A/N: Just because I could, mostly. I've got a few more up my sleeve that should be posted pretty rapidly as soon as I find time.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

He found nothing more annoying than the rockstars on tv with the ridiculously long hair that they always had to throw around the same way supermodels threw around their bodies. It sickened him. The headbanging was ridiculous. Did these men know that they could possibly give themselves concussions from such nonsense?

Bruce could never even stand to watch the tv when they were on. Supermodels were easier, of course, but rockstars were such a pain.

But it was in the Batmobile where his annoyance of headbanging really kicked in.

In the passenger seat was his little raven-haired boy, fourteen and discovering the true gloriousness of Aerosmith and other such bands. The kid had his iPod clutched tightly in one hand, earbuds blocking out the roaring of the Batmobile's powerful engine. His eyes weren't yet hidden behind the black and white domino mask.

And he was headbanging.

Bruce found nothing in the world more annoying.

Barry Allen was annoying. He never shut up. He was never on time. He was irritating as Hell to the Dark Knight to work with.

Clark Kent was annoying. Captain Perfect was a better title for him than Superman would ever be. The only thing Batman even remotely liked about him was the way he could shut up.

Oliver Queen was annoying. Always trying to purposefully irritate Batman. Always harassing Bruce to come to Celebrity Poker Night.

But never before had Bruce found his own son so bothersome. He couldn't deny it. The kid's headbanging was bothering him. The Dark Knight bothered by his little bird. What was the world coming to?

In one swift motion, his right hand lashed out and clasped the top of the raven-haired boy's head, stopping it in place. "Don't do that."

Dick pulled out an earbud and tilted his head questioningly to one side, blue eyes pitiful and confused. "Why? What did I do wrong? If this is about me not cleaning my room-"

"Your brain could fall out." Anything to get the kid to stop. Lying was so wrong, but just asking for kid to stop would mean Dick had found one of the few things that irritated him more than Wally West.

Baby blues widening, Dick froze in the passenger seat. With a horrified stare at Bruce, he slunk down in his seat and put his earbuds back in, making sure he wouldn't do that anymore. He didn't want his brain falling out...

A/N: Because Bruce is annoyed by a lot of things. Leave a review.

~Sky