Chapter Two: Silence. A Good Thing
By: The BatThing
"Did you bring everything?"
"Everything we need to get is through the night."
Tim Drake looked carefully at Richard, 'Dick' Grayson, and eyebrow slightly raised. "And what would that include?"
The older boy chewed on his lip thoughtfully. "You. me. and of course-." He jerked the steering wheel of the car, causing it to turn in a small parking lot. "Barbara!"
"You did call her ahead of time, right?"
Dick rolled his eyes, but did not answer. "Hey, look! It's our lucky day, there she is!"
Tim nodded, holding his seatbelt against his chest, slightly worried that they might be fooling around with fire. "Think she'll want in?"
"It's Babs! Of course she will. I hope." Dick answer, not so confidently.
"Hmmm."
A smile flashed across Dick's face. "I have a great idea. Lets scare Babs, I mean really scare her!"
Tim shook his head. "How do you plan to do that one?"
Dick chuckled. "Look in the backseat of the car, and get my black suitcase out."
"This one?"
"Yeah."
Tim pushed the black soccer bag on his lap, and unzipped it, frowning at what her saw. "A bunch of socks?"
Dick eyed Barbara as the girl talked pleasantly with a young man. "What? Oh that, there was a sale at goodwill, now hurry!"
A cough came from the other boy. "You actually mean go out with a socks on our head, grab Barbara and run?"
"Um yeah, that is the general idea at hand?" Jealousy flared in Dick's eyes as the young man with Barbara put his hand on her shoulder. "Hurry!"
"Look, I'm Sock Man!"
"What?"
Tim pulled his head up, showing a sock on the top of his head. "Ta-da, I haunt your underwear drawers! I am the terror that you never wash!"
Dick snatched a sock, pulling it over his head. "Come on!"
The two slid out of the old blue Buick, snorting in laughter as they ducked in the shadows.
"*Tee* Think she'll know it's us?" Tim giggled as he looked at Dick.
"Yeah, but it'll still be funny!" He nodded towards where Barbara stood, still talking. "Look at the Romeo she is with."
"What about him?"
Dick glared at the younger boy. "He's ugly!"
Tim snorted. "I hate to burst your bubble, but you ain't that hot either."
"At least my nose doesn't stick out like a beak, I bet that man is related to The Penguin! I mean, check out that wiry brown hair! Brown is such a boring color! It looks like he went bald, and took some rusted barb wire, and made a wig."
"Dick, are you jealous?"
"No."
"Liar."
Dick shook his head. "Lets move on them."
The two brought themselves closer, and then. sprang out.
"GET THE GIRL!" Dick yelled, shoving the man down.
Tim smiled, taking hold of Barbara's arm. "Come with me!"
"I DON'T BELIEVE THIS!" Barbara screamed as both Dick and Tim took her arms and dragged her away. "LET ME GO! LET ME GO NOW!"
The man who Barbara had been with sprang to his feet. "HEY! LET HER LOOSE!"
Tim turned, ran to the man, and dug into his pocket, pulling out a small bag of milk duds. He pushed them into the man's hands. "Shh, don't tell." Then ran back to Barbara and Dick.
The man looked at the milk duds in his hand, then up at the car as it speed away. "HELP!"
****
"I don't believe you two!" Barbara yelled as she sat in the back seat, watching as Tim and Dick pulled the socks off their heads. "You both are so immature!"
Tim grinned, turning back, smiling with great ease. "Dick was jealous, I had to act in his defense!"
"I wasn't jealous!"
"Fine you were uh."
"Juvenile?" Barbara snapped, arms crossed firmly against her chest.
"That works!"
Barbara rolled her eyes, trying to undo some of the damage that had been put to her hair. "Are you punishing me cause I made you watch Emma?"
Dick grinned back, winking lightly. "Naw, we understand your feminine instincts. It was something that is called life. We wanted to play a small prank on Bruce, you in?"
"Do I have a choice?"
Tim shook his head playfully.
"What kind of prank do you have in mind?"
****
"I repeat! The commissioner's daughter has been kidnapped by two unrecognized men."
Bruce Wayne paused as he looked at the television. Tim had left it on again, and instead of becoming mad, Bruce found himself thankful. His eyes looked hard into the screen as the reported gave a shocked expression.
"Early this afternoon, one of our very own reporters: Chad White had been enjoying a lively conversation with Mss. Barbara Gordon when two males leapt from the shadows, dragging the screaming woman away."
The screen changed showing a distressed Chad White. "I couldn't register what was happening till it was to late. I tried to put a stop to it, but this man came at me, demanded that I not follow, and then gave me milk duds."
The screen changed once more, showing a thin short man with coke bottle glasses. "We judge the milk duds to be some appalling gang sign, which means that the commissioners life very well may be in danger. This, my friends, is a crisis."
"The two men wore socks over their heads, so I couldn't make out any certain features." Chad retorted. "But I will help to bring Barbara back, let us hope that is there is a Batman, like so many say, then he will join our search."
Bruce put a hand to his head. "Dick and Tim are going to be in a lot of trouble when I find them."
****
"What do you have in mind? Break a window. take all the pens and pencils." Barbara whispered to Dick as the boy looked around the dark office of Bruce Wayne.
"No, something a little more high tech. Tim, you took out the alarms?"
Ten youth looked blankly at Dick. "You were going to!"
"No I wasn't!"
"Listen, we know how to avoid the alarms. lets just get this over with and head home, cause I am really not into this whole prank ordeal." Barbara commented.
Dick nodded, unzipping the small bag, and pulling out three rolls of toilet paper. "Who is ready to have fun?" He tossed them over to his friends.
Tim caught it and got right to work, but Barbara looked disgusted at it.
"You call THIS high-tech? Dick, this is toilet paper! How much did you grab? I hope not much, cause that is really gross."
Dick smiled, getting to work like Tim. "Yeah, high-tech. Enough, now come on, come on! There is no way we can get this done without a little teamwork!" She shoved the girl forward.
"Hey, well, if you say it's high-tech may it be just that!"
"I want this whole place covered, not a spec of. er, what would you say the main color of this room is Tim?"
Tim looked around. "I would say black."
"Without the shadows!"
"Oh, um, brown."
"You heard the boy, not a spec of brown!"
Tim busied himself with Bruce's desk. He snorted in laughter, picking up a picture. "LOOK!"
Both Dick and Barbara walked over to the boy, looking at what he was holding.
"It's a picture of Dick!" Tim yelped. "How sweet!"
"Yes, I am rather sweet, but I can't seem to like the picture. there is that stupid looking figure in the background, giving that clueless expression."
"Huh?"
Dick rolled his eyes. "You dope, I was referring to you! You are in the picture too!"
Tim shrugged, wrapping the picture in toilet paper. "I'm not clueless, one of Bruce's friends called me a little angle, then said I was adorable and said if she was to have kids she would want one just like me."
"Tim, she was flirting with Bruce, you were just the victim of bad taste."
Tim glared at Dick. "Well, I think that we need to stop talking and get working. "The boy leapt from the desk, landing in a crouch.
So they got working, and a good fifteen minutes later they stepped back, viewing their work with a critical eye.
"I think we should leave a clue on who did it." Dick stated, looking at the two beside him.
"Yeah, the only thing is that we are the only people he knows who is actually stupid enough to do such a stupid thing!" Barbara commented, arms crossed.
"I like it." Tim managed moving between Dick and Barbara. "It reminds me of the bathroom."
"That does it!" Barbara let out, turning on her heels. "I am out of here. Give me the keys to your Buick, Dick!"
Dick snatched the keys up, holding them close. "But that car is my Buick Baby."
"Then drive me home, it's late!"
Tim grinned, nodding, and following the two out into the hall.
Dick turned, looking at Barbara. "You know, someone will have to explain to Alfred why there are 138 rolls of toilet paper missing."
"You used that much! Of GROSS!" Barbara yelped.
Dick shrugged. "Actually I lied, only used 50, but it seemed cooler that I say a larger number, heh."
"Actually it was really gross, how would we explain that?"
"Tim has bladder problems?" Dick suggested.
"Uh, no way!"
They walked silently, avoiding the few alarms and security cameras all feeling a little different about the situation.
Tim felt thrilled that he had caused the mass mess of toilet paper in the office. It wasn't everyday that he could completely destroy something. His cheeks were flushed with excitement as he trailed behind his two friends. He wondered how Bruce would react.
Dick though, was becoming less and less excited. He knew how this would all turn out. He and Tim would be on the clean up crew. Barb would manage to snake her way out of the situation, complaining that both boys had forced the situation on her, and blah! He frowned, glaring at Barbara.
Barbara felt nothing other than an urge to get back to her almost completed movie of Emma. She was right at the end. Right when Mr. Knightly was about let out his feelings to Emma, and all would be resolved in a glad manner. Her eyes traced over to Dick who was glaring at her. She sighed, wishing that she could somehow find a man as romantic as Mr. Knightly.
"Did'ja' hear something?"
Both Barbara and Dick turned, looking at Tim who stood with a cocked head.
"No." Dick replied, straining to listen.
"Then listen stupid!"
Barbara shook her head. "Please, can we just keep walking?!"
Tim shook his head. "I hear it, someone is coming!"
As if in an answer to the statement, a light poured into the hall, landing on Barbara who yelped at the sudden brightness.
"It's Barbara Gordon and her kidnappers! Stop them!" A voice yelled. "Stop where you are, you have the right to remain silent, anything you say or-."
Dick grabbed Tim's sweatshirt hood and Barbara's hand, slamming down a nearby hall. "HURRY!"
The three ran, hearing screaming and shouting behind them.
"Those are kids, is this some type of prank.?"
".Couldn't be more than 15.!"
Tim smiled, nodding. Those men thought he was 15! 15! He was 13 and going on 14, and everyone always told him he looked like a 12 year old. But those men thought he looked older.maybe he could turn himself in and.
"Dick you are crazy, now they are going to be more and more willing to try and shot at you. If you had just let them take us in, it would all be ok and the only risk would be getting ourselves lost in the toilet paper when we clean it up!" Barbara yelled, panting as she ducked behind a cook case.
"We lost them." Dick said proudly. "I didn't think, all I heard was we were being charged with kidnapping you!"
Tim nodded vigorously. "We, the heroes, are now criminals. man, Bruce is going to have a fit."
END.
Ok, that chapter was hard to do, cause well. I wasn't in the funny mood I am afraid. I have this killer headache, haven't slept right, and just found out this morning that I had forgotten to study for my Playing Test and my Magazine quiz. not to mention that I still had to finish my poster before second block, but don't worry. I think I am covered on everything but the quiz.Crap, I just remembered that I have an Algebra test! *Sniffs* I can't write anymore today. sorry. I will return.
By: The BatThing
"Did you bring everything?"
"Everything we need to get is through the night."
Tim Drake looked carefully at Richard, 'Dick' Grayson, and eyebrow slightly raised. "And what would that include?"
The older boy chewed on his lip thoughtfully. "You. me. and of course-." He jerked the steering wheel of the car, causing it to turn in a small parking lot. "Barbara!"
"You did call her ahead of time, right?"
Dick rolled his eyes, but did not answer. "Hey, look! It's our lucky day, there she is!"
Tim nodded, holding his seatbelt against his chest, slightly worried that they might be fooling around with fire. "Think she'll want in?"
"It's Babs! Of course she will. I hope." Dick answer, not so confidently.
"Hmmm."
A smile flashed across Dick's face. "I have a great idea. Lets scare Babs, I mean really scare her!"
Tim shook his head. "How do you plan to do that one?"
Dick chuckled. "Look in the backseat of the car, and get my black suitcase out."
"This one?"
"Yeah."
Tim pushed the black soccer bag on his lap, and unzipped it, frowning at what her saw. "A bunch of socks?"
Dick eyed Barbara as the girl talked pleasantly with a young man. "What? Oh that, there was a sale at goodwill, now hurry!"
A cough came from the other boy. "You actually mean go out with a socks on our head, grab Barbara and run?"
"Um yeah, that is the general idea at hand?" Jealousy flared in Dick's eyes as the young man with Barbara put his hand on her shoulder. "Hurry!"
"Look, I'm Sock Man!"
"What?"
Tim pulled his head up, showing a sock on the top of his head. "Ta-da, I haunt your underwear drawers! I am the terror that you never wash!"
Dick snatched a sock, pulling it over his head. "Come on!"
The two slid out of the old blue Buick, snorting in laughter as they ducked in the shadows.
"*Tee* Think she'll know it's us?" Tim giggled as he looked at Dick.
"Yeah, but it'll still be funny!" He nodded towards where Barbara stood, still talking. "Look at the Romeo she is with."
"What about him?"
Dick glared at the younger boy. "He's ugly!"
Tim snorted. "I hate to burst your bubble, but you ain't that hot either."
"At least my nose doesn't stick out like a beak, I bet that man is related to The Penguin! I mean, check out that wiry brown hair! Brown is such a boring color! It looks like he went bald, and took some rusted barb wire, and made a wig."
"Dick, are you jealous?"
"No."
"Liar."
Dick shook his head. "Lets move on them."
The two brought themselves closer, and then. sprang out.
"GET THE GIRL!" Dick yelled, shoving the man down.
Tim smiled, taking hold of Barbara's arm. "Come with me!"
"I DON'T BELIEVE THIS!" Barbara screamed as both Dick and Tim took her arms and dragged her away. "LET ME GO! LET ME GO NOW!"
The man who Barbara had been with sprang to his feet. "HEY! LET HER LOOSE!"
Tim turned, ran to the man, and dug into his pocket, pulling out a small bag of milk duds. He pushed them into the man's hands. "Shh, don't tell." Then ran back to Barbara and Dick.
The man looked at the milk duds in his hand, then up at the car as it speed away. "HELP!"
****
"I don't believe you two!" Barbara yelled as she sat in the back seat, watching as Tim and Dick pulled the socks off their heads. "You both are so immature!"
Tim grinned, turning back, smiling with great ease. "Dick was jealous, I had to act in his defense!"
"I wasn't jealous!"
"Fine you were uh."
"Juvenile?" Barbara snapped, arms crossed firmly against her chest.
"That works!"
Barbara rolled her eyes, trying to undo some of the damage that had been put to her hair. "Are you punishing me cause I made you watch Emma?"
Dick grinned back, winking lightly. "Naw, we understand your feminine instincts. It was something that is called life. We wanted to play a small prank on Bruce, you in?"
"Do I have a choice?"
Tim shook his head playfully.
"What kind of prank do you have in mind?"
****
"I repeat! The commissioner's daughter has been kidnapped by two unrecognized men."
Bruce Wayne paused as he looked at the television. Tim had left it on again, and instead of becoming mad, Bruce found himself thankful. His eyes looked hard into the screen as the reported gave a shocked expression.
"Early this afternoon, one of our very own reporters: Chad White had been enjoying a lively conversation with Mss. Barbara Gordon when two males leapt from the shadows, dragging the screaming woman away."
The screen changed showing a distressed Chad White. "I couldn't register what was happening till it was to late. I tried to put a stop to it, but this man came at me, demanded that I not follow, and then gave me milk duds."
The screen changed once more, showing a thin short man with coke bottle glasses. "We judge the milk duds to be some appalling gang sign, which means that the commissioners life very well may be in danger. This, my friends, is a crisis."
"The two men wore socks over their heads, so I couldn't make out any certain features." Chad retorted. "But I will help to bring Barbara back, let us hope that is there is a Batman, like so many say, then he will join our search."
Bruce put a hand to his head. "Dick and Tim are going to be in a lot of trouble when I find them."
****
"What do you have in mind? Break a window. take all the pens and pencils." Barbara whispered to Dick as the boy looked around the dark office of Bruce Wayne.
"No, something a little more high tech. Tim, you took out the alarms?"
Ten youth looked blankly at Dick. "You were going to!"
"No I wasn't!"
"Listen, we know how to avoid the alarms. lets just get this over with and head home, cause I am really not into this whole prank ordeal." Barbara commented.
Dick nodded, unzipping the small bag, and pulling out three rolls of toilet paper. "Who is ready to have fun?" He tossed them over to his friends.
Tim caught it and got right to work, but Barbara looked disgusted at it.
"You call THIS high-tech? Dick, this is toilet paper! How much did you grab? I hope not much, cause that is really gross."
Dick smiled, getting to work like Tim. "Yeah, high-tech. Enough, now come on, come on! There is no way we can get this done without a little teamwork!" She shoved the girl forward.
"Hey, well, if you say it's high-tech may it be just that!"
"I want this whole place covered, not a spec of. er, what would you say the main color of this room is Tim?"
Tim looked around. "I would say black."
"Without the shadows!"
"Oh, um, brown."
"You heard the boy, not a spec of brown!"
Tim busied himself with Bruce's desk. He snorted in laughter, picking up a picture. "LOOK!"
Both Dick and Barbara walked over to the boy, looking at what he was holding.
"It's a picture of Dick!" Tim yelped. "How sweet!"
"Yes, I am rather sweet, but I can't seem to like the picture. there is that stupid looking figure in the background, giving that clueless expression."
"Huh?"
Dick rolled his eyes. "You dope, I was referring to you! You are in the picture too!"
Tim shrugged, wrapping the picture in toilet paper. "I'm not clueless, one of Bruce's friends called me a little angle, then said I was adorable and said if she was to have kids she would want one just like me."
"Tim, she was flirting with Bruce, you were just the victim of bad taste."
Tim glared at Dick. "Well, I think that we need to stop talking and get working. "The boy leapt from the desk, landing in a crouch.
So they got working, and a good fifteen minutes later they stepped back, viewing their work with a critical eye.
"I think we should leave a clue on who did it." Dick stated, looking at the two beside him.
"Yeah, the only thing is that we are the only people he knows who is actually stupid enough to do such a stupid thing!" Barbara commented, arms crossed.
"I like it." Tim managed moving between Dick and Barbara. "It reminds me of the bathroom."
"That does it!" Barbara let out, turning on her heels. "I am out of here. Give me the keys to your Buick, Dick!"
Dick snatched the keys up, holding them close. "But that car is my Buick Baby."
"Then drive me home, it's late!"
Tim grinned, nodding, and following the two out into the hall.
Dick turned, looking at Barbara. "You know, someone will have to explain to Alfred why there are 138 rolls of toilet paper missing."
"You used that much! Of GROSS!" Barbara yelped.
Dick shrugged. "Actually I lied, only used 50, but it seemed cooler that I say a larger number, heh."
"Actually it was really gross, how would we explain that?"
"Tim has bladder problems?" Dick suggested.
"Uh, no way!"
They walked silently, avoiding the few alarms and security cameras all feeling a little different about the situation.
Tim felt thrilled that he had caused the mass mess of toilet paper in the office. It wasn't everyday that he could completely destroy something. His cheeks were flushed with excitement as he trailed behind his two friends. He wondered how Bruce would react.
Dick though, was becoming less and less excited. He knew how this would all turn out. He and Tim would be on the clean up crew. Barb would manage to snake her way out of the situation, complaining that both boys had forced the situation on her, and blah! He frowned, glaring at Barbara.
Barbara felt nothing other than an urge to get back to her almost completed movie of Emma. She was right at the end. Right when Mr. Knightly was about let out his feelings to Emma, and all would be resolved in a glad manner. Her eyes traced over to Dick who was glaring at her. She sighed, wishing that she could somehow find a man as romantic as Mr. Knightly.
"Did'ja' hear something?"
Both Barbara and Dick turned, looking at Tim who stood with a cocked head.
"No." Dick replied, straining to listen.
"Then listen stupid!"
Barbara shook her head. "Please, can we just keep walking?!"
Tim shook his head. "I hear it, someone is coming!"
As if in an answer to the statement, a light poured into the hall, landing on Barbara who yelped at the sudden brightness.
"It's Barbara Gordon and her kidnappers! Stop them!" A voice yelled. "Stop where you are, you have the right to remain silent, anything you say or-."
Dick grabbed Tim's sweatshirt hood and Barbara's hand, slamming down a nearby hall. "HURRY!"
The three ran, hearing screaming and shouting behind them.
"Those are kids, is this some type of prank.?"
".Couldn't be more than 15.!"
Tim smiled, nodding. Those men thought he was 15! 15! He was 13 and going on 14, and everyone always told him he looked like a 12 year old. But those men thought he looked older.maybe he could turn himself in and.
"Dick you are crazy, now they are going to be more and more willing to try and shot at you. If you had just let them take us in, it would all be ok and the only risk would be getting ourselves lost in the toilet paper when we clean it up!" Barbara yelled, panting as she ducked behind a cook case.
"We lost them." Dick said proudly. "I didn't think, all I heard was we were being charged with kidnapping you!"
Tim nodded vigorously. "We, the heroes, are now criminals. man, Bruce is going to have a fit."
END.
Ok, that chapter was hard to do, cause well. I wasn't in the funny mood I am afraid. I have this killer headache, haven't slept right, and just found out this morning that I had forgotten to study for my Playing Test and my Magazine quiz. not to mention that I still had to finish my poster before second block, but don't worry. I think I am covered on everything but the quiz.Crap, I just remembered that I have an Algebra test! *Sniffs* I can't write anymore today. sorry. I will return.