Hi again! This is RobinLover, if you're too lazy to look at the author name (just kidding!). Anyway, I'm back, and I'm starting a fanfic for The Batman (as in the cartoon. Love it!) I hope you like it. Also, I highly encourage you to write a Grayson fanfic for The Batman. We do not have enough here. Here goes!
It was March 20th, and the sun was shining bright in Gotham City.
A pair of blue eyes snapped open. Sitting up and stretching, Dick prepared for breakfast.
Fifteen minutes later, he stepped out of the shower, dried off, and jumped into a pair of jeans and his favorite shirt. It was a button-up short-sleeved T-shirt that was somewhere between dim red and light brown.
Dick walked out of his room and headed down the long corridor. He had to admit he was nervous. He knew it was his first birthday as the wealthy Bruce Wayne's ward. As far as he was concerned, the billionaire could pop up at any moment and surprise him. To make matters worse, he could surprise anyone, being the Batman himself. Dick had to be careful.
Keeping his pace, he tip-toed silently along.
Bats
"Sir, when I said that we should celebrate his birthday, I didn't mean a surprise party," Alfred complained.
Bruce swiped a lighter through the ten candles on the cake that the butler was holding. It was chocolate, with green frosting, Robin's logo in the middle, and "Happy Birthday" written across the top in red.
Blowing out the match in his hand, Bruce smiled down proudly at the cake. He was interrupted by a female voice.
"He's coming!" Barbara warned. "Hide, quickly!"
Bruce, Barbara, and Alfred ducked behind the stairwell as the sound of feet tapping through the hallways echoed in the foyer. Dick tip-toed down the stairs, and the three leapt out.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"
Dick yelped, tripping on the stairs. He fell face flat on the floor.
"You okay, chum?" Bruce asked, kneeling down beside his ward.
"Yeah," Dick responded, his voice muffled by the floor. "Yeah, I'm fine."
"Well, if you're done there, maybe we should start!"
Dick stood up and dusted off his knees. "What?" And, for the first time, he noticed Barbara there. "What're you doing here, Babs?" he asked.
Barbara looked mad. She stood up and glared at the acrobat. "Now WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT CALLING ME BABS! I HAVE MENTIONED IT SINCE WELL BEFORE NEW YEAR'S EVE!" Alfred could've sworn he felt the floor shake. Dick whimpered. "Haha, just kiddin' with ya, birthday boy," she said cheerily. Dick punched her lightly in the shoulder and rushed away, leaving the three to follow.
"Dick!" Bruce called after him. "Where are you going, goofball?" When he got pure laughter in return, he ran into the dining hall. Barbara followed. Alfred lightly placed the cake on a corner table and yelled for them to wait up.
When the three reached the dining hall, Dick's breakfast plate was empty. The boy was leaning in another doorway. "How did you know I liked banana pancakes, Alfred?" he asked.
"Three words, Robin," Barbara replied, putting up three fingers. "You're a monkey."
Now it was her turn to run.
Alfred looked at Bruce, as if worried that the two goofballs would crash into anything and break any heirlooms from Thomas Wayne.
"What?" Bruce shrugged. "It's his birthday. And you know that whenever there's something important going on, there's no stopping Richard Grayson." With that, the rich man chased after his ward and a close friend.
Alfred shook his head. "There's no stopping Bruce Wayne, either."