Sorry that this took so long - school and all that. So yeah, here are five more drabbles. Hope you enjoy. Oh and thanks to 'jennymaster' for so many ideas, I will use them all, hopefully.
So, get reading.
Magnet – For Emiko Sora
The JLA simply loved the little boy. He was basically the centre of their world; Batman would sometimes have trouble getting his son away from the League members and would toss them a glare that clearly said 'Mine!'
Of course, the women of the League – plus Barry and Clark – loved him the most. They would spoil him to death with presents and cuddles and cookies and… well, you get the idea. The males tended to think that the boy was the cutest thing on Earth… but didn't need all the cooing. Some would get rather jealous. They thought he was amazing and that Batman was, well, the luckiest man on Earth… but boy… that child would grow up to be a freakin' chick magnet.
Tiny – For fofo amr
Robin was truly a mystery, a great big mystery, Riddler, even with his 'amazing genius' that was so 'unmatchable' that even the Goddamn Batman couldn't match his 'Brilliance' couldn't figure the boy out. He looked so small that a breeze could break all his bones. I mean, look what he was wearing! It wasn't exactly subtle… or fear inducing. The boy looked even smaller when he was draped over Batman's shoulders, like a Cat, curling himself around his neck, thumb placed firmly in his mouth, soft snores coming from his mouth every once in a while. Batman didn't seem to care… or notice… about the boy sleeping there, continuing as if nothing was wrong or odd at that point in time. Guess to Batman, there wasn't.
Fear – For jennymaster
Robin convulsed, that was the best way to say it as he screamed to high heaven, twitching and wiggling in his mentor's arms as he was carried to the Batmobile. Batman had been quick enough to get his gas mask on when he noticed the heavy yellow gas start to fill up the room, Robin wasn't so lucky as he was pulled by one of Scarecrow's goons when he tried to reach for his belt. Now the boy was wriggling and screaming a mixture of Romani and English.
Batman was scared as well, but not because of any gas that leaked around his veins… because he couldn't stand to see his son in such stress. He hated seeing his little Robin cry…
Kidnapping – For Pottergirl3333
Batman didn't know what was worse. Dick Grayson or Robin. They both got kidnaped… a ton. But he didn't know which one was worse.
When Dick Grayson was kidnapped, he couldn't fight back, he couldn't do anything and would be found within the week… when Robin was kidnapped, he was normally found hours later, but mashed into a bloody pulp.
He didn't know which one scared him more – the helplessness or the hours of waiting. He didn't understand what was worse. What made him react more?
No, Kidnapping was never good, but the way Richard would just crawl into his arms and grasp his suit or uniform, depending, and hold onto him, a tear not escaping down his cheeks, and simply shake… it made the Dark Knight… it both panged his heart and left him wanting more. He didn't know which one was worse…
Coma – For jennymaster
Death – he looked like living death. Not a zombie, not undead. Just living death. Dick was normally pale, he used to be tan, but months of basically spending most of his time in a cave had really taken its toll – not that he still didn't have that gypsy shine when he was out in the sun. But Dick, or Robin for that matter, wouldn't be out in the sun for a while. Bruce wasn't exactly scared, no, scared would say that he didn't think the boy would make it. No, Dick would survive…
He was feeling… nervous. He didn't quite know about what, but that feeling pooled deep in his stomach. He just wanted Dick to wake up… he wanted to see him smile again.
There we are. Hope you liked those - give me ideas in the reviews.
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- Cat =^.^=
