A/N: I got this idea after I made my dad take me to go get something to eat at McDonalds. In this one-shot I'm Robin and my dad is Batman(Fatman as I sometimes like to call him). I am fairly certain that I'm not the only one who has ever done this to someone.
Alfred is away visiting family in London or something like that.
Disclaimer: Really?
Commence with the thingy…
Number Ten, No Onions
"Bruce! I'm…" He was about to ask before he was cut off by, said man.
"What have I told you about calling me by my name while we're in costume?"
"To not to, 'cause it breaks the illusion," Dick stated. While a look of mock pure innocence washed over his features.
"Exactly, now what do you want?" Bruce questioned the boy, not once taking his eyes off of the road, and ignoring the look of sheer innocence he was positive that was on the boys face.
"I'm hungry," the questioned boy moaned as if he were in such great pain.
"I'll make you something when we get home," Bruce replied offhandedly.
"Uhh. No offence Bruce, but your not the very best cook." Dick stated just a tad bit nervous as to what his father's reaction might be.
"I can cook!" He replied offended by his son's judgment.
"Not really, I mean you set the toaster on fire making waffles," Dick recalled remembering the disastrous, heavy on the DIS, waffle incident. Witch resulted in Bruce not being allowed to cook anything, no matter how simple it may be.
"We agreed never to speak of the waffle incident ever again," the older man stated quite embarrassed at the mention of his failed attempt to make toaster waffles. Tightening his grip on the steering wheel he asked, "Fine, what do you want?"
"That!" Dick shouted while pointing to the fast food restaurant up ahead. Bruce internally groaned at the sight of the restaurant. He pulled in either way, thankful that there was no one else in line at the drive-through. Driving up to the voice box, then rolling down the car window.
"Welcome to McDonalds. How may I take your order?" Came the bored sounding voice, of the McDonalds employee, from the voice box.
"Tell her I want a number ten with no onions." The thirteen year old said calmly, though he was smiling a very troll-ish smile on the inside.
"Can I have a number ten, no onions?" The older man asked completely unaware of anything off about the situation.
"Sir, you do know that that's chicken nuggets?" The voice asked confusedly. Robin just laughed at the girl's confusion and at the look on his mentor's face.
"Really now?" Batman questioned while looking over at his protégé. Robin just smiled brightly in answer to his mentor's question.
"Yes, sir," the employee stated unaware that the question was not directed towards her. "What kind of drink would you like with that?"
"I want applesauce!" The Boy Wonder shouted quickly.
"Applesauce," the Dark Knight replied calmly. That is until he realized his mistake. Upon doing so he shot the boy a glare, witch only served to make the teenager laugh at him yet again.
"Sir, applesauce is not a drink," the voice asked even more confused than before. "Could you pick something else?" The girl asked not wanting to sound rude.
"He'll have a Coke." Bruce, slightly frustrated with his son, ordered for him.
"Is that all, sir?" The female voice questioned.
"No. I'll have a number one, with a Sprite," he ordered for himself.
"So that's a number ten with a Coke, and a number one with a Sprite. Will that be all?" The girl asked hoping that was all, after reciting their order back to them, and not wanting to deal with anymore confusion from the customers.
"Yes," he grunted.
"Your total is $10.27. Please drive up to the next window." the employee sated completely bored out of her mind. That was about to change. "OH MY GOD! YOUR BATMAN! AND ROBIN!" Exclaimed a perky blonde, pointing to each as she said( more like shouted) their names, as a smiling Robin and a scowling Batman pulled up to the next window.
"Y-your t-total is t-ten twenty s-seven." stuttered the girl, after receiving a glare from Batman. Bruce, eyes never leaving the teenager, reached into his utility belt and pulled out a fifty. Handing it to the blonde and telling her to keep the change. The girl quickly handed the Bat his food and drinks(squealing on the inside that she got to touch Batman's hand).
"T-Thank you. Have a nice day… night." she amended realizing her mistake.
'Next time I'm letting you starve, or you can eat burnt waffles." Bruce stated in mock seriousness after rolling up the car window. Then promptly pulling out onto the street and speed his way back to the Batcave.
"Don't you mean charcoal in the shape of waffles?" Dick asked innocently, then quickly stuffing fries into his mouth.
A/N: Is it good? Was it funny? Did it make you smile? Did it make you laugh? I need to know these things people! I have another idea similar to this one, but it'll be about Dick, Wally, and Roy. That one, if i decide to write it, will most likely be up later today or tomorrow.
Me: Damn it!
Four Year Old Cousin: Ommmm! You said a bad word!
Me: Beaver Dam!
Four Year Old Cousin: Justin Beaver Dam!
Me: XD.
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