A/N: Hi! I was in a random writing mood. This can be considered a pointless one shot.
Disclaimer: I do not own Young Justice, or the song Cave In by Owl City.
Robin flipped through the gym cheerfully, executing the process with a grace that should have been illegal. He continued for ages, seemingly lost within his own mind.
Alfred raised an eyebrow at the young bird up in the rafters. "Master Richard," he said with a great amount of poise, and skillfully masked his amusement. "You will be late for school," the butler warned. Alfred, once he had retired from Britain's elite forces, had become a somewhat motherly figure. Of course, he could not mother Bruce for very long, seeing as he became the "Goddamn Batman". The Goddamn Batman could not be mothered.
"Master Dick," the British man called out again. "I would find it to be incredibly awkward to explain to your teachers that you were late for school because you were flipping in rafters."
Robin reluctantly climbed down, flashing Alfred a guilty grin. "Sorry, A," the 13 year old boy said, standing beside Alfred. "Got a little carried away."
"I'm merely glad you decided to join us lowly beings back on the ground," Alfred said with a hint of a smile. "Now you really must go. I expect your lady friend will be waiting for you."
Dick groaned. "Alfred, she's just Babs. Not a 'lady friend'."
"You walked her home, did you not?" Alfred inquired, ushering Dick towards the doors, handing him his lunch.
"Well yes, but—
Alfred interrupted the young boy. "Then I shall assume the right to call you her beau," he said with a small smirk. "Now go."
Dick sighed, seeing as he did not have much time to get to school. "Bye, A," he called over his shoulder as he ran to the long black limousine waiting in the driveway with a very annoyed chauffeur.
"Sorry," Dick apologized with a sheepish grin.
"No matter," the chauffeur replied.
Dick shrugged, and stared out the window, thankful for the tint. People turned their heads to stare as the limousine rolled by them. Dick ignored them and took in the scenery he saw everyday.
There's the crazy cat lady, he thought idly to himself. The cat lady spent the rest of her lifetime scaring young men by attempting to flirt with them. It was quite pathetic, really. She was at the age where she had to start buying fruit ripe.
The limo stopped. They were at the school. Dick cringed in anticipation of the verbal thrashing Barbara would give him if he were late for English. They were partners in a presentation about what they think dying was.
He scrambled out of the car, seeking out one of his favorite redheads. "Babs!" He called out when he saw her. "Babs!"
She whipped around, glaring at him. "You can thank your guardian angel that you weren't late, Richard John Grayson. If I had to do that presentation by myself, you would be six feet under."
He cringed underneath her furious stare. "Aw, Babs, I'm here now—
"You're here now," she said, rolling her eyes, "gee, I hadn't noticed. What a surprise!"
The bell marking the beginning of first period cut off the rest of her sarcastic rant.
"Saved by the bell," Dick muttered underneath his breath.
"Not saved. Just put off for a while." Babs had heard him.
"Shoot."
