TEEN TITANS/BIRDS OF PREY

Just Sing a Song - It Won't Kill Ya

Disclaimer: I don't own DC or their lovely characters. I just own the story.

Synopsis: An answer to the January 8 (Elvis and David Bowie) challenge posted by Robin from the Bludhaven Community in Yahoo! A two-parter fic that has Wally, Roy, and Dick—minus the girls and any alter-egos—taking a much-needed Vegas vacation. Will Wally and Roy see the end of it after Dick's done with them?

"This is the first and last time I'll have Wally plan vacation for us. Maybe Roy suggested going here," thought Dick as his eyes scanned in search of his two friends at the huge Las Vegas casino that they were now in. He checked the slot machine areas, the cards section, the pool area, and the shops but still no sign of the two. He also went back to their room a handful of times, only to find it empty and undisturbed.

Dick went downstairs again. He looked at his watch, letting out a resigned sigh when he confirmed that it was now an hour after the agreed-upon time to meet at the restaurant. Granted that they didn't have any dinner reservations, but still an agreement was an agreement. Early dinner, followed by any activities the three of them wanted to do.

"Restful yet exciting vacation for normal folk. Yeah, right, Wally. You two owe me a pair of sneakers," grumbled Dick as he just completed what seemed to him was his umpteenth round of circulating the entire casino floor.

Another thirty minutes had passed, and Dick still searched for the two—each passing minute getting hungrier and more impatient as he combed through every part of the casino floor once more. Fuming, he thought as he continued his search, "I hope they're fine. If they are, I'll kill them myself once I find them."

Let's dance
Put on your red shoes
And dance the blues

Dick blinked for a minute, shaking his head after he heard the David Bowie song along with screams of appreciation coming from one of the bars he was about to pass. The loudspeakers even made the noise inside louder still for the outsiders to hear - a sure attention-getter which made some curious ones check out the bar, especially since the singers were doing a great job with the song.

As to Dick, he chose to ignore the initial thought that went through his head since he figured that the concept was ridiculous all-together. Before he passed the sign that said "Karaoke Night," he heard an additional...

Let's dance
To the song they're playing
On the radio

"Noooo -" Dick said to himself, his blue eyes going wide as he heard the crowd inside the bar continue their chanting. He went back to the bar and showed his photo ID to the bouncer to prove that he was over 21. His conversation with the bouncer was tenuous at best because he looked young for his age, and the appreciative howling for the karaoke performer became louder still...

Let's sway
While color lights up your face

Let's sway
Sway through the crowd to an empty space

Finally, Dick was allowed in. He shook his head and stood there, staring at the stage. He thought as he saw who occupied the stage and got the crowd into frenzy, "I'm in the Twilight Zone... What the hell...?"

"Roy, Wally—get busy! Roy, Wally—get busy!" chanted the crowd, their arms up in the air while they danced.

Roy and Wally, being the respective hams that they were, waved at an embarrassed Dick while they strutted and danced on the stage. They took turns with the lines, with Roy most especially having his eye at a particular table filled with drop-dead gorgeous fangirls, singing...

If you say run, I'll run with you
If you say hide, we'll hide

Because my love for you
Would break my heart in two

If you should fall
Into my arms
And tremble like a flower

During the song's intermission, Dick saw Roy wink at one of the girls in that particular table.

Wally, then followed by Roy, motioned for Dick to join them on stage.

Dick, of course, refused. He spotted the table where Roy's hat lay, and then sat there.

"Hey, Buddy! Come on up!" Wally yelled at the microphone, followed by Dick mouthing the words "No way" and glaring at his friends so that they would leave him in peace.

Dick shook his head every now and then as he sat there, watching Roy and Wally put up a show especially for the ladies. He then covered his eyes here and there, being embarrassed as hell every time that the two swaggered their hips as they sang. "God, can I just tell anyone who asks that I don't know these two?"

The crowd, who appreciated the performance, gave Roy and Wally a standing ovation on top of the hooting and hollering.

The DJ said, "How do you like that? Let's give Roy and Wally a big hand!"

The crowd clapped, hollered, and hooted louder—all while Roy and Wally gave a dramatic bow before them.

Dick, also standing up, couldn't help but chuckle as he clapped for his friends. "Crazy as hell..."

"Now do you people want an encore?" asked the DJ. He laughed as the crowd screamed out an enthusiastic "Yes!"

The DJ then turned to Roy and Wally, asking, "So, dudes, what do you two want to sing next?"

Wally said near the DJ's ear, "Don't know yet." He then saw Roy's quiet gestures to him. Getting what Roy hinted at, he then told the DJ, "May we have our friend sing up here, and we'll sing next? Or maybe sing with him?"

"A trio! Sounds like a plan," said the DJ. "Does he sing as well as you two?"

Wally and Roy nodded enthusiastically, while Dick's eyes narrowed, thinking as he saw the scene from afar, "They're singing another song?"

The DJ smirked. "Okay, then! What song?"

"Hmmm... An Elvis song?" said Roy with a grin.

The crowd, growing impatient and wanting more, began hollering out Roy and Wally's name in unison.

"What's your friend's name?"

"Dick Grayson," Wally replied to the DJ.

The DJ turned on his microphone and said with such enthusiasm, "Grayson in the house! Come on up here, join your buddies!"

Dick's eyes went wide, and the crowd went wild especially as Wally, Roy, and the DJ motioned for him to join them.

As loud as he could, Dick said as he waved his hands in front of him, "No, no, thank you!"

The crowd then chanted, "Grayson! Grayson!" While they continued to call out for Dick, the DJ along with Roy and Wally coaxed him to come up on stage.

The chanting and the coaxing intensified as the moments passed.

Dick mouthed the words as he flung his hands before him, "I am NOT singing! NO way in Hell!" to Roy and Wally as the crowd clamored for him.

Roy turned on his microphone and addressed the crowd while pointing at Dick, "Would you let him say 'no' to you? He said he won't sing!"

The crowd clamored for Dick, now making more noise through their chanting, drumming the tables—anything that would send the message across that they would not stop until they get what they want.

Wally laughed. Dick turned beet red from embarrassment and wanting to wring Roy's neck. Roy, smug as ever, smirked as he encouraged the crowd.

"So what'll it be, Grayson?" the DJ asked Dick. "The crowd wants you! Just sing a song, will you?"

The crowd continued to chant...all while Dick, flustered as hell, kept saying no.

TO BE CONTINUED