YOUNG JUSTICE
BICYCLE
CHARACTERS: BART, TIM, CONNER, BEAST BOY.
"You don't know how to what?" Tim squealed, his voice going two octaves higher than normal.
Bart smiled, "I don't know how to drive." Bart hid his face in his hands trying not to comment on Tim's squeaky voice.
"OH MY GOSH!" was all Tim could respond with running his hands through his wet hair.
Bart stood up from the couch and pulled tighter on his towel that was wrapped around his waist.
The locker room was empty other than that, and a couch that was randomly put in the locker room was put out of place.
Tim pulled on his shirt and let his towel drop to the ground as he finished getting dressed.
Bart snapped in and out of the room suddenly dressed and his hair wildly blown out of place.
"I am teaching you how to drive, and that is all there is to it." Tim chuckled.
Bart rolled his eyes.
"What, seriously I am, how do you expect Beast Boy to take you seriously?" Tim glared at Bart.
Bart shrugged, "I can drive, in video games, and I can ride a bicycle."
Tim slapped his fore-head with his palm, "Doesn't even count."
Bart laughed, "You're just mad because my bicycle is way cooler than yours."
Tim stopped drying his hair on a towel, shook it back and snickered.
Bart walked behind him got closer whispered in his ear "You know its true, Boy Wonder" slapped his butt and ran away.
Tim was a little startled but also used to it, he rolled his eyes. "I am still gonna teach you to drive!" He yelled after Bart.
"I don't think this a good Idea." Conner scoffed putting his seat belt on.
"Oh? is the boy of steal scared?" Bart laughed putting his seat belt on as well.
"As a matter of fact, no I am not. I was just simply asking a question." Conner gulped.
Tim rolled his eyes, "Conner, shut up. Bart will do great."
Bart's eyes widened, "This is my first time on the road!"
Conner squirmed in his seat, "What?"
Tim slapped his fore-head again.
"Yeah, before its been the parking lot. And that was when there was no cars, no speed limit, no red and green lights. ALL THESE RULES!" Bart's voice got really dramatic as he turned to Conner who looked more and more terrified with each word.
Conner's face turned pale, and he sunk down in his seat.
Tim smirked looking at Conner through the review mirror. "Conner stop, HE. WILL. DO. FINE."
Bart smiled "Yeah, JUST FINEEEEEE...til the airbags go off..." he muttered at the end, but Conner caught what he said and totally panicked running out of the car and flying away.
Tim flinched, "Sometimes I wonder if he forgets he is completely invincible..."
Bart chuckled, "I just think he doesn't want to be seen with us, I mean this is a mini van. OH! and I don't have a drivers license."
Tim slapped his forehead again, "Okay let's just go."
Bart put the car into drive and they were off to the very first highway trip Bart has ever been on, in the drivers seat.
A little while later Tim was sitting in the waiting room at a hospital, the events of the day were playing back in his mind. He kept telling himself they could have avoided this, they really could have.
Bark walks out winking at the nurse who smiled and blushed awkwardly. "I am fine, just needed a band aid on my bob-boo."
Tim slapped his fore-head for yet the 100th time, "Yeah sure you'll be fine all you did was cut your finger on the keys as you tried to yank them out of the ignition before you hit..." Tim's voice caught at the end and he stood up and got face to face with Bart.
Bart's face paled as he prepared himself for Tim's lecture on driving.
"What part of you didn't see a 6 foot man?" Tim choked thinking back to the accident.
"I think he is 5'10 actually, and I swear he did it on purpose." Bart snickered crossing his arms in defense.
"I DON'T CARE HOW TALL HE IS!" Tim yelled, catching everyone's unwanted attention.
Bart smirked, "Or you're just upset about the car, I mean Bats totally could have given you a better car. But nope, you get the Mini Van. You know that's a soccer's moms car? A wide hip, old lady, mama car? A I need to have this many kids to stress myself out and lose my rockin' body's car?"
Tim put his hand over Bart's mouth before he could go on, "Shut up!" He said rolling back his eyes and sitting back down in his sleep. "Okay, so you totally wrecked my car, and your finger. But seriously, Conner has to pretend to be hurt because of you. And man, if they find out you were driving they're going to put you in jail or something... driving without a license what was I thinking?"
Bart sat down, next to his dramatic friend. "Don't freaking worry about it, Clark said he would talk to Bruce for you, and than they'll take care of it. So buddy, dude, chum, hey don't stress. And also you should get a new car... and a real manly car. Kinda like a mustang or something. Than teach me how to drive that."
Tim's eyes widened, "Are you kidding? I am never teaching you how to drive again."
Bart chuckled, "Uhuh sure. We can just ride bicycles.. because you know yours is so cool.. being pink and all."
Tim closed his eyes and pictured Bart crashing into a wall, he figured that was better than him hitting his own forehead again. "Bart, please... just be quiet." Tim asked softly.
Bart stood up, "Okay, I am sorry you are mad at me. Ill pay for the damages." with that said he walked away.
Tim opened his eyes and watched his friend walk out of the door into the parking lot and than vanish into thin air.
Conner stepped into the room, "You shouldn't be so hard on him." He said pulling his sling tighter on his fake broken arm.
Tim smiled, "Yeah, but he just said he would pay for the damages... I am kinda curious as to how he is going to do a thing like that."
Conner snickered, "Heh, well whatever but let's just forget about it and go get a shake or something."
Tim nodded and they left the clean smell of the hospital. The ice cream shop wasn't too far from the hospital. Everything seemed to be so bunched up anyways in Gotham that night. Like as if it were all supposed to be walking distance.
*BUZZ* Tim's phone vibrated in his pocket, he pulled it out and slid it to unlock and viewed his text.
BART: Hey, can I borrow a couple hundred bucks bud?
TIM: Sure?
Tim had entirely forgotten about earlier like Conner had suggested, in fact he had let the whole day roll off his shoulder as he sat there in the booth with Conner slurping on his shake. Conner smiled as he finished yet another ice cream cone, and started to order a third.
The day may have been a bad one, full of events that could have been avoided, but Tim and Conner were happy. But Bart I am sure was the happiest right now.
***END ***
Please review, its only a one shot but I tried to make it funny. How'd I do?
