TEASER (ie. I've not gotten around to naming this fic.)
By Nikoru
DISCLAIMER: The characters portrayed herein are not mine. They belong to their creators and companies, none of whom include me. No profit is being made by this fic.
SPECIAL NOTE: Get them away from me! Those evil plot bunnies, I mean. They bite! There I was, innocently minding my own business writing an Interlude ficlet, and one of the little monsters sidles up to me, cute as you please, and takes a chomp out of my inspiration! I mean, honestly!
It was a most unusual day. As in, a mark-it-on-your-calendar-because-it'll-never-occur-twice day. Some would have joked that hell would have frozen over before the event that made it so remarkable would happen, but as that had already transpired the jibe would have fallen rather flat.
Like most life-changing days, it had started out ordinary (though with the expert use of a retrospectoscope, one could have seen the makings of it as early as several months prior.)
The event in question revolved, as these events often do, around the Batman. And around Young Justice, for they were in a very real sense the perpetrators.
For, you see, what happened was – put simply – this: Batman was rendered speechless. Oh, while he might often disdain to speak, or limit himself to a few choice threats, in this instance he was honestly, genuinely at a loss for words.
Nightwing, on the other hand, was most assuredly not.
"Let me get this straight," he gritted out, tenuous grip on calm slipping, "you allowed Robin – who was out cold because YOU gassed him – to be carried off by a gang of. . . people . . . including a recently-escaped ultimate weapon of destruction, a mass murderer, and a con-artist and card shark."
"Umm . . . yeah." Briefly, Superboy wondered whether it'd be worthwhile using his TK to make the ground swallow him whole. Probably not. Even if I escaped Nightwing, I bet Batman could find me again anyway, and whatever he did after that would be worse than the glare he's cracking at us now. If that's possible. Of course it's possible, this is the BAT we're talking about, there's ALWAYS worse!
"Without a fight."
"Umm . . . yeah." Wondergirl may not have had the TK option, but running away to Mount Olympus was sounding better all the time. I should take my chances with the gods. Capricious and immensely powerful though they are, they're not half as scary as the Bat and his offsiders. And I used to think Nightwing was cute!
"Because they SAID they were his friends."
"Ummyeah." Impulse knew he could run. He could run very very far and very very fast and maybe the nasty Batpeople would be left behind. But he'd still have to stop sometime for a break, and Batman would be waiting, looming. He'd always be waiting. Impulse shivered.
"And you believed them."
"Umm . . . Yeah."
Nightwing's hands twitched. Batman laid a steadying hand on his shoulder, sharing a look with his son and former sidekick, easy chum. He's your little brother, but he's also my partner. I get first dibs on strangling these idiots.
Nightwing glared back mutinously. Then you'd better be fast!
END TEASER
Notes: the events of Hell freezing over alluded to at the start refers to the 'Underworld Unleashed' storyline.
**Looks around cautiously** There. I think the plot bunnies have gone. **Scampers off back to 'Interludes' before they can attack again.**