This chapter has three quotes taken from Supernatural, one of my favorite shows of all time. I also worked in a movie quote from a film I watched this summer, see if you can guess what it is! Also, bit of a shameless plug, but I wrote a Supernatural/Young Justice crossover. It's listed in the actual crossover section so if you're interested I'd appreciate a review or two.

Enjoy!

100 miles outside of Gotham - en route to Central City
8:47 a.m.

Dick slid the gas hose out of the tank and placed it back in the slot, grabbing his receipt as he made his way to the driver's door of the Impala. Dick studied the 1967 Chevy with pride. He'd recently bought the care from a collector of American muscle cars and couldn't be happier with the purchase. The guy had been a bible salesman, but quickly retired the car in the early 70s and left it in a storage shed for nearly 40 years. Thankfully, he'd had the good sense to drive it a few times a year and polish the body once and awhile. The car's body, jet black, was in perfect condition as was the V8 327 motor within. The sun was gleaming off the black paint, just enough to make Dick decided it was time to get in the cab and put on his sunglasses.

Dick popped open the door, sliding in to the driver's seat with Tim Drake on his right. Tim was looking frustrated as he looked through a box of tapes.

"Dick, no one listens to tape anymore. Hell, no one even uses CDs anymore. Why one earth don't you have a MP3 player plugged in?"

Dick grabbed the box from his younger sibling in mock anger. "Hey, this music is classic, just like the car. I'm not going to mess up this baby with a new stereo when it still has the original."

Tim scoffed. "And who says that your music is 'classic'? That box is like the greatest hits of mullet rock."

Dick found the tape he wanted. "House rules, Timmy. Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole. Besides, doesn't get much more classic than 'Carry on my Wayward Son'."

Tim groaned while slumping in his seat. "This is going to be a long road trip. Why did we have to drive to Central City?"

"Because I wanted to test out the new car."

Tim ignored his sibling and managed to slip off into an uneasy sleep until the car rumbled to a stop outside a fast food place several hours later. Dick nudged the younger boy awake and the pair headed inside. After sitting down with their food, Tim noticed a rather odd looking man enter the building. The first thing the young hero noticed was the large brown overcoat the man was wearing, certainly an oddity in mid-August. Then he noticed another man enter through the opposite door, dressed in the same overcoat. He kicked Dick under the table to get his attention.

"Already saw them T, head to the restroom and get your belt out. I'll stall them if I can. Go."

Tim didn't question the order and headed for the men's room as quickly as he could. Unfortunately, he didn't get there fast enough as the blast of a shotgun confirmed the boy's suspicions.

"Nobody move!" The man Tim saw first, now mentally labeled Robber #1, was holding his shotgun in the air, motioning for everyone to get on the floor. Tim mentally kicked himself for not following Dick's orders in time, but didn't have time to dwell as the second robber shoved him in the back with his rifle, herding him back to the group of people near the cash registers. But when he got there Tim noticed Dick was no longer in the crowd.

Suddenly, a metal spatula flew through the air, knocking the second robber in the face, giving Tim the opportunity to grab the gun and put the man on his back with a well-placed kick to the knee. But before Tim could get a handle on the weapon Robber #1 brought his shotgun to bear on Tim, but paused as Dick's voice came from behind him.

"Hey, assbut, drop the gun, or I drown you in boiling cooking oil. This stuff burns at 450 degrees, the effects on your skin won't be pleasant."

The robber turned his head; his gun still trained on Tim, and saw Dick wasn't bluffing. Grayson held a vat of steam and bubbling oil that had just been pulled from the fryer in the kitchen and was ready to throw it all over his intended target. The robber quickly realized his predicament and placed his gun on the ground. Dick cross then man's jaw with a left hook and kicked his body over to his fallen comrade near Tim's feet.

The woman who to Dick and Tim's order was the first to thank the pair. "You guys, you're like Batman and Robin."

Dick laughed at that, playful shoving his younger sibling. "Robin wishes he was me."

Hearing sirens, Tim and Dick bolted from the restaurant and hoped in the Impala, but not before Tim ducked into the main office and wiped the security feeds from the last 10 minutes. Once on the road Tim turned to Dick.

"So, thanks for saving me."

Dick laughed a little, remembering where he heard what he was about to say. "Hey Tim, no chick flick moments, alright?"

"But D, what's up with 'assbutt'?"

"Yeah, not my finest moment. I'll do better next time."

"You mean the next time I'm stuck in civilian clothes, no mask, and held up at gunpoint."

"It's bound to happen again. I'm thinking it'll happen again in three months at least."

Tim nodded. "Yeah, you're probably right."

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