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Warning: This chapter has some semi-bad language (mostly Damian and Jason)
Truth or Dare, Bat Style
Day 3: June 4: Confession
Flipping over onto his side, Jason snored loudly as he slept happily. There was a goofy grin on his face with drool escaping from his mouth and dripping down the side of his face. There was a small puddle of saliva on the pillow by his mouth. He was in a good place right now. Everything was perfect. His dream gave him all of his life's desires and then some. He could stay in a state like this forever. ...
WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Jason shot up, every cuss word his dictionary spilling out, "#%#%, what the #%#%# was that. %#%. I'm gonna !$#$ shoot #$# and #$# it #%# TACOS!"
"Woooow," Jason looked to his side as he wiped away the drool from under his mouth and glared at his younger brother who was holding an air horn in his hand. "That made absolutely no sense whatsoever. In fact, I didn't even know those words were real words."
"Now you do," Jason grumbled, throwing his sheets off of him in an over-dramatic motion causing all his blankets to fly onto the floor. Tim's eyes widened before his hands instinctively jumped up to cover them. "What?"Jason inquired, scratching his head.
"Why can't you sleep with pants on?"Tim inquired a groan in his voice.
Jason raised an eyebrow before looking down to see that he was in only a pair of briefs. His eyes widened and he was suddenly wide awake, "DON'T LOOK AT ME, I'M NOT DECENT!"
"Wasn't going to, brief-dude," Tim couldn't resist smirking before running out of the room before he was anymore mentally scarred.
"YOU SPEAK OF THIS TO NO ONE!" Jason scrambled out of his bed, yelling after his little brother. Then he suddenly remembered that he was only in a pair of underwear and quickly wrapped himself up with a white bed sheet, making himself a cocoon. Then he realized he couldn't move. Well, not then. He actually realized when he tried to walk to the bathroom but ended up coming tumbling to the floor.
"Eh, eeh," Jason squirmed, attempting to get out of his self-made cocoon but failing. He just lay there on the floor and sighed. This definitely was not his best idea ever…
'Man', he thought, 'I really wish I had my lighter. I could have gotten out of here in seconds!'
Tim walked down the stairs carefully and into the breakfast room where the rest of the family was eating breakfast. Bruce had refused to even look at them since Dick had shown up wearing the Superman shirt. He was convinced the younger heroes were up to something but if it involved anything that has to do with Clark Kent or Superman, he was going to stay out of it for now. Now as Tim came to the table, Bruce stood up and left without a word to any of his kids.
"Hey, Tim," Dick mumbled sulkily. Bruce had been so mad at him yesterday that he almost beat him up. Almost. (But that would be child abuse, and Batman doesn't do child abuse.)You should have seen the look in Bruce's eyes. It was clear that he really wanted to and that he had wanted to for quite some time now.
"Where's Jason?"Cassandra inquired as she lifted her eyes from the newspaper that she had spread out next to her cup of tea.
Smirking, Tim took a seat across from her and stole a blue berry muffing off of the tray in the middle. Before taking a big bite of the muffin, he flashed his family a grin, "Something tells me he's going to be a while."
No one really cared enough to ask Tim to elaborate but rather each went back to what they had been doing before Tim had joined them: Dick was pushing around his cereal until it was mush, Damian was playing some violent video game, Ulysses (taking advantage of the fact that Alfred was out for a stroll and that Bruce was gone) had brought a machete to the table and was using it to cut his muffin into small pieces and then using it as fork to put in his mouth, Stephanie was scanning the articles of one of those teen magazines while sighing dreamily every now and then, Cassandra was intently reading the morning newspaper, Tim occupied himself with his muffin and the comics of the Cassandra's newspaper, and Barbara was busily researching some recent crime.
For another three hours the young heroes went about their business, moving back and forth between the table. At one point, they were all seated once again at the table, busing themselves with hero stuff when Jason trudged downstairs. His hair was still messy but he was wearing pants, flannel pajamas to be exact, and a white t-shirt that read "SCREW YOU I CAME BACK TO LIFE". He grabbed the last muffin off of the tray and his eyes brightened up when he saw the newspaper that Cassandra had cast aside after she had finished reading it and fished a single page out. "Ooh! The obituaries! I love the obituaries!"
That earned more than his share of stares and he just shrug, viciously biting into his muffin before sputtering it all out. "This is stale," he screamed, semi-incomprehensible as he still had a mouth full of muffin in his mouth. Then he took another bite of the muffin before spitting that out too. "IT'S STALE!" he was about to take another bite before Tim grabbed his arm.
"If it's stale, then why do you keep eating it?" Tim inquired, annoyed.
Jason shrugged, "Idon'tknow." He dropped into his chair and continued to munch on the muffin as he read the obituaries, every once and while giggling like a school girl.
In an attempt to ignore his older brother, Tim cleared his throat and turned to the others, "Shall we continue our game?" the others grinned maliciously and nodded. "Whose turn was it?"
"Dick," Damian was smirking, thinking that he's brother was incapable of a decent truth question or dare. Tim handed his older brother the die silently although a smirk was also on his lips.
Dick snatched it out of his brother's hand with an accusing look on his face to which Tim just smiled innocently. He rolled it onto the table and leaned in to see who it had landed on, "Cassandra." The black haired girl put aside the book that she had been reading with all her attention and looked at her older brother. "Truth or dare?"
"Truth," Cassandra replied curtly, deciding that Dick was an idiot and could not be trusted with dares.
"Do you have a crush on Conner Kent?" Dick asked slyly, thinking that would really get the stoic girl to blush.
However, the former assassin merely stared back at him with a neutral expression. "No," she said flatly.
"What?" Stephanie exclaimed, "Then who's the meta that you have a total crush on?"
This made Cassandra redder than Barbara's hair, "I do not have a crush on anyone," she said firmly, stuttering in the beginning then regaining herself.
"You lie," Jason teased with a smirk on his lips.
"It's my turn," Cassandra grabbed the die from the table, in a hope to chance the subject. Miraculously, her family was full of such easily distracted fools –all (for the most part) trained by Batman –that they immediately forgot about her crush, much to her relief. She rolled it and it landed on Tim. Instantly, the table went out in a harmony of oohs, laughs, and cackles (mostly Jason, with some deep, low ones from Ulysses, and menacing chuckles from Damian). "Truth or dare?"
"Truth," Tim smirked wickedly as he gave Cassandra the classic blackmailing look. It was the look that told her that she better not ask anything too personal or he was going to *accidently* spill the beans about her crush. Now she used to be an assassin and could get shot and not even flinch, but that look made her more nervous than she had ever been in her life.
"Um," she took a deep breath, wondering how far she would be able to go and hating Tim for having information on her, "Why do you hate Damian so much?"
"Because he's short," Tim replied coolly, grabbing the die. "My turn." Their siblings all shot Cassandra an accusing look to which she returned a shrug that said she had no other option.
"HEY!" Damian screeched.
"And his voice is annoying. And I still don't get why that idiot replaced me with him." Tim continued to stare at his little brother. "He has horrible taste in costumes, music, and mentors."
"Hey!" Dick interjected this time, his voice high-pitched like a whiny teenage girl.
"Should I continue with why I hate Dick or are we good?" Tim asked pleasantly.
"We're good," Barbara quickly cut in to avoid any tension.
"That wasn't a real answer!" Jason continued anyways.
"Good," Tim smiled widely as he tossed the die onto the table. During the seconds that the die bounced on the table, the others held their breaths, all deathly afraid that it would land on them. It finally came to stop but no one leaned in to see who it was, in fear that they would see their own name glaring up at them. "Well, well, well, looks like my victim is…Jason." Jason swallowed before shaking it off and putting on his bad-boy aura.
"Yeah! Hit me with your best shot!" Jason yelled as he slammed his hands on the table, making everyone wince. "I'm going with dare cause I'm not a sissy pansy!"
"Fine, I dare you to go to the Metrotower and profess your love to Superman." There was an evil look on Tim's face as Jason paled.
"*#(&" was Jason's initial reaction.
"JASON!" the girls screamed, "There's child here."
"What? Damian's not a kid! He's a demonic, evil, bird!"
"That's not what we met." The girl eyed Tim who scowled at them for treating him like some innocent kid who should be shielded from all evil and Jason.
"Stop pouting," Dick grinned, nudging his little brother.
"So, Jason are you going to do it or what?" Tim brought them back on subject in an attempt to get them to stop babying him for the time being. He seriously was getting annoyed at this. After all, they had a ten year old now; they should baby him, not the seven teen year old.
"Do I have to?" Jason's voice was small and almost pleading.
Ulysses and Damian couldn't take it anymore; they burst out into laughs each falling out of their chair. "Jason likes Superman!"
"Shut up, that's not what he means," Stephanie snapped, even though there was a grin on her lips.
Tim turned back to Jason, "You could always wear the shirt." He brought the shirt out from under the table, surprising everyone.
"Where the hell did that come from?" Dick demanded to which Tim just grinned.
"You're a cruel, insensitive bastard, you know that," Jason growled.
"I know. Shall I get the Bat Van?" Tim inquired, pleased with himself.
"Oh hell no," Stephanie screamed. "We're going by Bat Wing today!"
"I hate my life. I hate Metropolis. I hate living. I hate Ra's for bringing me back to life. I hate Tim. I hate Dick. I hate Dick for being a douche. I hate Stephanie. I hate Barbara. I hate Bruce. I hate Dick. I hate Donna for never giving me a chance. I hate Guy Gardner. I hate Kyle Rayner. I hate all green lanterns. I hate Superboy. I hate anyone with the name Super before their gender. I hate Powergirl. I hate the JSA. I hate the Justice League. I hate Batman. I hate the JSA All-stars. I hate Nebraska. I hate the Teen Titans –"
"You said you hated me three times. Four if you count me as Batman," Dick pointed out, offended as he maneuvered the Batwing through the fluffy white clouds.
Jason glared. "I hate Dick for interrupting my rant. I hate Dick for driving like an old lady. I hate Dick's hair. I hate –"
"We get it!" Stephanie yelled out of annoyance. "You hate everything."
"Damn straight."
"You're just a bundle of joy aren't you," Tim commented as leaned across the aisle.
"I hate Tim for being an ass." Jason growled, glaring at his younger brother as he reached into his pocket to fish out some sort of knife or sharp object to throw at his evil brother. Seeing what he was doing, Barbara reached forward from behind him and slapped his hand away from his pocket. She gave him a warning look to not even think about it. Turning away from the disproving glance of the redhead, Jason focused his attention on the white clouds that they flew through.
"This is going to be a long trip," Barbara sighed as she leaned back in her seat, feeling bad déjà vu and again feeling the need to blame Tim.
After pocketing the keys of the Batwing, Dick turned to his siblings with a grin, "Let's get to it. And we should hurry, if Bruce finds out that I'm here again even after giving me one last chance, I'm screwed."
"Oh, he won't find out," Tim smirked, waving off the thought. However, he was already concocting a plan to use this as blackmail against his older brother if Dick ever got a chance to give Tim a dare or question. "Now, let's go, Superman should be in the monitor room."
"And you know this how?" Stephanie inquired as she and others began to follow Tim down the hall.
"He probably hacked the League's systems and found out who has monitor duty before assigning Jason with the dare," Barbara explained, positive that that was the case.
"Good," Stephanie let out a sigh of relief, "Cause I was afraid that he had some sort of tracking device on Superman." Tim let out a chuckle and turned to smirk at the blonde with a smug look that caused the girl to pale. "TIM!"
"What?" Tim asked innocently, "I don't question what you do, do I?"
"You kind of do," Stephanie reminded him angrily.
"And for good reason too," Damian muttered earning an agreeing nod from Ulysses.
"Oh, what do you three know?" Stephanie grumbled with a glare before pushing past Tim and stomping down the hall ahead of them.
"Stephanie," Tim said pleasantly as he came to a stop. "Where are you going?"
"See!" Stephanie spun around placing her hands on her hips as she sent a deathly glare towards the black haired boy. "There you go again! You question everything that I do! And it pisses me off! Why can't you admit that I know what I'm doing?"
Tim merely smiled before pointing down the hallway to his right, "Monitor room is that way."
The blonde haired girl reddened as she stuttered, "I-I knew that, I was just testing you." She quickly walked back towards them and turned into the hallway.
"Sure you did," Tim added as he followed her, pleased with his victory. They reached the door of the monitor room with less dead air than one of Bruce's lectures. "Alright, Jason, get in there and go have a heart to heart with Supes."
Jason was pale and spoke for the first time since they got to the Metrotower, "Do I have to?" His voice was small and meek.
"You could always wear the shirt," Ulysses offered. No sooner had the words escaped the brown haired boy's mouth than Barbara pushed him aside with such force that he hit the wall hard. "Owwwwww…." He let out as he slid down to the ground.
"No," Barbara growled, her eyes flashing with anger as she grabbed Jason by the collar and brought his face close to hers. "Listen to me and listen to me good, we came all the way here and so you're going to go in there and do the damn dare!"
Jason gulped as he asked meekly, turning his head towards his brothers, "I'm pretty sure this is against the rules."
"Nope," Tim shook his head, "There was only one rule and that was the T-shirt thing. Anything else is fair game."
"I hate my life," Jason mumbled as he freed himself from the redhead's grip and walked towards the door of the monitor room. He took a deep breath before turning back to his siblings, "Remember me for all the awesome, yet vaguely horrible, things I've done if I don't come out alive."
"Stop being so melodramatic," Dick rolled his eyes.
Unable to come up with a dignified response, Jason sputtered a bunch of mocking noises to which the rest of his family rolled their eyes. Just as Jason was about to open the door, the door slid open and out walked Atom Smasher who walked past the Bat family, observing them suspiciously out of the corner of his eye.
Jason turned around to his family who didn't really care about the passing man, most were annoyed that Jason was stalling so long. All except Tim who was staring after the man with a scowl and narrowed eyes that showed his disgust.
"What was that?" Jason inquired, suspicious.
Tim's eyes widened and in a second he was back to the cheerful yet equally smug smirk from before. "What was what?" He was giving Jason that look that showed that he thought his older brother was crazy.
"That look!" Jason pointed out incredulously. "I know what I saw, dammit!"
"Jason, stop stalling and just do the dare," Tim smirked innocently.
"I've got my eye on you," Jason hissed as he pointed two fingers at his eyes at and then at Tim.
Behind them, the others were getting restless and even more than irritated than before if that was even possible. "Just go!" They screamed in perfect unison and then shoving Jason into the room. Jason stumbled in, turning his head and giving them a final glare.
"Fine," he mumbled as he slowly made his way towards where Superman was standing, his back to the door and watching the screens that had security camera footage of Black Canary on a mission with Wonder Woman, Batman interrogating some corrupt CEO about hiring some assassin, and finally one of the Flash on a mission with Green Lantern in Central City. Jason rapped Superman lightly on the shoulder, praying that the Big Blue was too busy to waste his time with him.
Much to his dismay, Superman whipped around to look at the boy, completely ignoring the distress call he was getting from Flash who desperately needed back up since Hal had been forced to break up a fight between Star Sapphire Carol Ferris and Sinestro which had already destroyed three blocks of the city, leaving Barry with no fire power against the entire crew of the Rogues who had adopted a new toy in the shape of a cannon-sized, laser-shooting blaster. There was this giant, goofy, and giddy grin on Superman's face and in his eyes as he looked at the younger boy whose eyes had widened and he was beginning to get really freaked out and doubting if wearing the Superman shirt would be as bad at this.
"Hi, Superman," Jason greeted meekly, offering a small wave. This was totally out of character for the loud 'anti-hero' who was always in the faces of all the Justice League members, regardless of their age, experience, or demeanor. But when he saw that creepy look on Superman's face, he felt the same way he did when Joker had stood over him grinning insanely, except for twenty times more freaked out. He took a deep breath and let out rapidly, sensing all eyes on the room on him, "Ihaveacrushonkara." Behind him, he could hear Tim, Dick, Stephanie, Barbara, and Cassandra's stifled laughs, giggles, and chuckles and Ulysses and Damian's stumped grunts.
Superman's grin immediately vanished as quickly as it had appeared. He blinked twice and swallowed exaggeratedly. A few minutes later, which seemed like a lifetime to poor Jason, Superman finally spoke. He words came out forced; it was like he didn't want to know the actual answer to his question, "What…did you say?"
Jason gulped before repeating this time softer and slower. He knew that Superman heard him and if Big Blue was making him repeat it, he probably was pissed and there was no reason to make him any angrier than he already was. "I like Kara." His hands immediately jumped up to cover his face. "Don't hit me! I'll tell Bruce!"
Behind him, he heard Damian exclaim shocked, "What the hell!" And then came the sound of a hand making impact with head. "Dick, you ass!" Then there another sound of head slapping.
"Damian, watch your language," Dick hissed quietly, just barely loud enough for Jason to hear. He clamped a hand over Damian's mouth so that he could watch the scene unfold in front of him with his full attention. Damian debated whether or not he should bite Dick's had to get revenge but decided the scene in front of him was too good to miss.
Meanwhile, Superman's fists clenched tightly as he took a deep breath. "Jason," his voice was stern. "You're too good for her, dammit!" He was so angry that he forget the rule that Batman had set up that no one was supposed to swear in front of Tim (not Damian, mind you).
"I know!" Jason blurted out, not having heard what the Man of the Steel had actually said. "She's way too good for me! She's so pretty and I'm so…ugh! And I'm a half criminal, half wannabe hero! She's the ideal female hero, the pinnacle of beauty! I use guns and she's bulletproof. You can stop rubbing in the fact that she's way too good for me! Dammit! And another thing –" The black haired boy paused and looked strangely at Superman who was giving him a confused look in return, "Wait, what did you say?"
"Jason, Kara's not good enough for you. She's not worthy enough to be part of the Bat family! She's not even worthy enough to be Batgirl's friend! How could you even think of her like that?" Superman demanded, his fist beginning to pound down angrily on the computer, repeatedly.
"Wow, didn't expect that," Jason shrugged to himself as he listened to the rant and pounding of the fist which was beginning to slightly tremble the room. Not leaving well enough alone, Jason felt the need to defend the girl of his dreams, "Are you freaking kidding me?" He had seemed to have gotten his voice back as he yelled at the alien, "She's Supergirl, dammit! She's good enough for any guy on this planet –"
Tim, seeing the anger growing in Clark's eyes, interrupted, "Uh, Jason, I think you should stop now."
"And another thing, I would die to go on one date with her!"
"JASON!"
"No! She's not worthy for you! She's not good enough to be your girlfriend! She's just annoying blonde cheerleader!" Superman was beginning to stomp his foot on the ground both uncharacteristically and childishly. The bat family was beginning to get freak out at this new side that they had never seen before just as the Metrotower began shaking.
Dick cursed loudly as he struggled to regain his footings, he ran forward and grabbed Jason's arm. "Come on we need to go before the Metrotower comes down on us."
"Yeah, I should have kept my mouth shut," Jason realized his mistake of going too far.
"You think?" Tim rolled his eyes, pissed as he pushed Cassandra and Stephanie towards the door. The two girls gave him a look for him to stop pushing and he backed off.
"So that's what you meant," Ulysses finally spoke. Everyone turned to look at him.
"Wow, you're slow," Tim commented, his voice sardonic.
"Shut up," Ulysses growled.
"Can we get out of here? I value you my life!" Dick screamed like a girl as a large piece of ceiling fell inches away from him.
"I don't think you do," Barbara couldn't help snapping.
"Let it go, woman!" Dick yelled just as another piece of debris dropped inches away from him. "Crap, let's get out of here."
As they ran out at full speed towards the Batwing, which they all prayed was still intact, Tim couldn't help thinking, "I hope that Atom Smasher gets crushed," and then giggling giddily out loud, earning him looks from Stephanie and Jason who were running beside him. He gave them an evil glare, scaring the pee out of Jason before speeding up and taking the lead of the group. He would have to punish them later for bursting his bubble. All in good time, all in good time.
Sorry for the out of character Jason and Superman... But in this version Supes is a total Batman fanboy.
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