A Truer Story There Never Was
DISCLAIMER: I hate disclaimers; I think I'll skip it. After all, this story is basically just a silly little thing to tide you over until my longer ones are ready to be posted.
Dick knew that this was the end—he was alone, surrounded, and could see no way to escape. Bruce was undoubtedly having his own problems and would never reach Dick in time to help him.
They had been through so much together… the Penguin… the Catwoman… the Joker… how many others had there been? So very, very many and they had all be such tough enemies. But he and Bruce had always triumphed over these super-criminals in the end. Yet now, Dick was surrounded by 25… no, 26, another one had just appeared… of the most powerful opponents ever to be created by man. No matter what Dick did, more and more of them just kept appearing before him, as if by magic.
Wait, there was an opening! Perhaps he could squeeze out and get help!
Oh, drat! Dick thought in frustration. Another one had just popped up out of nowhere and had blocked the one place that Dick could have escaped through.
Well, he figured. If I've got to go down, I'm not going down without a fight!
For what seemed like eons, Dick attacked the beasts as hard and as quick as he knew how. His arm soon grew tired, however, and his aim just wasn't as good with his left hand. It was now really, truly hopeless, and Dick knew it. So he did the only thing any respectable sidekick could do when in mortal danger.
He screamed for help.
"BRUCE!" he yelled "WILL YOU QUIT BEING STUBBORN AND GET POP-UP BLOCKER ALREADY?!??!!?! It's not like you can't afford it…"
The End
Luckily, my mom wasn't stubborn, so I don't suffer from pop-ups. And don't ask why millionaire Bruce Wayne doesn't have it, because I don't know--ask him. I just thought it would make a half-way funny story and wrote it without thinking of the consequences. ;)