A/N: Just a note, since some people are confused.
This fic is completely and utterly AU. It's precariously close to crack. It might even BE crack.
The next part I post was originally going to be the final part. That said, I clearly didn't put too much thought into backstory and stuff. I just have some general ideas. But, for the most part, I'm making it up as I go.
This is just for the lulz. Which is why a lot of it doesn't make sense. Don't try to make too much sense of the (lack of) continuity. If you want to try making sense of it...well, that's to you. Good luck, haha. :D
And now...not a new part (I apologize greatly), but I present to you this bonus chapter (and, yes, this is pretty much what Dick does all day in this fic):
Dick Grayson Sings When Will This Heaven End?
(parody of "When Will My Life Begin" from Disney's Tangled)
Seven A.M., the usual morning lineup:
Start as a troll and flame and be all mean;
Post on twitter and tumblr, and blog it all up!
Troll again, and by then, it's like 7:15!
And so I'll watch movies,
Like maybe two or three.
Upload a few new drawings to my gallery.
Do acrobatics, jumps,
And flips, and basically
Just wonder when will this heaven end?
Then after lunch it's back to the forums and trolling,
Afternoon 'toons, and a bit of virtual chess!
Hacking, MMOing, and don't forget program-coding.
Then I'll stretch, maybe sketch, some handsprings,
Make a mess!
And I'll watch more movies
If I have time to spare.
I'll put up some more art,
Never enough to share.
And then I'll troll, and troll,
While laughing from my chair.
Stuck in the same place I've always been.
And I'll keep wonderin' and wonderin'
And wonderin' and wonderin'
When will this heaven end?
And then tomorrow,
It's just the same thing, I fear.
Just like every other day of the year.
What is it like
To have this thing called a "life"?
Now that I'm older...
...Nah, I still don't want a "life."