"Everyone, just hold the freak still! Jeez, I mean how hard is it really!?"
The third generation Robin, Tim Drake, let out an exasperated sigh, it was just a simple task. There was no need for him to really get bent out of shape, except for the fact that no one was paying any attention to him and the migraine headache he had steadily became worse the more the vein on his forehead bulged.
"Bart, will you stand still, and Kon, stop trying to step on Slo-bo's head!" His hand instinctively began to pinch the bridge of his nose, something that he had seen Batman do all too often whenever he and Nightwing did something immature. Somehow, above the din of the young superheroes, Robin heard the light chuckle of the group's adult liaison to the JLA, Snapper Carr. "What's so funny Snapper?"
"Nothing," he said through his laughter. "It's just that you're going about this all wrong, you need to take a different approach."
"And what type of approach would that be?" he asked trying to keep the annoyance out of his voice. "You're a smart boy, I'll let you figure it out," he quipped as he headed back to the headquarters' communication room.
Another sigh and several muttered swears escaped from Robin's lips, he tensed as he felt a hand on his shoulders. He wasn't unnerved by the hand on his shoulder, only by the fact that he had let someone sneak up on him. As he turned around he saw the blonde locks and familiar face of Cissie King.
"You're on edge today, what did the Bat give you for breakfast?" her voice was playful and teasing. "I take it everything's not going as you hoped."
"Here's my plan," he said opening his arms wide and nodding to his left hand. "Here's where we are now," he nodded to his other hand. His point was obvious, since his brief sabbatical from Young Justice he had lost his status as leader, now no one gives him a second thought. He winced as he heard the sound of something out of his view breaking, followed by the unmistakable voice of Kon denying any responsibility. He cursed to himself again.
Cissie covered her mouth as she tried not to laugh; eventually she gave up and grabbed her sides as she did so. Slowly Robin turned around and tried to stifle his own laughter as he looked at the scene before him. In one nice and neat pile were Impulse, Superboy, and Slo-bo tangled together with Impulse at the bottom of the heap. Some how on top of the three was the rec room's couch, Bart had a proud smile on his face as he held a quarter in his hand and said, "It's mine."
Robin put the camera he had in his hand to his face and quickly snapped the picture. Once they had managed untangle the three, he finally got the group together for two group photos; one with them in costume and one in their street clothes.
After the pictures had been printed out and framed for display in the rec room Snapper looked at them and laughed. "I guess it is true what they say."
"What's that?" inquired Kon.
"A picture truly is worth a thousand words."
The third generation Robin, Tim Drake, let out an exasperated sigh, it was just a simple task. There was no need for him to really get bent out of shape, except for the fact that no one was paying any attention to him and the migraine headache he had steadily became worse the more the vein on his forehead bulged.
"Bart, will you stand still, and Kon, stop trying to step on Slo-bo's head!" His hand instinctively began to pinch the bridge of his nose, something that he had seen Batman do all too often whenever he and Nightwing did something immature. Somehow, above the din of the young superheroes, Robin heard the light chuckle of the group's adult liaison to the JLA, Snapper Carr. "What's so funny Snapper?"
"Nothing," he said through his laughter. "It's just that you're going about this all wrong, you need to take a different approach."
"And what type of approach would that be?" he asked trying to keep the annoyance out of his voice. "You're a smart boy, I'll let you figure it out," he quipped as he headed back to the headquarters' communication room.
Another sigh and several muttered swears escaped from Robin's lips, he tensed as he felt a hand on his shoulders. He wasn't unnerved by the hand on his shoulder, only by the fact that he had let someone sneak up on him. As he turned around he saw the blonde locks and familiar face of Cissie King.
"You're on edge today, what did the Bat give you for breakfast?" her voice was playful and teasing. "I take it everything's not going as you hoped."
"Here's my plan," he said opening his arms wide and nodding to his left hand. "Here's where we are now," he nodded to his other hand. His point was obvious, since his brief sabbatical from Young Justice he had lost his status as leader, now no one gives him a second thought. He winced as he heard the sound of something out of his view breaking, followed by the unmistakable voice of Kon denying any responsibility. He cursed to himself again.
Cissie covered her mouth as she tried not to laugh; eventually she gave up and grabbed her sides as she did so. Slowly Robin turned around and tried to stifle his own laughter as he looked at the scene before him. In one nice and neat pile were Impulse, Superboy, and Slo-bo tangled together with Impulse at the bottom of the heap. Some how on top of the three was the rec room's couch, Bart had a proud smile on his face as he held a quarter in his hand and said, "It's mine."
Robin put the camera he had in his hand to his face and quickly snapped the picture. Once they had managed untangle the three, he finally got the group together for two group photos; one with them in costume and one in their street clothes.
After the pictures had been printed out and framed for display in the rec room Snapper looked at them and laughed. "I guess it is true what they say."
"What's that?" inquired Kon.
"A picture truly is worth a thousand words."