious," Was La'gaan's remark. Indeed, the scene was precious; for there, on the couch, laid their esteemed leader, curled up like a little kid and snoring ever so slightly.
"What should we do now?" Jaime asked, smirking at the scene and seriously considering it as blackmail.
"Guy never gets any sleep, I say we let him rest and do the debriefing later," Lagoon Boy answered. Robin agreed and prepared to leave, just before he noticed something.
"We should at least turn off his mp3 player," He said, reaching for the device when a sudden idea came into his mind. Instead of holding the power button to turn it off, he only tapped it once to see what was playing!
"Dude, what are you doing?" Blue queried as Robin smiled devilishly and removed the ear buds from their jack, blasting the end of the song through the room.
Here I stand in the light of day.
Let the storm rage on!
The cold never bothered me anyway.
"I didn't know he liked that song," Blue commented, a wide smile gracing his lips.
"I didn't know he liked music!" La'gaan replied. Nightwing shifted a bit in his sleep and everyone found themselves sucking in a breath, only to release it as he settled back down. The next song began to play.
My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard
And they're like "It's better than yours."
*Dang* right, it's better than yours
I could teach you, but I'd have to charge.
At this point, everyone just lost it, laughing so hard that their side ached and their cheeks hurt. Luckily for them, Nightwing was a heavy sleeper. He didn't even stir, at first. By the end of the song, however, he managed to rouse himself and looked over to his brother and two friends, who were giggling nonstop. The reason why, he saw, was his mp3 player, blasting Kelis.
He sleepily rolled over, yanked the device out of Robin's hands, and returned the ear buds to their jack. He could hear Robin's comment of "You sir, have a very interesting taste in music," but chose to ignore it. Instead of ignoring the warming sensation that was creeping across his face, a sensation he knew was the act of blushing, he turned to face the back of the couch and covered his face. His friends eventually got the message and left. The next day, however, when he opened his inbox and found an email from Batgirl which contained nothing but the music video for milkshake, he face turned stoic and he plotted his revenge.
A.N.: The end! No, I'm not going to mention his revenge (Well, maybe). I do not own Let It Go or Milkshake, they are owned by Idina Menzel and Kelis, respectively. Tell me if you have a suggestion for Nightwing's torture and let me know how you like this story. Thank you for your time and GOD BLESS!