Capes Don't Go Well With Doors

The day wasn't going so well for Bruce. He had gotten in extremely late last night and got about two hours of sleep before he had to get up for work. He had cut himself shaving and the coffee maker broke. He had lost his car keys for over an hour and by the time he got to the office, he had steam coming out of his ears. One of the guys on the Board of Directors had berated him about him being late. Talking trash about drinking and his playboy status, none of which he had done since Dick came to live with him. He then sat for hours in meeting after meeting listening to drivel. When he could finally got to go home, he was stuck in traffic for another hour.

When he took Dick out on patrol, Batman was disappointed to find a relatively quiet night. He was really hoping to vent his frustrations on the filth of Gotham, but it seemed that every thug had felt the Dark Knight's bad mood and had taken shelter for the night.

As Batman and Robin rode home in the Batmobile back to the cave for an early night, Bruce could feel his anger boiling under his skin. Apparently, Dick could feel it too. "Hey, you okay?" he asked.

"Fine," Bruce said quickly.

"Sure you are." Dick replied rolling his eyes underneath his mask. "You've been brooding all night…I mean, more than usual."

Bruce felt his lips twitch slightly in amusement. "I'm fine, Dick." He said as he pulled the Batmobile into its spot. "Can I put the keys away?" Dick asked.

"Why do you ask me that every night?" Bruce asked.

"Because it's the closest I can get to touching them without actually driving the car." Dick replied.

Bruce smiled and handed him the keys, to which Dick smiled and got out. Bruce followed closely behind him and he shut the door. He took about two steps before he was jerked back. Confused, Bruce looked back to a sight that made him want to face palm. His cape was caught in the Batmobile door. Oh for the love of…of all the things to go wrong, it had to be his cape. "Dick," he called with a sigh. "I need the keys."

"Why?" Dick asked. When Bruce didn't answer, Dick walked over to his side. He stopped at what he saw. Bruce stood there frowning, looking a lot like a little kid pouting, with cape sticking out behind him, jammed in the door. Dick was silent for a moment before he busted out laughing.

Bruce glared at the boy as he tried to keep his footing as he laughed. "Ha ha, very funny, hand me the keys so I can get out of this." Bruce said.

"Hold on, hold on. I have to get a picture of this." Dick said as he pulled out his phone. "This is just too good to waste."

"Don't you dare." Bruce started before he heard the click of the camera. "Ok you got the picture now hand me the keys."

Dick tossed him the keys still laughing before walking away, texting on his phone. "This is so going to Wally."

Bruce quickly unlocked the door and removed his cape. He slammed the door and took off after Dick. If Dick sent that picture to Wally, then he would show it to Barry, who would show it to the rest of the league. His whole reputation as the Dark Knight would be ruined. He smiled mischievously to himself, time to go catch him a bird.

The manor was quiet was a brief moment before a startled scream echoed through the walls followed by a load crash. Dick was going to be in so much trouble for this.

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