This idea was inspired by The-BlackCat from .com thus these versions of Batman, Robin(s), and Terry are NOT MINE. I just loved her comics so much that I had to write funny little scenes to/with them with Batwoman from 'Batwoman's Flight'. Again, THESE ARE NOT MINE.
^^If you want to see the real deal, go to her profile and enjoy the comics to your heart's content.^^
Also, this isn't a full story in ANY FASHION. There will likely be arcs, but I will not be working on this full time.
^^It's mainly for shits and giggles on my part.^^
Still, I will take any suggestions from readers on what you would like to happen, no matter what it involves.
Well…As long as it stays PG/PG-13 at least… 'shudder'
Without further ado, LET THE FUN BEGIN!
Everything was peaceful in Wayne Manor, only filled with the faint sound of a Saturday cartoon and the giggles of children…
"MY MASK!!!"
Thundering footsteps escaped the library into the grand hall, followed by the playful, half-frightened shrieks of three young Robins.
"GET BACK HERE!!!"
Like an angry phantom, Batman came out of the bookcase, attempting to swoop down on his unsuspecting prey-.
"BRUCE!!!"
All involved in the chase stopped, and the three triumphant-looking boys grinned.
"Mom!"
"Mommy!"
"Dad was going to beat us up!"
"Was he now?"
Hands on her hips and a bandana tied around her hair, Batwoman wrinkled the apron she was wearing.
"May I ask why you were terrorizing our sons? AGAIN?"
"Look at what they did to my spare mask!"
Batman held up the wronged cowl, looking righteous and just, for her to inspect.
Green eyes roved over the messy depiction of Joker on the fabric, which she knew would NEVER come out, and sighed.
Just when Batman thought she would side with him…
Batwoman grinned.
"Nice one, boys. But I would have waited till he was sleeping and done it on HIM."
"AW…"
"Why didn't we think of that?"
"DON'T ENCOURAGE THEM!"
"Don't you yell at ME!" Batwoman warned, the three Robins hiding behind her legs.
"It's YOUR fault I'm missing Chowder right now!"
"Honey, Jules, you don't-!"
"There's nothing you can say that will bring this time back to me!"
Deflating in defeat, Batman decided it would probably just be best to let her take control…
"So for that, you're sleeping on the couch tonight."
Groan…
"And not the nice couch! The lumpy couch!"
GROAN…
"Come on, boys. Let's get some ice cream and watch 'The Dark Knight' again."
"I thought you didn't like it because they left you out, mommy." Little Tim Drake stated as they rounded the corner.
"It's to remind you three of what happens when you don't listen to mommy."
Once they were all out of earshot, Batman smacked his forehead and grumbled to himself as he turned to return to the Batcave.
"Why does she show that movie every time this happens?"