Note: Very loosely based off of the prompt.
Atrophy – wasting away of the body
Robin stared at the cream colored door with its brass doorknob with trepidation. While the door was incredibly ordinary itself, what waited hidden behind it was not. Where once the sound of awesome guitar solos pervaded the room, now only the heart-wrenching sounds of country music was played. Where once the room was well lit, it now carried a darkness rivaling the Bat Cave.
Robin shook his head to clear the cobwebs. He needed to focus. While he didn't want to do this, it was necessary. The fate of the afternoon rested on it.
Taking a fortifying breath, Robin turned the doorknob and marched into the gloomy room. His first course of action was to flip the light switch on. Instantly the room brightened.
"Go away," a muffled voice groaned from beneath a blue comforter.
"No can do," Robin responded cheerfully as he headed for the radio on the dresser. The country music needed to be off. Now.
"Don't mess with my tunes!" the voice, and the body it belonged to, was now sitting up and glaring at him.
"Your tunes?" Robin snorted, "Wally, you hate country music."
"I just never got the appeal until now. Switch it back on," Wally demanded.
"How about you make me?" Robin challenged.
Wally scowled and laid back down, turning on his side away from Robin.
"C'mon. You've been lying in bed for a week now. You're going to waste away."
"I'm fine with that," Wally pulled the comforter over his head.
Robin cracked his neck. It was time to get physical. Grabbing the edge of Wally's mattress, Robin quickly flipped the bed. Robin then took a step back because his sullen friend was going to be spitting mad.
"Dude, what the hell?"
Wally was on the ground, staring up at Robin from a tangle of comforter and sheet. Under normal circumstances, Robin would have laughed. Now though, he had to stay on offense.
"Your girlfriend dumped you. It's been a week—almost as long as your relationship. Get over it.
"Now, you're going to get up, get dressed, and be in the car by fifteen minutes from now."
Wally's eye twitched. While he didn't like being told to "get over it", he was also really curious.
"Why do I have to be in the car in fifteen minutes?"
"Because if we leave any later, we're going to be late to see Bill Nye the Science Guy!"
Wally's eyes widened. In a minute he was dressed, munching on a pop tart, and dragging Robin out of his house and towards the car where Alfred was waiting to open their doors.
"Dude, why didn't you just say 'Bill Nye' the moment you entered my room?"
Robin laughed, "I wasn't sure if it would work!"
Wally paused long enough to look at Robin, "It's Bill Nye. He's been my hero since kindergarten!"
Robin shook his head as the two entered the car and prepared for a fun filled day. He should have known. Bill Nye could cheer up anybody.