"Tim, you did WHAT?!" yelled Dick. He was so shocked at what he had just heard.

"I joined our school's pep squad." "You're insane!!" said Dick in reply. It was the stupidest thing Tim had ever done, aside from the time he went to school dressed like a girl for dress-up day. "I thought it would be fun", said Tim. Dick shook his head.

"Bruce is gonna flip." "Is not." "Is too!" "Is not to an infinity!"

"Look, Tim, I'd love to stay and chat, but I'm eating over at Bab's, and I'm gonna be late." "Can I come?" "Only if you don't tell Barbara that you're a male cheerleader. No offense, kid, but not only is that really gay and you'll get picked on, but it might interfere with your work." "What will interfere, Master Dick?" Alfred stepped into the room where the two boys were sitting. "Uh, nothing, Alfred. We gotta go." Answered Dick. "Yeah, bye Alfred." Said Tim. The two headed out the door. "Oh, my, if I didn't know any better, I'd say that those two boys are up to something. Better tell Master Bruce." With that, Alfred reached for the small black phone.

"Hey Barbara, good chicken." Said Dick between mouthfuls. She always was a good cook, and roasted chicken was her specialty. "Well, you sure look like you enjoy it." Said Barbara, laughing. "Hey, Barb, can I ask you something?" said Tim. "Shoot."

"What do you think of male cheerleaders?"

"I think cheering is for girls, but there's nothing wrong with being one, except that you would get picked on a lot."

"Oh, good." Said Tim, sighing. Dick gave Tim a very nasty look that said, "Shut your mouth before I tear your butt up."

"Oh. My, God!!" Barbara said suddenly. "Don't you tell me you joined the pep squad." "Okay, then I won't tell you." "You did!!" yelled Barbara.

"Have you told Bruce yet?"

"No, but-"

"Idiot!"

"Hey, I'll tell him when I get home."

"Wear sneakers when you do, because he will be all over your butt."

"Thanks for the tip."

At that moment, the phone rang. Tim froze. Barbara looked at him. "Tim, you are so paranoid. Sorry if I scared you, but it's probably only Daddy."

Dick was smirking and licking his fingers as Barbara picked up the phone. "Hello?" Barbara, it's Bruce. I know the boys are over there, and I want the three of you over here immediately." "Whatever."

Barbara hung up the phone. Dick looked at her questioningly. "Tim, I don't know how he found out, but you are so busted. He wants all of us over there, now." Tim hung his head. "You and your stupid pep squad!!" said Dick. "Now we're all in trouble!!"

The three kids walked up the front steps pf Wayne Manor. "God knows what he'll do to me", thought Tim. "Maybe pep squad isn't worth it after all, IF I live through the night." Dick and Barbara opened the door, and walked in, with Tim behind them.

"TIM!! GET YOUR SORRY BEHIND IN HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!" "Uh-oh. We'll be on watch for you." Said Dick. Tim didn't reply. He just walked into the living room, waiting for the punishment to come.

Bruce was sitting on the love seat, his head in his hands. "My own son, a cheerleader. As if being Robin wasn't enough. What the hell were you thinking?!" "Hey, back off, old man! I have a life too, you know!!"

"You're a disgrace to this family, Tim!" yelled Bruce. "Male cheerleaders are so gay!" "Yeah, well you're no better, wearing your underwear on the outside of your pants!" Tim fired back. "Oh, you just had to bring that up! Dick, get in here!!" Dick walked in sulkily. "I know you had something to do with this, Boy Wonder!!" Barbara followed him in, curious to see what would happen.

"Hell, no I didn't!! Yelled Dick. "I just found out today." "Sure!!" Bruce and Dick argued back and fourth for a few minutes, while Barbara and Tim just sat and watched.

"Look, Bruce, would it make you happy if I quit?" asked Tim suddenly. He looked at Bruce. "No, you're staying on. This way, you won't make this mistake again. Barbara, I'm sorry you had to see this, this, EMBARASSMENT. You can go home." Said Bruce. "Gladly", she muttered. "Later Babs", said Dick. She gave a quick smile, and headed out the door. "'night."

Ten months later.

"Bruce, I don't wanna go!! They pick on me!! Can't I go on duty with you tonight? Please?!" begged Tim. It was the last game of the season, and he was now an official outcast at school, except for, of course, the rest of the squad.

"You have to go. You made the decision to join." Bruce straightened his cape. "It's the last game; live with it." "Please!!" "No!" "I'm never cheering again!" said Tim loudly. "Thank God!! It's over", said Bruce. "Are you going to be the same old Robin I know after the game, or you going to join track now?"