Okay, this is just something following a long chain of events... Anyways, I have a feeling I'm probably not postingthis in the right place, but please don't be mad about that. Think of it as a crossover if you have to. This is in Robin's POV, and I hope you have a laugh ^ ^
"Oh, come on!" I danced around him as we walked to the sleek automobile that gleamed. I always wondered how it shone so marvelously with even the sparsest light.
"No," the gruff voice said quietly. No hint of exasperation. Yet. I was still working on it.
"Why noooot?" I tugged at his cape to slow him down. I knew if we got to the Batmobile and he still hadn't agreed, I had no chance. "You've given me lessons! I know I can drive it."
"No, Robin." The voice said with a little more power behind it. "For one, you're not legal." I rolled my eyes at his back at I followed, still pulling half heartedly on the black cape. "Secondly, there's a lot of difference from the catacombs under the mansion and the streets of Gotham." Oooh, I love it when he growls at me like that.
"Not really." I said jogging around him. I walked backwards at I talked, looking up at the unfeeling mask that covered Bruce's face. "I mean, the stalagmites and stalactites could almost be thought of pedestrians and street signs…"
The corners of his mouth twitched upwards. Yes!
"Pleeeaaase, Batman?" I begged as my back hit the driver's side door. I clasped my hands under my chin and looked up at him as pathetically as I could.
He didn't say anything for several moments as I pouted at him. Finally, he moved his hand under his cape and brought it back holding the keys. The headlights flashed and the engine roared, revealing that he'd unlocked the sleek automobile. "… Fine."
I gasped happily, grin instantly appearing on my face. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" I shouted as I spun around and opened the door vertically. He stood there awkwardly, clearly nervous, but I turned around and grabbed his gloved hand with my own. I pulled him past myself, making sure he fell into a reasonable position in the driver's seat before hopping into his lap. My hands planted themselves firmly onto the odd steering wheel as I squirmed, forcing his legs to part so that I could slide down to sit on the leather. He stiffened behind me and I restrained a giggle.
"We've done this before, Bruce, it's not like anyone will see…" I looked over my shoulder half way, feeling a smirk curling my lips as the door automatically closed.
The man's arms came up, one hand holding my arm and the other resting over my hand on the steering wheel. His legs spread by themselves, strong thighs and calves pushing against mine as he guided my feet to the petals. I felt the warmth from his abdomen and chest against my back as he leant over me.
"Shut up and drive."
Thanks!
Oh yeah, and I've no claim over anything Batman! (aka, Disclaimer)