"You spin me right round baby, right round, like a record baby, right
round, round, round. You spin me right round, like a record baby, right
round, round, round." -~Billy Idol~ 'You Spin Me Right Round'
Chapter Three: 'A Hero's Night Off'
By: The BatThing
"Huff-a-huff-a-huff-a." Tim let out as he swung his head up, glaring before him at Dick and Barbara ran a little to close. The boy dared a quick glance behind him. His eyes going wide at the sight of three guards gain closure. He pulled besides Dick, shaking his head. "I say we split, head to the car in different directions!"
Dick managed a nod. "There is a split hall, you and Barb go to the right, and I will go for the left."
Barbara said nothing, but nodded slowly. "But they'll dare to shoot at you Dick, Tim's just a boy, they won't aim for him. If you take me with you then we all should be covered for."
"Um." Dick gave no argument as they each turned down the separate halls, Barbara still beside him. "I hope Tim stays outta' trouble."
"He won't. its Tim!"
The guard was much to fast, and Tim did not enjoy that at all. 'This guy has to be some Olympic runner or something!' The boy thought, his eyebrows shooting upward as saw a small caution sign stating that the floor was wet. "Urg!" He guided his tennis shoes along.
His eyes caught sight of a bathroom as he turned the corner and he dove into it, leaping to a near-by stall and jumping on the toilet seat, standing their, wondering if he had eluded the man or not.
To his disappointment he heard the door swing open, banging against the wall loudly. A few footsteps sounded off, and then there was a long pause. Then a huge BANG, followed my another, and another.
Tim's heart sank. The man was looking in each stall. His mind raced, trying to come up with a plan, but the harder he tried, the more he became frantic. He watched through the crack as the figure reached out to open the door, and it began to swing open. So Tim did the only thing he could think to do:
"ACK! Someone is using the bathroom in here!"
There was a confused pause and Tim took it to his advantage, he grabbed the top of the stall and flipped over it, landing behind the shocked guard.
'This guy is stupid.' Tim thought to himself as he made a mad dash for the door, yet forgetting that the floor was wet he slipped, falling hard, banging his chin to the ground. "Uof!"
The guard lurched forward, grabbing Tim by the collar. "No more fancy tricks, you are going where you belong!"
Tim attempted a smile. "To my get-away car?"
The man's lips twitched slightly. "No." He pulled Tim up by the arm, studying him.
"My get-away motorcycle? Or if that doesn't work I can always just walk away. you know, what ever is best for you."
"Nice try kid. so you are the kidnapper of Barbara Gordon?"
Tim gave a wide smile, nodding. "What can I say? I am a vicious killing machine! Now let me go. please?"
The guard shook his head. "What are you doing here?"
Tim blinked. "Well you see, I was on this walk. and heard someone calling my name. And I just figured that the voice was coming from inside Wayne Enterprises, maybe one of your men were taunting me."
"This is no joking matter, you have broken in to a major building.has the word juvenile ever came to mind?"
Tim considered this. "My brother calls me that all the time. so yeah."
"Come on, you are going downstairs. what's your name?"
"My name?"
"Yes!"
"I forget."
The guard jerked the boy's arm. "Tell me! Your name, who your parents are, and what you are doing here."
Tim grinned. "My brother said I was the devils child." "Truth."
"Well, my father lives in a warm climate and enjoys torturing small animals. does that help?"
The man shook his head, dragging Tim behind him.
"Ever heard the term: 'No escape?'" Barbara questioned as she ducked next to Dick in the shadows. "I say we turn ourselves in."
"Ever hear the term: 'No way?' I am not even close to giving in to their freaking demands! We can make it out." He looked over at the girl. "I think."
She shook her head, about ready to answer when a guard walked down a nearby hall, dragging a protesting Tim behind him. The two watched, and then shook their heads.
"Ok, so anyway. like I was saying, we need to bust Tim outta' this and then run."
Barbara shot the young man a dirty look. "It's a wonder you aren't dead yet! The plan sucks!"
Dick pouted, yet was quick to snap back his reply. "You suck!"
"Live with it! We need to work this out logically."
"Oh, you mean like. we need to think. Do I never get away from you school marms?! Focus. think. plan ahead. that is what you say, but when your lips move all I can see is you saying: Dick you are a genius!"
"No."
"Acceptance is the first step out of denial you know."
Tim snoozed lightly, drooling slightly from the corner of his lips. It had been close to half an hour since his capture and Dick and Barbara still had not been captured. The guard who had caught him: Eric.
"Why are you running from the law? This is the stupidest crime story I have ever heard. you toilet paper Bruce Wayne's office then run from the crime scene. why?" He looked at Tim, seeing the boy sleeping. "HEY!"
Tim's headshot up as the voice of the man scared him. "Dramatic irony!" He let out without a clue.
"You are running because of dramatic irony?"
"Okay." He put his head back down, closing his eyes.
"Hey, your Bruce Wayne's ward aren't you?! Why didn't I see it before?"
"Well.God cannot bless us all with a high level of common sense. He may choose to bless us with ingenuity and cleverness. Unfortunately, you were blessed with neither of them. I'm not saying you're stupid, you're just less fortunate." Then with that Tim turned his back to the man and fell asleep once more.
The guard said nothing, considering the words, wondering where the kid got this stuff.
Dick peered down from the vent, watching as Tim slept silently and the guard stood watching him with a glare. 'Hmm, the kid is so stupid he falls asleep in the middle of a crime bust, he'd make a lousy criminal. It's a good thing he is Robin.' The boy thought, his eyes twitching to where Barbara stood in the corner.
He waved, though Barbara could not see him. "Curses! Babs, go already, I am getting a sneeze from these moth balls up here." He grumbled under his breath, not liking the venting system at all. Barbara seemed to enjoy making him wait, and when she did attack she had knocked out the guard before Dick could even join in on the fun. He landed beside her, lips pulled into a pout, but before he could complain about it she grabbed Tim's arm, and ran.
"To the car, these guards aren't stupid! They will be after us in a few seconds."
"I figured, and with their smartness, they are going to have the car surrounded, there is no way." Dick snapped, his eyes wandering over to the guard and then back at the two running beside him. "You know what I am saying here?"
Barbara bit her lip and nodded, her eyes flashing. "You and your stupid ideas! This is your fault!"
Dick blinked at her, and slid to a stop as they came to the door. "Well?"
*****The BatThing is back! Hee-hee, now watch me get another virus on my baby computer. *Hugs computer*. Sorry, it seems like I have been gone forever! I need to find Silver and get working on our fanfiction, cause it rocks!
Chapter Three: 'A Hero's Night Off'
By: The BatThing
"Huff-a-huff-a-huff-a." Tim let out as he swung his head up, glaring before him at Dick and Barbara ran a little to close. The boy dared a quick glance behind him. His eyes going wide at the sight of three guards gain closure. He pulled besides Dick, shaking his head. "I say we split, head to the car in different directions!"
Dick managed a nod. "There is a split hall, you and Barb go to the right, and I will go for the left."
Barbara said nothing, but nodded slowly. "But they'll dare to shoot at you Dick, Tim's just a boy, they won't aim for him. If you take me with you then we all should be covered for."
"Um." Dick gave no argument as they each turned down the separate halls, Barbara still beside him. "I hope Tim stays outta' trouble."
"He won't. its Tim!"
The guard was much to fast, and Tim did not enjoy that at all. 'This guy has to be some Olympic runner or something!' The boy thought, his eyebrows shooting upward as saw a small caution sign stating that the floor was wet. "Urg!" He guided his tennis shoes along.
His eyes caught sight of a bathroom as he turned the corner and he dove into it, leaping to a near-by stall and jumping on the toilet seat, standing their, wondering if he had eluded the man or not.
To his disappointment he heard the door swing open, banging against the wall loudly. A few footsteps sounded off, and then there was a long pause. Then a huge BANG, followed my another, and another.
Tim's heart sank. The man was looking in each stall. His mind raced, trying to come up with a plan, but the harder he tried, the more he became frantic. He watched through the crack as the figure reached out to open the door, and it began to swing open. So Tim did the only thing he could think to do:
"ACK! Someone is using the bathroom in here!"
There was a confused pause and Tim took it to his advantage, he grabbed the top of the stall and flipped over it, landing behind the shocked guard.
'This guy is stupid.' Tim thought to himself as he made a mad dash for the door, yet forgetting that the floor was wet he slipped, falling hard, banging his chin to the ground. "Uof!"
The guard lurched forward, grabbing Tim by the collar. "No more fancy tricks, you are going where you belong!"
Tim attempted a smile. "To my get-away car?"
The man's lips twitched slightly. "No." He pulled Tim up by the arm, studying him.
"My get-away motorcycle? Or if that doesn't work I can always just walk away. you know, what ever is best for you."
"Nice try kid. so you are the kidnapper of Barbara Gordon?"
Tim gave a wide smile, nodding. "What can I say? I am a vicious killing machine! Now let me go. please?"
The guard shook his head. "What are you doing here?"
Tim blinked. "Well you see, I was on this walk. and heard someone calling my name. And I just figured that the voice was coming from inside Wayne Enterprises, maybe one of your men were taunting me."
"This is no joking matter, you have broken in to a major building.has the word juvenile ever came to mind?"
Tim considered this. "My brother calls me that all the time. so yeah."
"Come on, you are going downstairs. what's your name?"
"My name?"
"Yes!"
"I forget."
The guard jerked the boy's arm. "Tell me! Your name, who your parents are, and what you are doing here."
Tim grinned. "My brother said I was the devils child." "Truth."
"Well, my father lives in a warm climate and enjoys torturing small animals. does that help?"
The man shook his head, dragging Tim behind him.
"Ever heard the term: 'No escape?'" Barbara questioned as she ducked next to Dick in the shadows. "I say we turn ourselves in."
"Ever hear the term: 'No way?' I am not even close to giving in to their freaking demands! We can make it out." He looked over at the girl. "I think."
She shook her head, about ready to answer when a guard walked down a nearby hall, dragging a protesting Tim behind him. The two watched, and then shook their heads.
"Ok, so anyway. like I was saying, we need to bust Tim outta' this and then run."
Barbara shot the young man a dirty look. "It's a wonder you aren't dead yet! The plan sucks!"
Dick pouted, yet was quick to snap back his reply. "You suck!"
"Live with it! We need to work this out logically."
"Oh, you mean like. we need to think. Do I never get away from you school marms?! Focus. think. plan ahead. that is what you say, but when your lips move all I can see is you saying: Dick you are a genius!"
"No."
"Acceptance is the first step out of denial you know."
Tim snoozed lightly, drooling slightly from the corner of his lips. It had been close to half an hour since his capture and Dick and Barbara still had not been captured. The guard who had caught him: Eric.
"Why are you running from the law? This is the stupidest crime story I have ever heard. you toilet paper Bruce Wayne's office then run from the crime scene. why?" He looked at Tim, seeing the boy sleeping. "HEY!"
Tim's headshot up as the voice of the man scared him. "Dramatic irony!" He let out without a clue.
"You are running because of dramatic irony?"
"Okay." He put his head back down, closing his eyes.
"Hey, your Bruce Wayne's ward aren't you?! Why didn't I see it before?"
"Well.God cannot bless us all with a high level of common sense. He may choose to bless us with ingenuity and cleverness. Unfortunately, you were blessed with neither of them. I'm not saying you're stupid, you're just less fortunate." Then with that Tim turned his back to the man and fell asleep once more.
The guard said nothing, considering the words, wondering where the kid got this stuff.
Dick peered down from the vent, watching as Tim slept silently and the guard stood watching him with a glare. 'Hmm, the kid is so stupid he falls asleep in the middle of a crime bust, he'd make a lousy criminal. It's a good thing he is Robin.' The boy thought, his eyes twitching to where Barbara stood in the corner.
He waved, though Barbara could not see him. "Curses! Babs, go already, I am getting a sneeze from these moth balls up here." He grumbled under his breath, not liking the venting system at all. Barbara seemed to enjoy making him wait, and when she did attack she had knocked out the guard before Dick could even join in on the fun. He landed beside her, lips pulled into a pout, but before he could complain about it she grabbed Tim's arm, and ran.
"To the car, these guards aren't stupid! They will be after us in a few seconds."
"I figured, and with their smartness, they are going to have the car surrounded, there is no way." Dick snapped, his eyes wandering over to the guard and then back at the two running beside him. "You know what I am saying here?"
Barbara bit her lip and nodded, her eyes flashing. "You and your stupid ideas! This is your fault!"
Dick blinked at her, and slid to a stop as they came to the door. "Well?"
*****The BatThing is back! Hee-hee, now watch me get another virus on my baby computer. *Hugs computer*. Sorry, it seems like I have been gone forever! I need to find Silver and get working on our fanfiction, cause it rocks!