A/N: I hadn't originally planned to publish this yet, but at least I published something. And at least this one is kind of longer.

I was going to finally put up my OC story, but there was a predicament. Check my profile page for deets. Hopefully I'll have it up soon. My goal is by next week since I'm kinda busy.

Yes, Wally's jokes about Rob's belt are supposed to be pretty lame.

Ninja For A Day

Chapter 3: I'm Like A Top-Notch Handy Man! (Pun Intended)

"Haha!" Wally cackled after he clicked Robin's utility belt around his waist, grateful it had an adjustable size. He had always cracked jokes about Robin's belt, and they were always awesome in his mind.

"Is that utility belt to hold your tools, or to keep your plumber's crack from showing?"

"It's an overly-embellished fanny pack!"

"Do you keep your lip-gloss and mascara in there too?"

"So, is that supposed to be like a purse or a fanny pack, because either way you look a little fruity."

And of course, his favorite:

"The Haandy Daandy… UTILITY BELT!"

(OHHHHHHH!)

That one was a doozy.

Despite his poking fun at Robin's murse-pack, the truth was, he was actually kind of jealous. Perhaps it was because Robin never let him touch it.

Well, he had more than just touched it, and there was no turning back now.

Birdarangs, grappling guns, ninja stars, escrima sticks, tazers, button-activated bombs, gas bombs, gauze, Band-Aids, antiseptic, rope, and other various common necessities that you would make fun at first but would later turn out to come in handy. Wally realized that all of the compartments were organized and sorted based on similarities. Of course! That nerd! Batman has done no good to that boy!

Wally snatched a small bomb from the explosive weapons pocket, activated it, and threw it across the room.

"AH!" He yelped in surprise as it exploded and ducked behind the bed. Even though, of course, he had already seen it coming. He peeked over the bed. Whoops. He walked over and examined the scorch mark on Robin's dresser and wall. Stupid impulsive actions. Luckily, the bomb had gone off in mid-air, or otherwise he might've blown a hole in the floor.

Wally ran out into the hallway. He turned facing the left side of the hallway and saw thirty feet down at the end of the hallway, there was a metal bar running along the top of the wall. Smirking, he pulled the grappling gun out of his pocket, aimed the weapon at the bar, and fired. The thin black rope with a hook at the end shot out and hit the wall, missing the bar by a mile.

"Daamn," He grumbled. Pressing another button, the hook came back to the gun. "Alright, let's try this again…" He fired again, this time grabbing onto the bar. "Bingo." Wally pressed the button on the gun, jumped and he swung towards the wall. Realizing that he was about to hit the wall, he put his legs out and braced for impact. When he hit the wall, he bent his knees a little. See, I'm not that stupid! He took his feet off the wall and jumped down. Or maybe I am…oops. Wally licked his gloved thumb and tried to rub the two boot marks off the wall. Oh, well. It's Robin's boots. Maybe he'll get blamed!

After collecting the gun and going back to Robin's room, he noticed there were a couple pockets he had yet to open. His eyes glisten with mischief and anticipation as his fingers twitched towards the unexplored compartments.

He opened one to see that it was empty. Hmm, so much for exciting. Wait, what's that smell? Was it… rotten eggs? Tuna fish? Or maybe-

Wally fell back, unconscious.

The next day…

Wally woke up in daze.

Huh? Wuh-where am I? How did I- Why am I wearing Robins clothes?

He looked at the utility belt and it all came back to him.

Oh, yeah. One last mystery pouch.

Wally opened the flap, took out the object, and scowled.

He threw the dumb gas mask on the ground.

Ah, the irony. Poor Wally.

Ugh, I am so tired I had a tornament early this morning and I had stayed up late with my friend the night before. It didn't affect my game, but it still wasn't a smart idea.

Thanks, and review please!

Love, J