Can I say how much I love MaraBella for her amazing ideas? (not litterally, though, sorry ;P)
anyways... Crack!fic!
Summary: Robin hates vending machines, until Flash gives him a different perspective.
Rating: K
Disclaimer: I own nothing except for Choo-Choo's, Chocolate Cocoas, Coconut Cubes, Sour Skinners, Loopy Lemons, Jigglin' Jellers, and Tart Tarts... just read the story.)
"Darn it!"
Heads turned in the cafeteria to see the cutest sight ever: everyone's favorites little vigilante was standing in front of the Choo-Choo's Candy vending machine, his lips pursed, pixie-booted foot tapping, and arms crossed over his chest. The machine was making a whining noise, and the spring trying to send out Chocolate Cocos kept pushing the package of brown sweets into the glass screen.
Flash turned to Superman and Wonder Woman, both of who were smirking lightly. "Isn't someone gonna go help him?"
There came a sudden thwack and everyone turned to see two bat-a-rangs lodged into the glass screen. But, still, the Chocolate Cocos were still stuck.
Robin pulled at his hair in anguish, gnashing his teeth.
Hey! For an eight-year-old kid, not getting your sugar intake for the day is a disaster.
Flash turned back around to Superman and Wonder Woman, both of which were red in the face, their eyes bulging out as they tried not to laugh. Rolling his eyes, Flash muttered, "When did I become the mature one?"
In a- flash- of red, the Scarlet Speedster was crouching at Robin's side, peering up at the machine with him. "Hello, Robby-O! What's shakin'?"
Ignoring Flash's sorry attempt at street-slang, Robin kicked the machine. "This vender sucks!"
Flash chuckled. "Sorry, kid. Choo-Choo's isn't known for having good machine. But, hey, if you want their service to be better, why don't you take orders?"
As Flash stood to ruffle the child's hair, he didn't see Robin's masked face scrunched up with thought. "Why don't I take orders...?"
…
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Batman stalked down the hall towards the cafeteria. He was tired, and he had a meeting in the morning, so he decided to get Robin home early. (Or, early for a Bat on patrol.) His black cape swooshed behind him slowly, his heels clicking on the metallic tiles. Click, clock, click, clank.
Suddenly, the sound of laughter met the Dark Knight's ears.
Guess I've found Robin...
He walked into the dining hall, only to see Wonder Woman, Hal, John, Hawkwoman, and Flash cracking up about something. Turning to follow their line-of-sight, the Dark Knight cocked an eyebrow.
The large Choo-Choo's Candy Machine had a hole, about a foot in diameter, cut out of the front. All of the candies were still in place (the Sour Skinners, Loopy Lemons, Coconut Cubes, Chocolate Cocos, Jigglin' Jellers, and the Tart Tarts), their little black springs ready for action. The same red, peeling paper and blue spray-paint covered the old machine, and the same pee stain (never give Hal three beers in one night) was on the back, left corner.
It was what was inside the machine that made them all laugh.
Even Batman cracked a grin!
I mean, who would have thought of that?
…. Apparently my ward...
Inside the machine, scrunched back up in the corner, was a little caped and masked Robin. He had several green bills in his hand, and even more loose change at his feet. Superman and Hawkman were at the side of the machine, the latter having his hands on his hips as he looked at the candies.
"I think I'll have the Coconut Cubes."
Robin nodded, then said, "That'll be two dollars."
"TWO DOLLARS?"
The little vigilante scowled and crossed his arms as best he could in the enclosed space. "You pay for the service. Do you think I want to stay up here all night? I'm here to make sure that all superheroes get their Choo-Choo's after a hard mission! My job is just as important as yours, mister!"
Hawkman scowled, but inside, the Thangarian was laughing. Reaching into his pocket for another dollar, he handed two bills to Robin, who pulled the Coconut Cubes down from the second-to-the-top shelf. He turned back to the hole, sticking the package out, but, just as Hawkman reached for them, the little bird snapped his hand back.
"52 cents tax."
His eye now twitching, Hawkman paid the kid and walked back over to his table. Flash tried to steal one of his Cubes, but the warrior slapped him upside the head. "Are you kidding me? I just paid $2.52 for this!"
Superman reached the glass and asked for Jigglin' Jellers, and, after paying $1.43 (Hawkman was outraged) went to sit down.
Batman came up to the glass, and Robin beamed at him through the dirty screen. "Hello, sir! Welcome to Choo-Choo's Candy Station! May I take your order?"
"No. Not now, Robin, it's time to go."
The boy did his infamous pout. "But I have a job-"
"You can do your 'job' tomorrow."
Robin looked down, giving out the biggest fake-sigh he could. "But... B-But you didn't even order anything..."
The other Leaguers were watching intensely to see what the Dark Knight would do next.
Trying not to snarl it, Batman said, "I'd like to have one Robin to go, please."
"That'll be $8!"
Batman cocked an eyebrow beneath his cowl. "I don't think so."
"I do."
Now snarling, the man pulled out his wallet. "How about five?"
"Eight."
"Six?"
"Eight."
"Seven?"
"Eight."
"Seven-twenty-five."
"Ten."
"That's it!" Batman reached into the machine and pulled the boy out by the scruff of his uniform. "Hey!"
As the Dark Knight glowered at his protege, he said, "Now, young man, would you like to pay me for every meal, every toy, and every article of clothing I have bought for you?"
"..."
"I didn't think so."
Robin stuck his tongue out, and everyone else laughed. But, they were quickly silenced by the Bat-Glare. "Come on, Robin."
Without looking back, Batman stalked to the door. But, there wasn't the normal light tug on his cape where Robin would normally hold on. So, turning around, he saw the little boy holding up at least fifty dollars in cash.
"Can I keep the money?"
$8 because Robin is eight!
MaraBella, do you not have an account, or are you a stalker? 'Cuz I'm kinda' scared... ;P
JK!
Anyways, I've got some good ideas for now, peoples, I just want some feedback! (Trust me, any more ideas, and I'll be murdered by plot-bunnies. No. Joke.)
You know where it is.
