Disclaimer: I do not own any Batman characters. what else do I need to
disclaim?
Rating: PG
Thanks to:
*Ronica, the only person, and I quote: 'who can torture Lucas and Tim at the same time paintin' her nails.' She gave me the idea when we stayed up till three talking. I won anyways!
*Silver, The Super Friend who listens to all my problems and lets me talk about nothing! I love doing that! She inspired me to write this because she was talking about inspiration. and how it comes from weird places. I think she meant weird people. like Mss. Ronica!
I Win.I Won, and You. You Lost
By: The BatThing
It was late. There was no other way of putting it. It was just simply 'late'. But that didn't matter, when had the time ever had any effect on Dick Grayson? He could stay up for days and still act like he was 'ok'. Just hand him an up of cappuccino on his way out the door, and he could make it all day without being sleepy!
*****
The dim light of the television filled the room, flickering on and off in their disoriented manner. It might annoy someone to watch the colors and the meaningless theme of cartoons, but Tim Drake loved it. He sat, or rather, laid, on the couch, totally upside down and blinking in wonder. He could feel the blood rushing to his head, but he didn't mind, it was neat watching the show with a new perspective.
A bowl of plain popcorn sat on the coffee table, untouched, Tim had always hated popcorn, but he thought it might be cool to have it. A lot of people ate popcorn when watching TV, so Tim decided that he could at least look at it.
"Hey twerp, anything good on?"
Tim raised his eyes, seeing Dick walk next to him and plant his butt into the couch with a grunt. In the young man's grasp was a bowl of popcorn, and the smell was sickening. Tim wondered how much butter and salt Dick had wasted this time. Dick hated popcorn.
"Cartoons? Disney at that! Timmy my man, you are helpless." Dick chanted as he placed the bowl down and flipped the TV remote into his hands, twirling it around. "Let me educate you in the manner of. Real TV!"
Tim's eyes flashed as the channel changed, showing the news. "HEY! I was watching that?"
A small grumble came from Dick's mouth and he leaded forward, watching all the more intently, pretending he didn't hear Tim.
"That's not fair! I want to watch my show!" The boy rolled to his stomach and moved slightly, going to his knees. "Put it back! I like Disney!"
"HA! Yeah right, you are just being difficult!" Dick snapped as he glared down the other boy. "You want to have everything your way, that's all! Well I am older, and I rule over you so shut up and sit down. you'll ruin the couch with all your tossing and turning!"
Tim stuck out his tongue and shook his head. "I want to watch my show!"
"Disney is evil Tim, do you see what they really are doing?"
Tim cocked his head. "I know, they are trying to bring happiness into my life, and trying to clean your mind you pervert! Now give me the remote before I-."
Dick held the object away from the youth. "Uh-uh-uh. I think this is lesson time. Do you realize how many forests we lost because of Disney? Think, soon, we will run out of clean air, and all because of Disney. and look, do you notice how some of the characters never wear pants, sure, they wear shirts. but never pants!"
"The are animals, and I refuse to listen!" Tim covered his ears and shook his head. "Turn it back!"
"No! I want to watch my show!"
"I want to watch my show!"
"I am older. wiser."
"Stupider!"
"Now Timmy boy, pipe down before you wake up Alfred!"
Tim sneered. "You are a lazy butt with no life, that is why you insist on making what I have for a life miserable, you are mean to me, and you take advantage of me, well not any more! I want to watch my show!"
"I wanna' watch my show." Dick mimicked as he began to suck his thumb. "Poor 'wittle 'Wobin!"
"Arrrggh!" Tim launched himself at the older boy, and the two went into a small fight, hissing and growling, punching and kicking. When they finally finished, Tim was pined to the ground and glaring at the older boy. "You are a jerk. and I bet you are in the FFA. I heard Babs telling Alfred you planted flowers, and waited all spring till they grew then picked them for her! What a dope!"
"Actually, I was in the FFA for your information, and I think it's about time I talked to Bruce about putting you in the class!" Dick replied, letting the boy up. "Oh Bruuuuce!"
"No way, I am never going to be a Future Farmer of America, that is for you and your kind!"
Dick grinned in an evil manner that scared Tim. "My kind. well, we happen to be the kind that kicks your kinds butts. so I would suggest not insulting the. better species."
"Just give me the remote and I won't tell anyone you were in The FFA!"
"Sha-right, listen Tim, you never insult me.never."
"In whose book?"
At those words Dick's face brightened. "It's law! Section 2334 penal code 56: States that Dick will not be insulted."
Tim rolled his eyes. "That's possible pig!"
"Timmy, did you just insult me?"
Tim nodded. "Yeah. go tell on me." He made a dash for the remote. "But in the mean time."
Dick blocked the boy. "Don't think about it kid."
"Yeah, what are you going to do, huh? HUH? What can you do?"
Dick raised an eyebrow. "Is that a challenge?"
"Depends really. I think that you cover up for your weakness with your big words. I think that your nothing, hear that, nothing!"
Dick glared at his friend. "I think that you don't know what the big words mean, so you just use mind over muscle, so naive."
"So what, huh? Um, I mean. no. I didn't mean, well, er." Seeing that he was had, Tim sprung at Dick, tickling him to the ground. Leading into another small kicking and punching fight.
"Um, boys?"
The two turned to see Barbara holding a bowl of cheesy popcorn, and in her hand a movie.
"Why in the world do you have popcorn? You hate popcorn!" Dick proclaimed loudly, pushing his hand in Tim's face, forcing the other boy away.
"I don't hate it, I just. oh, thought that maybe you would want some of it." She placed it down to the other three bowls of untouched popcorn. "It's a different flavor anyways."
Tim looked at the three bowls. "I don't like popcorn."
"Same here." Dick chimed.
Barbara smiled, no caring at all about what they two did and did not like. She pushed the movie into the VCR and settled down on the couch, watching as it came on.
Both boys watched, considering that it might be something that they liked. But to their horror it was-
"Pride and Prejudice?!" Tim screamed, covering his face.
Dick pretended to die. "Sense and Sensibility have no sense!"
Barbara glared at the two. "It is neither of those." She smiled at the screen. "It's 'Emma'."
"No way, we aren't watching that crap!" Dick yelled, getting to his feet, watching as Tim stood beside him, arms crossed and nodding.
"Oh, and you would rather watch The Late Night News?" Barbara demanded, eyes slitting. "You weren't watching TV, you both were rough housing!"
Dick made a face. "So? We were fighting over what to watch."
"To the death!" Tim added brilliantly.
Barbara smiled in a way that infuriated the two. "That's nice. Tim has a TV in his room, watch it up there."
"That isn't the same!" Both boys whined.
"No room."
"No couch."
"No channels."
"No huge couch.couch's."
"Not enough breakable stuff."
"Oh, I like that one."
"Thanks."
The two looked at Barbara, finished with explained why Tim's room was a bad idea. She had been ignoring them, watching Mr. Knightly and Emma dancing about on screen.
Tim pouted. "I am a depraved child."
"And I am a deprived child!" Dick announced, smiling like a genius.
"No really, I go to school, come home, sleep, eat, do homework. I have nothing fun to do."
Barbara turned her head around. "Tim, you are Bruce Wayne's one and only ward! What are you talking about?"
Tim shook his head in a stubborn manner. "Dick's his ward too! So I can't have everything, like what if Dick asks for the only albino-taking rat, and Bruce gets it for him. I can't have it, he does."
"Ohh, you poor baby, you better ask for that rat before Dick does."
Tim shot her a dirty look. "I hate you."
"I love you!"
"Seriously, I wanted ta' watch my show and ya' two come inta' MY house, ta' MY TV and take it over. Dis' ain't where ya' both live, go, da'part, be gone fer' cryin' out loud."
Dick and Barbara looked at each other, and then to Tim.
"He just spoke in street tongue." Barbara announced, slightly wavering.
"That means he is really mad." Dick explained, cocking his head. "I once came in when he and Bruce where fighting about some grade and I couldn't even understand him!"
Barbara tisked loudly, and annoyed Tim.
"That does it, I am upstairs in my room!" He tromped off, leaving the two alone.
"Oh my, that is one spoiled brat."
"Spoiled indeed."
****The END. or is it? Will I find a way to come back with a sequel to this fanfic? Find out in the sequel! *Winks. laughs. dies laughing.*
**********Sorry, since the author died, there will be no sequel.
Rating: PG
Thanks to:
*Ronica, the only person, and I quote: 'who can torture Lucas and Tim at the same time paintin' her nails.' She gave me the idea when we stayed up till three talking. I won anyways!
*Silver, The Super Friend who listens to all my problems and lets me talk about nothing! I love doing that! She inspired me to write this because she was talking about inspiration. and how it comes from weird places. I think she meant weird people. like Mss. Ronica!
I Win.I Won, and You. You Lost
By: The BatThing
It was late. There was no other way of putting it. It was just simply 'late'. But that didn't matter, when had the time ever had any effect on Dick Grayson? He could stay up for days and still act like he was 'ok'. Just hand him an up of cappuccino on his way out the door, and he could make it all day without being sleepy!
*****
The dim light of the television filled the room, flickering on and off in their disoriented manner. It might annoy someone to watch the colors and the meaningless theme of cartoons, but Tim Drake loved it. He sat, or rather, laid, on the couch, totally upside down and blinking in wonder. He could feel the blood rushing to his head, but he didn't mind, it was neat watching the show with a new perspective.
A bowl of plain popcorn sat on the coffee table, untouched, Tim had always hated popcorn, but he thought it might be cool to have it. A lot of people ate popcorn when watching TV, so Tim decided that he could at least look at it.
"Hey twerp, anything good on?"
Tim raised his eyes, seeing Dick walk next to him and plant his butt into the couch with a grunt. In the young man's grasp was a bowl of popcorn, and the smell was sickening. Tim wondered how much butter and salt Dick had wasted this time. Dick hated popcorn.
"Cartoons? Disney at that! Timmy my man, you are helpless." Dick chanted as he placed the bowl down and flipped the TV remote into his hands, twirling it around. "Let me educate you in the manner of. Real TV!"
Tim's eyes flashed as the channel changed, showing the news. "HEY! I was watching that?"
A small grumble came from Dick's mouth and he leaded forward, watching all the more intently, pretending he didn't hear Tim.
"That's not fair! I want to watch my show!" The boy rolled to his stomach and moved slightly, going to his knees. "Put it back! I like Disney!"
"HA! Yeah right, you are just being difficult!" Dick snapped as he glared down the other boy. "You want to have everything your way, that's all! Well I am older, and I rule over you so shut up and sit down. you'll ruin the couch with all your tossing and turning!"
Tim stuck out his tongue and shook his head. "I want to watch my show!"
"Disney is evil Tim, do you see what they really are doing?"
Tim cocked his head. "I know, they are trying to bring happiness into my life, and trying to clean your mind you pervert! Now give me the remote before I-."
Dick held the object away from the youth. "Uh-uh-uh. I think this is lesson time. Do you realize how many forests we lost because of Disney? Think, soon, we will run out of clean air, and all because of Disney. and look, do you notice how some of the characters never wear pants, sure, they wear shirts. but never pants!"
"The are animals, and I refuse to listen!" Tim covered his ears and shook his head. "Turn it back!"
"No! I want to watch my show!"
"I want to watch my show!"
"I am older. wiser."
"Stupider!"
"Now Timmy boy, pipe down before you wake up Alfred!"
Tim sneered. "You are a lazy butt with no life, that is why you insist on making what I have for a life miserable, you are mean to me, and you take advantage of me, well not any more! I want to watch my show!"
"I wanna' watch my show." Dick mimicked as he began to suck his thumb. "Poor 'wittle 'Wobin!"
"Arrrggh!" Tim launched himself at the older boy, and the two went into a small fight, hissing and growling, punching and kicking. When they finally finished, Tim was pined to the ground and glaring at the older boy. "You are a jerk. and I bet you are in the FFA. I heard Babs telling Alfred you planted flowers, and waited all spring till they grew then picked them for her! What a dope!"
"Actually, I was in the FFA for your information, and I think it's about time I talked to Bruce about putting you in the class!" Dick replied, letting the boy up. "Oh Bruuuuce!"
"No way, I am never going to be a Future Farmer of America, that is for you and your kind!"
Dick grinned in an evil manner that scared Tim. "My kind. well, we happen to be the kind that kicks your kinds butts. so I would suggest not insulting the. better species."
"Just give me the remote and I won't tell anyone you were in The FFA!"
"Sha-right, listen Tim, you never insult me.never."
"In whose book?"
At those words Dick's face brightened. "It's law! Section 2334 penal code 56: States that Dick will not be insulted."
Tim rolled his eyes. "That's possible pig!"
"Timmy, did you just insult me?"
Tim nodded. "Yeah. go tell on me." He made a dash for the remote. "But in the mean time."
Dick blocked the boy. "Don't think about it kid."
"Yeah, what are you going to do, huh? HUH? What can you do?"
Dick raised an eyebrow. "Is that a challenge?"
"Depends really. I think that you cover up for your weakness with your big words. I think that your nothing, hear that, nothing!"
Dick glared at his friend. "I think that you don't know what the big words mean, so you just use mind over muscle, so naive."
"So what, huh? Um, I mean. no. I didn't mean, well, er." Seeing that he was had, Tim sprung at Dick, tickling him to the ground. Leading into another small kicking and punching fight.
"Um, boys?"
The two turned to see Barbara holding a bowl of cheesy popcorn, and in her hand a movie.
"Why in the world do you have popcorn? You hate popcorn!" Dick proclaimed loudly, pushing his hand in Tim's face, forcing the other boy away.
"I don't hate it, I just. oh, thought that maybe you would want some of it." She placed it down to the other three bowls of untouched popcorn. "It's a different flavor anyways."
Tim looked at the three bowls. "I don't like popcorn."
"Same here." Dick chimed.
Barbara smiled, no caring at all about what they two did and did not like. She pushed the movie into the VCR and settled down on the couch, watching as it came on.
Both boys watched, considering that it might be something that they liked. But to their horror it was-
"Pride and Prejudice?!" Tim screamed, covering his face.
Dick pretended to die. "Sense and Sensibility have no sense!"
Barbara glared at the two. "It is neither of those." She smiled at the screen. "It's 'Emma'."
"No way, we aren't watching that crap!" Dick yelled, getting to his feet, watching as Tim stood beside him, arms crossed and nodding.
"Oh, and you would rather watch The Late Night News?" Barbara demanded, eyes slitting. "You weren't watching TV, you both were rough housing!"
Dick made a face. "So? We were fighting over what to watch."
"To the death!" Tim added brilliantly.
Barbara smiled in a way that infuriated the two. "That's nice. Tim has a TV in his room, watch it up there."
"That isn't the same!" Both boys whined.
"No room."
"No couch."
"No channels."
"No huge couch.couch's."
"Not enough breakable stuff."
"Oh, I like that one."
"Thanks."
The two looked at Barbara, finished with explained why Tim's room was a bad idea. She had been ignoring them, watching Mr. Knightly and Emma dancing about on screen.
Tim pouted. "I am a depraved child."
"And I am a deprived child!" Dick announced, smiling like a genius.
"No really, I go to school, come home, sleep, eat, do homework. I have nothing fun to do."
Barbara turned her head around. "Tim, you are Bruce Wayne's one and only ward! What are you talking about?"
Tim shook his head in a stubborn manner. "Dick's his ward too! So I can't have everything, like what if Dick asks for the only albino-taking rat, and Bruce gets it for him. I can't have it, he does."
"Ohh, you poor baby, you better ask for that rat before Dick does."
Tim shot her a dirty look. "I hate you."
"I love you!"
"Seriously, I wanted ta' watch my show and ya' two come inta' MY house, ta' MY TV and take it over. Dis' ain't where ya' both live, go, da'part, be gone fer' cryin' out loud."
Dick and Barbara looked at each other, and then to Tim.
"He just spoke in street tongue." Barbara announced, slightly wavering.
"That means he is really mad." Dick explained, cocking his head. "I once came in when he and Bruce where fighting about some grade and I couldn't even understand him!"
Barbara tisked loudly, and annoyed Tim.
"That does it, I am upstairs in my room!" He tromped off, leaving the two alone.
"Oh my, that is one spoiled brat."
"Spoiled indeed."
****The END. or is it? Will I find a way to come back with a sequel to this fanfic? Find out in the sequel! *Winks. laughs. dies laughing.*
**********Sorry, since the author died, there will be no sequel.