Disclaimer: I don't own Dick. I don't own the Doctor. If I did, I wouldn't be single. =D
Thought of this last night and it's why I only got 6 hours of sleep. Funny blurb, and I'm not expanding it. ;P
Doctor Dick
Honestly he should have seen it coming. It was a Thursday after all. And things had been all too quiet lately. Dick would have heard something if the vent wasn't on above him, but he hadn't. He wasn't even really awake yet. Being Robin kept him up pretty late the night before and the warm shower that morning didn't wake him up much either. If the vent wasn't on and he'd been more aware, he'd have seen an interesting sight much earlier.
Instead it was when he realized he needed to grab his comb from his dresser that he peaked out of his private bathroom and saw it. His jaw dropped, toothbrush in hand and mouth still covered in paste, eyes popping from their sockets. "What the..."
A blue police box/phone booth (it said it was a police box. What's that?!) was sitting in his bedroom. It wasn't there before he went to the shower so it had to be new. As soon as the initial shock of its appearance started to wane, Dick tried to recall what he was hit with in the past few days. Scarecrow? Joker? Ivy? Someone else? He had to be dreaming.
A second passed and a set of double doors opened just to the side of the box. A brown haired guy with a bow tie poked his head out curiously. Toothpaste dripped from the teen's mouth as he tried to piece everything together. What?
"Ah nope. This isn't Zamaran Five either. Unless they redecorated," the strange visitor from the blue box exclaimed in a British accent. "Looks more like a toff trying to join the circus' bedroom. Such a pity."
"Let me see!" The voice of a young woman, also british, reached Dick's ears, making him gape at them even more. Both this man and lady (kinda hot too) stepped out of the box, looking around. Even the girl pouted after a minute. "Does seem a bit Earth-like to me. Hold on..."
Finally the two intruders saw him, gaping at them while half-dressed and partway through his hygiene ritual. They both exchanged looks before giving him smiles, only slightly apologetic. "Well hello there. I'm the Doctor. And this is my friend Clara. We were just wondering if you knew how to get to Zamaran Five. We're a bit... lost."
"Well that's mighty fine," Clara declared. "A man that actually asks for directions." She gave Dick a pitying look. "And you've scared the poor boy half to death."
"He doesn't really look that scared to me," the Doctor proclaimed. Weirdo.
"He doesn't seem up for giving directions either." Clara cocked her head to the side, amused. "More like a codfish I must say."
"One moment please." Finally Dick regained enough of his faculties to look away from them and shout at the top of his lungs. "BRUCE! IT'S FOR YOU!"
"No need to shout love," Clara started, a bit taken back.
"Oh. Does Bruce know the way to Zamaran?" The Doctor seemed quite satisfied with the shouting, but Dick shrugged, getting back his composure.
"How should I know? Crazy things are his territory. I've got school. Bye." With that, the teen put the toothbrush back in his mouth, walked back into the bathroom, and finished his routine. Let Bruce and the League handle his Doctor, Clara, and their weird blue box. He had class to get to.
END
A/N: XD okay, so I just wanted the 11th doctor to pop up in Dick's bedroom and see what would happen. I think after getting over the initial shock, he'd just take it in stride. Made him 15 here but didn't explain it. sorry.
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