Cemeteries

Party Rock Anthem blasted through the speakers as Roy, Wally, and Dick drove through down town Star City after just coming back from the movies. The song had started playing on the radio and Wally had turned the volume up all the way. Now both Wally and Dick were singing along. Roy was trying to drive, but both boys were bouncing the car, making it difficult. He had finally had enough and did the unspeakable…he turned the radio off.

"Roy!" Wally whined.

"Why'd you turn it off?" Dick asked leaning around the passenger seat.

"You two were making the car bounce. We could have gotten into a crash."

"No we couldn't," Wally said. "You can't get into a crash by bouncing the car."

"Whatever, I'm trying to drive and you two are distracting me." Roy said.

"Cemetery, DON'T BREATHE!" Dick cried and he clamped a hand over his nose and mouth as the car rolled to a stop next to the cemetery. Roy and Wally looked at the thirteen-year-old puzzled.

"What?" Wally asked. Dick shook his head. His cheeks were already turning red.

"Dick, what are you doing?" Roy asked, looking at him from the rearview mirror. Dick shook his head. He pointed at the cemetery next to them.

Wally followed his finger. "The cemetery?" Dick nodded. "What about it?"

Dick rolled his eyes. He hit his head against the head rest of his seat. Stupid light, change already, He really needed to breath now. His face turned redder.

"Dude, just breathe." Wally said. Dick shook his head again. Finally the light turned green and the car began to move. Once the cemetery was out of sight, Dick gasped. He sucked in some desperately needed air.

"What was that about?" Wally asked turning in his seat to look at the oxygen-deprived child.

"My dad used to say that when you go by a cemetery, you have to hold your breath or you'll get ghosts up your nose."

"Ghosts up your nose?" Roy asked raising his eyebrow in a very Spock-like fashion.

"Yeah, John didn't believe it either. Then he started sneezing for like five minutes." Dick said.

"Yeah right," Wally scoffed then he started sneezing.

Dick pointed at him, "See, see, I told you! Wally's got ghosts up his nose!" Dick leaned in close to the ginger. "Soul stealer," he whispered.

Wally pushed Dick back in his seat. "I don't have demons up my nose."

"Not demons, ghosts. Demons come out your butt." Dick replied.

The two gingers looked at each other. "Dick, how much sugar have you had?" Wally asked a little scared.

"Just a snickers," Dick said.

"Well, don't do that anymore. I don't think Bruce would appreciate it if you suffocated because you were playing this game." Roy said. He really didn't want to have to deal with Daddy bats if that happened on his watch.

"It's not a game and Bruce does it with me." Dick said. The gingers looked at each other in shock.

"Bruce plays that with you?" Wally asked in disbelief.

"Yes, considering what happened last time." Dick said.

Roy looked at him. "What happened last time?"

"We passed by Gotham cemetery and Bruce started sneezing. I freaked out and when we got home, I tried to perform an exorcism on him."

Wally busted out laughing. "You did that to Bruce?"

"No, to Batman," Dick said.

Roy slammed on the brakes and they all lurched forward. "You tried to perform an exorcism on THE Batman?!" he cried turning in his seat.

Dick shrugged, "He thought it was funny."

Roy and Wally looked at each other in fear. The Batman thought an exorcism was funny. Dick started laughing. They both looked at the boy who was laughing like a mad man in the back seat. "Roy, I'm scared." Wally whispered.

"Me too, Wally," Roy said turning back to the road. "Me too."

Ok, for the demons coming out of your butt thing, just think about it. Demons leave behind sulfur and sulfur smells like rotten eggs. Get it?