A/N : Another one-shot, this one being mostly wordy and humorous. To be taken like a conversation between episodes.
I don't own anything mentioned.
The Mr. Smoothie parking lot. Of course Ben would drive me here when I told him I needed to finish a report for school.
Actually, it hadn't gotten horrible yet. Ben bought four broccoli, cheese, and strawberry smoothies and silently worked on drinking them while I sat across from him on the opposite picnic bench and typed away on my at my laptop. He would slurp up the last of the drink when he came to the bottom, but he had only finished two of the extra-large cups and I usually didn't snap until the fifth or sixth interruption.
So we sat in silence, Ben looking at the sky, thinking of… whatever Ben's think about, and I started my concluding paragraph.
"You know, Mr. Smoothie is like my Fortress of Solitude." Okay, silence broken. I looked up from my work and raised an eyebrow at him.
"Your Fortress of Solitude." It wasn't a question, but rather an expression of my disbelief and annoyance.
"Yeah. I'm a superhero and I come here all the time to plan battles, so it's my Fortress of Solitude." Since when have we had the time to plan battles? Usually the aliens we fight turn up, fight us, we or they escape, the villain causes trouble, we find them, and we stop them. Mr. Smoothie comes up after the killer gets defeated. But that wasn't the most important part.
"Do you even know what solitude means?" He stopped staring at the glowing sign and looked back at me, surprise and confusion on his face.
"It means awesome, doesn't it?" My hand came to my face and covered my eyes to hide my disappointment and annoyance.
"Solitude means to be alone, Ben." He continued to stare in amazement before he glanced over at a filled table.
"But there are people here."
I suppressed a groan.
"That's what I'm saying."
"Oh."
The silence came back and I decided it was safe to continue typing for another few minutes before Ben would come up with another epiphany and break my train of thought.
"Fine. Mr. Smoothie is my Bat Cave." My fingers pressed down on the keys hard, and my page was filled with a line of 'F's.
"Ben, the Bat Cave is a secret to everyone but Batman. Everyone knows you come here."
He paused again.
He stared at me suspiciously before saying, "How do you know?"
I answered immediately, "Kevin is actually a fan of Batman." He grinned.
"That's hilarious. I'm gonna make fun of hi—"
I went back to typing while I said, "Ben, you watch Sumo Slammers every week." His blush could be seen out of the corner of my eye before he turned the other way.
"That's different."
And again he was silent so I could continue my report.
"I'm gonna make a Bat Cave then." This time my groan wasn't suppressed, but Ben decided to ignore it and continue on with his weird dream.
"I'm going to make it in my basement, and only cool plumbers can come in. Grandpa can be like Alfred and bring us stuff, and you'll be that Oracle chick."
I glared at him and tuned out the rest of what he said, but my report sat untouched while he drabbled on and on. Finally he jumped up and yelled:
"I could call it my Smoothie Cave!"
And as he had stood up, he knocked over his final two smoothies that just so happened to fall over me and my laptop. The machine fizzled out and the screen went black just before the final sentence of my report was completed, and Kevin pulled up to find the green-brown concoction over my hair and clothes.
He stared with his black eyes before he smirked and asked, "That a new look?"
I really need new friends.
