Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans and never will.
Author's Note: Another old one which again is a bit messy and a bit all over the place and basically isnt one of my best ones. But, progress is progress. Originally written in 2012.
Robin unclipped his cape and slouched on the sofa in the lounge with a heavy sigh.
Suddenly, batgirl almost fell from the sky right beside him, not that this phased him, considering how many times she had done this.
"Hi Barbra." He deadpanned.
"Aw, how I love your enthusiastic greetings." She replied, sarcastically, "what's wrong anyways?"
"Nothing" He replied, sharply.
"Liar!"
"Im not lying.."
"Yes you are! Dick, what're you hiding?"
He stood up and backed away from her, "nothing, I swear."
All of a sudden, she pounced on the boy wonder, eyeing whatever he was hiding behind his back. After tumbles and tackles for a good 15 minutes, he laid on the floor, breathing deeply whilst batgirl sat on top of a bookshelf, poking her tounge out at him.
"Barbra give it back, please?" He almost begged.
"Ooh, boy wonder... How exciting. Achem. Dear Mr Dick Grayson, you have been accepted into IFYH. (Institute for young heros) We believe your abilities are extrodinary. Please give your answer for this request asap, thankyou." She paused, "When did you apply for this then?"
"I didn't. I just got asked to go to it because of my 'talents'" He said, making air dashes with his fingers.
"Well why haven't I been asked and stuff? Im just as good as you!" She huffed
"Clearly not..." He chuckled. She glared at him before dropping the letter and letting it float to the floor and she glided out of the Wayne Manor.
He sighed and ran a gloved hand through his black, glossy hair. He wanted to go to this institution, of course; it'd be an amazing experience. Although, he wasn't sure that Bruce would go for it so easily. How was he even supposed to start this kind of conversation with him as-
His thoughts were slashed by Bruce's voice, "What have you got there Dick?" He asked, curiously.
"Noth-" He stopped, remembering how he didn't want a repeat of the tackling 10 minutes ago, "Eh, look for yourself."
Bruce took the letter and scanned the words before his eyes. He cocked his head a few times but then finally said, "Well if you want to; go then?"
"But...Don't you need me here or something?"
"No, why would I?"
"Erm helloooo? Batman, Robin and Batgirl? Remember?"
"Well, I'll still have Batgirl. Besides, I'd much rather you get a proper education from this place."
"Are you for real!?"
"Yeah, sure?"
"Cool! I'll go pack for it now I guess!"
So with that, Robin went to his room and dug out a small 'weekend' bag. He filled it with some uniforms, normal clothes, essentials. He was a very organised boy when it came to things like this.
He was ready by dinner time and himself, Bruce and Alfred all sat at the table to have their last proper meal of them being together. It was awfully quiet and slightly awkward. After they had finished dinner in complete silence, Bruce appeared at his side, "Ready to leave?" Bruce asked, simply.
"I guess. This should be...good?"
Bruce got his hands on a fancy red sports car and waved at Robin to get in the car. Robin nodded and made his way to the car. He sat in the car and rested his head upon the headrest, trying to sleep for the two hour journey ahead of him...