I suppose I have to update this, but I wanted to update my FrankandJoe3 story. By suggestive themes, I was not hinting at Wally/Rob. I'm only 12! I can't write that without getting my ass ninja roundhoused by the hounds from OG that read my stuff! I meant from my character, Frankie, who's almost nothing like me. I want to write it just because I have some really good violent deaths planned, so I'm just writing this to get you guys to go read about how the YJ team doesn't like us fangirls as much as we love them… so yeah, updating… Yay….
The room was near silent, but Tony preferred it like that. Silence made it easier for him to plot, plan and other things like that. For now, his leg was wrapped in a homemade cast, propped up on his desk. It was still store from the batarang that it had received to its back nearly three days ago. The second attempt to get Richard was a failure too, but only because that stupid red head had interrupted again. Tony pulled a cigar from his special case. Noting how little he had left, he made a mental note to go out and get some more later. He put his lighter to the end and set it in his mouth, savoring the exquisite taste that most would cough at.
He pulled it away from his lips and exhaled a heavy stream of smoke, watching it go into the air above his head, circling like a halo before disappearing into the ceiling, joining the rest of the smoke from his previous Cuban cigars. He knew that Cuban cigars were illegal in the United States, so he was glad he was over in New England. [1] He set the cigar back in his lips and let his mind drift into his recent plans that began to formulate.
It's obvious that the boy is a lot weaker alone. If that red head hadn't shown up either time, I would have little Richard here beside me… So the point is to find him and catch him by surprise. He's never alone though. At home, he locks himself in that gym of his and busies himself. I've never seen him go off without an escort or a hero at his side. And even if I do catch him alone, he'll have that damn belt of his and he could call for help. I have to manage to get him away from society and that belt… We could try a heavier drug dosage, but maybe have it delay four hours so he drops when he's out of school…
No, Batman gets him from school. I can't get him in the hospital because he can call for help there too… I'll have to get him when he goes back to school. That's my only option. It's a small window, but I can do it. I'll have to do something to the red head and Batman too though. I have to get that kid alone. He's always on alert though, and he'll be especially that after coming home from all of this. Batman will probably hire a security guard or something…
Tony took another puff of his cigar, his eyes tracing the beautiful smoke that rose from his lips.
"How troublesome," he muttered, unconsciously rubbing his aching knee.
He then pressed the cigar back to his lips and picked up his cell phone. He had to hire a couple men to help him with this.
XxXxX
The famous Batman crept silently through the halls of the hospital, all of the lights off and overnight patients snoring loudly and breathing softly, differing from one patient to the next. He wasn't listening for snores though. He was looking for a certain patient. Lucky for him, no doctors passed by to see him. If they had, they would've been ninja kicked and they wouldn't remember ever seeing him down the halls. Finally, Batman saw a room that he liked the number of. He poked his head in the door and wasn't necessarily pleased with what he saw, but it was fine for him at the moment. He let the door close silently behind him as he crept through the darkness, as quiet as a shadow.
He walked over to Richard's bed. Richard was slumbering silently, clutching a pillow tight to his chest; his black locks the only part of him viewable over the white of the pillow. Richard's breath was silent in his throat, but his chest rose and fell softly behind the shielding of the pillow and the protection of the white pillow. Batman walked closer to the boy and stared down at him for a moment before glancing about the room. Kid Flash, in his civvies, was resting in a hospital bed. From what Richard had explained from over the phone, he was here because of the needle he had received to his stomach. It had some unknown toxin that wasn't known, even its chemicals a mystery to the doctors.
The red head was lying in his own bed across the room, sprawled across it like a dog waiting for its belly to be rubbed. His mouth was open in a mind numbing snore that would definitely block out any sound that Batman would make, if he did. Batman rolled his eyes in annoyance and looked down at his own little boy. He slowly tugged the pillow from Richard's face, only to see a soft smile painted on the boy's lips, his space sparkling from silent and nearly unnoticeable tear tracks. He still clutched tight at the pillow, as if it was a lover, or a stuffed animal needed to survive the dark and heartless nights. Batman ran a hand through Richard's black bangs, better revealing his eyes.
In reaction to the touch, Richard flinched and squirmed back, his eyes screwed up tight. [ 2 ]
Batman pulled away, discouraged by the reaction. He had never known Dick to be a touchy-feely boy, which was sometimes good. Dick had always seemed to be afraid from being given affection, the reason unknown by his mentor and ward. He had always beamed brilliantly at a pat on the shoulder or a tousle of the hair, or even a 'Congrats', but being shown real affection was something he always seemed to push away. Well, at least around him. Batman stepped closer and wrenched the pillow from Richard's grip, despite the boy's soft whimper of discomfort that escaped his slumbering lips.
"Time to go home," Batman whispered, his voice echoing inside of Richard's head, interrupting his heart shattering, mind numbing nightmare.
It only added a darker twist, causing Richard to inhale sharply, biting onto his bottom lip. Batman noticed and frowned. He scooped up Richard, bridal style, and hugged him softly to his dark gray and black costume. Richard's eyebrows rose behind the dark veil of sleep, but not from the hug and Batman could tell that. In reaction to the hug, Richard seemed to be uncomfortable, but in real life, he probably would've smiled wider then he was. The once soft smile had faded to only a ghost, but it hovered there, unbeknownst to his mentor.
With a final glance about the room, Batman darted from the room, Richard asleep in his arms. Escaping the hospital, he hopped into the Bat Mobile, carefully concealed in the darkness due to its black shading. He laid Richard down in along the back seat, which was ever so carefully angled so that the boy wouldn't roll onto the floor due to its upward angle. He rarely used it, but he was glad for its installation after several bad nights spent at the bar and several injuries and hangovers suffered. For now, he was thankful because it held what was left of his small world, or at least a fraction of it. He buckled his seatbelt and proceeded to tear down the highway in silence.
No hospital is good enough to harbor a hero. Tomorrow, I'll tell the Flash to go get his nephew. For now, I have to tend to Richard… so careless in letting himself get hurt, but that'll be over after we stop Tony again, but this time for good. This time, when I get the chance, I won't hesitate to pull the trigger.
XxXxX
Wally peeked one green eye open and glanced across the room, just to confirm his suspicions. Robin's bed was empty, the only evidence of previous life being the rumpled sheets and the pillow.
"Little lucky bastard," Wally smiled gently.
He sat up in his bed and climbed down carefully. He strode across the room and pushed open the door.
Final destination: Mount Justice. See ya suckers!
He sped off in a tan, red and bluish blur, abandoning the empty room. He assumed that Robin would be with Batman and they were probably over at Mount Justice, mostly because of its excellent infirmary that served great as a hospital for heroes of some sort. If they could care for a super powerless sidekick there, they could definitely deal with him.
XxXxX
Richard's eyes swelled open and he sat straight up, looking around the room hopefully. His heart sunk when he saw that he was just in the infirmary. He sighed gently and finally felt the pain in his midsection. He didn't let it show though. He just frowned and rubbed at it as he lay back down.
"Hello there Robin," Red Tornado's voice sounded. "Would you like me to go tell Batman that you're awake?"
Robin hesitated. "Not yet. Give me another five minutes."
Red Tornado bowed his head gently. "As you wish."
He went off to tell Batman anyway, but he slowed his pace so that Robin might have another five minutes of thoughts and silence all to himself. He had that much of a heart, no matter inhuman it was. Robin felt at his eyes, relieved to feel a mask resting over his blue eyes. He wasn't relieved to be there though. His dream had been a comfort to him, a warm assuring hug and meaningless words whispered into his subconscious that caused gentle shivers down his back.
Just a dream… why did I have to wake up?
Robin blinked slowly, pulling off his gloves in irritance. He longed for white bandages and dark green spandex. He longed to have brown hair and he longed to be little Richard Grayson, son to Mary and John. That was just a dream. That's all it ever was and it's what it would always be to him. Just a stupid dream that he'd never wake from. How troublesome.
I updated for you. Now go check out my FrankandJoe3 story, whatever I called it. It has FrankandJoe3 in the title. Please? I worked really hard on that and I don't intend to make it slash, just best friendship… I like writing stuff where the characters know that they're on a show. I find that amusing. It's like a reality TV program, only more violent, with me starring in it as the creepy bipolar chick who explodes several times out of awesomeness.
[1] In WELCOME TO HAPPY HARBOR, Kaldur asked Robin if tornadoes were common in New England. Look it up if you don't believe me (:
[2] I read this expression from Harry Potter, so if you don't like it, blame J.K Rowling, not FrankandJoe3.
And check out ~Misery Business~ by Paramore. It's a beautiful song. And I suggest you check my FrankandJoe3 story, or you'll see a black haired, blue eyed beauty in your bed room with a paintball machine gun, each ball of paint laced with cyanide. (:
-Frankie