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Peeping Kyle, Dick, and Wally
"Who was the ringleader?" he posed the question a second time to the cowering superheroes in front of him. The growl in his voice drained the few remaining ounces of blood from their faces. Kyle mistakenly looked up into his glare. Villains the like of Mr. Freeze or Killer Frost would have admired the results. Green Lantern became an ice fixture under that glare.
Wally was more fortunate. Growing up with the Titans had taught him NEVER to look up when he used that tone. He gulped and murmured, "Dick."
Their integrator reached towards his ear and clicked on his communicator. "Batman to Nightwing," he requested in a remarkable calm tone. He waited for a response from his protégé. Then, in a venomous tone, he growled, "Watchtower-conference room-NOW."
Fifteen minutes later, Nightwing walked into the room with a bewildered look on his face and assumed a seat next to his childhood friend. Hoping to find some reason why Batman wanted to kill him in his friend's face, Dick glanced over at Wally. When Wally refused to look at him, Dick suppressed his own gulp. He received no help from the Lantern ice sculpture. Releasing a deep breathe, he turned to Bruce and started rambling, "I swear I have no idea why I am here. Whatever they did, I didn't encourage or take part in it."
Wally blurted out, "It was your idea!" Batman burned a hole in his son's forehead staring him down.
"Okay, Bruce. You are going to have to be more specific. I did a lot of stupid things in the Titans." Bruce's glower moved to Wally, who still refused to look up. He explained in a voice barely above a whisper, "It wasn't when we were in the Titans. It was about six months ago after Kyle and I screwed up field orders. Batman kicked us off field duty and reduced us to monitor duty for a month."
Dick picked up the story, "I remember you came to me to see if I could get him to lighten up on your punishment. Diana and Zee were hurt on the mission. Diana was unconscious for two days. I believe that I laughed in your faces and told you that you were nuts especially after what happened to the women. Then, I told you the only way to reduce your punishment was to make Batman incredibly happy or distract him for the next month. Both are impossible unless. . .MY GOD! YOU DIDNT!" Dick wiped his head around and pleaded with Bruce, "It was meant as a joke, not a suggestion. I had no idea that they would even. I swear that I would never!" His words were becoming more mangled together as he went on. Finally, he mumbled, "I'm sorry, sir."
"This is how things are going to play out." Batman gritted through his teeth, "You two are on suspension until I say that you may return to duty. You should be kicked out the league, but that would require the vote of a bunch of noisy bastards that don't need to know what you did. Raynor contact the Guardians. Tell them to send Stewart back here for awhile. A few galaxies of distance will probably help you right now. West, you're pulling eight hour monitor duty. No breaks, no food, no drinks, no gaming, no blogging, no television, and no complaints. We're done here. I suggest that you two clear out and fast. Nightwing, follow me. One more thing. If O' Brien hears a word of this, I'll let Diana handle you alone. Then, I'll fix the mess to look like an accident." He whirled around and stormed out of the room. Dick followed sheepishly behind like a lamb making his way to the altar.
Dick caught up to the charging form of his mentor heading down the halls of the watchtower. He finally worked up the courage to inquire, "Don't get more upset, but why did you go so light them? You used to put us through training sessions that would have made Slade proud whenever we messed up."
"Who says I did. I figured Linda and Donna will inflict more damage than I ever could." Bruce challenged back the satisfaction spilled into his suddenly calm voice.