I have a new chapter of Pet Peeves! This story's popularity actually made me rearrange my plans for uploading. This update was beta read by WhenUniversesCollide so check out that person's stories. Example #1 happened to me and is the entire reason that this update exists by the way. For all those waiting for the update, wait no longer for the A/N ends now.

Disclaimer: I don't own DC


Damian P.O.V.

After the exciting examples and tales of my first pet peeve, we are already onto the second bullet point on the list.

You might be asking yourself, "What could possibly bother Damian so much that he would feel the need to mention it?" Well, you would know by now if you would be quite and listen.

The second pet peeve of mine that I am going to talk about is: when people sing and they obviously can't. Have you ever experience this situation? Because let me tell you, it is a situation that you should try to avoid. Little can compare to the cringeworthy-ness that is the failure at singing.

It is seriously one of the worst situations to find yourself in. To be fair; though, I can't tell if my high level of annoyance has to do with how terrible it is or if it's just because it is the pet peeve that I have to deal with most often. I find it interesting if I detach myself from the situation that a lot of people think that they can sing. Like, there is a surprising amount of people. I understand that a person's voice sounds different to them than it does to everyone else. I understand why and how that is, but still, this is just annoying. I have ranted for long enough, so onto the first example.


Example #1

I was at an amusement park the other day. For the record, I didn't go of my own free will for Grayson dragged me along with him. He said that he wanted some "brotherly bonding" with me, and I would only admit to him that I was actually enjoying myself.

Before I continue, I should probably tell you the circumstantial context to the situation. At the park that Grayson and I went to, there is a speaker system that played ads and, more importantly for the sake of the story, music. Not just any music, but music with words. Grayson and I were boarding a ride when some song I can't even remember the name to starts playing.

The name of the song is not important, but what is important is the fact that the people behind us started singing the song quite loudly. The person singing was so terrible that even Richard "Let's Be Nice to Everyone" Grayson cringed. Just put yourself in my position. You are sitting in a plastic seat, waiting for the boarding procedure to finish, while listening to some nineteen-year-old male sing a pop song in an irritatingly squeaky and high pitched voice.

Needless to say, it was not an enjoyable minute. I honestly think that the only reason I didn't pull out one of my knives was because Grayson was sitting next to me. Finally, the ride started, ending the awful singing.


Example #2

Ah, example number two. This one takes place at the supermarket. Why was I, of all people, at the supermarket? Well, Pennyworth was taking a break from butler-ing to visit his family in England, so Grayson sent Father and me to the supermarket to purchase food.

At this particular store, there was a radio that was playing some random station. Have you ever experienced this? You're standing in a refrigerator isle and there is some pop or rock song playing in the background. It doesn't make any sense to me. There was this old lady in the aisle with us.

Imagine the stereotypical old lady with a pair reading glasses and a pearl chain attached to it. A song started playing that was written by some person named Elvis, and the old lady broke into song. Father and I just stood there and stared. We were frozen with awe. Then she started dancing. Or trying to.

I have been through many strange situations, but this one must have been the strangest. After a couple of minutes of watching an old lady do what can only be described as waggling, the song came to an end. After we left the aisle, Father turned to me and said, "Are we thinking the same thing?"

"Yes, Father, I think we are."


Example #3

We can't talk about horrible singing and not mention elevators.

Apparently, there are over hundred words for elevator/lift. The name for a lift that I will never understand is booster. Boosters are what you strap onto rockets to help them fly into space. When was the last time you were in an elevator that was powered by a mixture of kerosene and LOX? The answer is never. I'm getting off topic again, aren't I?

Apparently, elevator music now days have words. Why can't they just play classical music in elevators like they used to? Anyway, I was in the elevator when Fight Song started playing. Just imagine my pain as the other person started singing the song in what I like to call the "I believe I can fly voice."

I don't enjoy listening to someone screeching a song, and this time I didn't have Grayson to placate me. I pulled a knife on him and said, "Stop the awful singing. It's not like you are any good at it." Lucky for me, I was getting off the next floor.


Example #4

Oh look, we have a fourth example. Lucky me.

This takes place at that awful school. I will never understand pre-teen girls and their taste of music. I was eating lunch at the cafeteria which serves food that can only be described as deplorable.

As we were all gathered together for the consumption of the midday meal, this random girl, who had earbuds in her ears, started singing along with the music that she was listening to. Out of all of the examples, the girl has the best singing voice, but I still feel the need to complain out of principle. I'm not saying that she could qualify for a singing show- ever. I just want to know why she felt so compelled to sing. Now, if you will excuse me, I have some music to listen to.