Request from bluejay, as a prize for a winning July Collab entry. I happened to judge and got the chance to write with the eloquent prompts of 'recovering from injury Robin' and 'overprotective Superboy.' No, just kidding, bluj, they were fine prompts.
'Tis short, beithing only a drabble, but hey. I've had a really bad writer's apathy lately, haven't really been interested in writing (read: reading Harry Potter fan fiction - it's addicting, but hard to find something good), and I promise I wasn't holding out for reviews.
No Roy Joy, just Wally and Dick friendship at the end-ish part. And Superboy. Poor Dick's going crazy.
Recovery
He was almost there. Just a few more steps. The crutches weren't even making a-
Oh, hey, his feet weren't touching the ground anymore, and the metal supports under his arms dangled. Great.
"Superboy, really, all I was going to do was-"
"Go back to bed."
"No, you don't understand, Batman wants me to-"
"Rest, not wander the halls."
Dick huffed as the clone carried him, arm around his chest, into the recovery ward of Mount Justice's hospital area to set the teen back on the bed.
"I wasn't wandering," he muttered petulantly, arms crossing as soon as Superboy removed the crutches from his grip. "I had a specific destination in mind."
"The bed, right?"
"Laptop, actually. Gotta update the Batcave's security system. Batman's orders."
Superboy only gave him a look from the doorway. "I highly doubt that."
"It's true! Ask him yourself!" Robin shouted after him, but the clone made no sound of having heard him. "Stupid, overprotective-"
"I thought Roy had dibs on that one?"
Dick gave his best Bat-glare to the redhead now standing at the foot of his bed. "Clones, apparently. Roy's a clone, right?"
"Dude, I'm not checking, you're on your own on that one," Wally laughed, sitting in the chair to the right of the bed, tossing his legs on top of the cover and leaning his chair back. Dick pushed his legs off with his good foot, satisfied at the thump of the chair falling. If only it had gone backwards…
"Shortpants?"
"Twinkletoes," Dick returned scathingly, glaring at Wally again. "What?"
"Dude, don't bite my head off! I was just wondering where your puppy went."
"Don't know. Hey, could you get my laptop out of the living room? That's where I was headed before I got caught by the Warden."
"Sure. Back in a-"
"Flash, got it. Just go!"
"Fine." The blur was out and back within a few seconds. "See if I do anything nice for you again."
"You're never nice to me," Dick murmured, engrossed in his typing. "Wally? I need that USB drive that went with it. Can you- Wally?"
Dick glanced up from the screen and took in the room. No Wally, though where the speedster had gone was a bit of a mystery.
A mystery that was answered seconds later with the removal of his laptop.
"Hey!"
Superboy marched out of the room. "You are supposed to rest when you're injured, not update the Batcave, not chat with Wally, not wander around. R-E-S-T rest."
The door clicked shut.
"Stupid overprotective clones anyway."
Funny? I'd like to think so. Cheesy? That's what you get from me. What you were looking for, bluj? Only you know.
Again, sorry about all the block and stuff, just haven't really wanted to write for a while. But I'm slowly getting there, I've got, like, three things in the works for this and still got that story brewing. I'd expect something updated here within the next month or so. I hope.
Actually, let me pose a quick poll between my two furthest projects:
Cooking Lessons: In which we learn where Roy learned his BA cooking skills. Or, you know, something like that. At least we know where Dinah's awesome chicken noodle soup recipe went.
Excerpt: "No, Dinah! Don't hang up-NO! Don't come over! I just need you to…no, I'm not, it's just…" Roy fumbled with the phone as Black Canary yelled something at him over the phone - it was all just a mumble at this point to him. "Can't you just-ARGH!" He slammed the phone back onto the cradle.
"I didn't know we were playing pirates," Wally quipped from Roy's kitchen table.
"Shut. Up," Roy groaned, letting his head hit the cabinet next to the phone cubby. "Kill me now, Ollie's girlfriend is coming over to teach me basic cooking-like things."
Gray: Future!Verse, poor Lian's caught sneaking out and it's Uncle Dick and Uncle Wally to the rescue in the hospital room.
Excerpt: "Finally," a voice from ahead called. A woman with graying hair hurried toward them, white lab coat billowing in the artificially created wind from her movement. "You two need to calm him down!"
"Hey, Doc. Has he started throwing things yet?" Dick asked.
Dr. Hadley sighed. "Not yet, but it's only a matter of time!"
All three winced as Lian yelled back, "AT LEAST I HAVE A SOCIAL LIFE, DAD!"
"Damn," Wally whistled. "She's been taking lessons."
"I'm pretty sure she learned that one from you."
"Eh." Wally waved a hand. "Semantics. Come on."
Your choice. Which one you wanna see first? Both of them are about a quarter of the way done and would take less than a week to finish.