"Yell O-O G-O, everybody yell GO!! Go Gotham!!"
The cheerleaders of Gotham High School, in their brightly colored uniforms, jumped around on the track, showing spirit for their team, who were competing against Riverview High. Tim Drake stood in the middle row, with a fake grin on his face, and was yelling through a large megaphone. He felt so nauseated. Thank God this was the last football game for the year. Still, why Dick, Bruce, and Barbara had to show up was beyond him. He knew Dick would never forget this. He could already hear the laughter.
Dick proceeded to shout, "Hey you, Riverview, whatcha gonna do, when the Gotham boys stomp on you?!" he jumped up and did a perfect back tuck. He landed with his knees slightly bent. He used his wrist to wipe the sweat off of his brow. These uniforms were hot. He would much rather be wearing his Robin costume. There was no breeze on the track this late in the day.
"Two minutes left", he thought to himself. "Then this nightmare will be over." Two guys he knew from Biology, Evan Daniels and Tyler Gray, walked past him on the other side of the fence. "Whoa, Tim!" said Evan in a loud voice. "So sexy!" "Yeah!" said Scott. "You go to the slumber parties too? Ha!! You're so gay!!" Tim rolled his eyes in disgust. Another comment and he would so lose it.
At that moment, Dick walked up to the fence. "Tim's got spirit, yes he do, Tim's got spirit how 'bout you?" He started laughing uncontrollably. Tim could feel his blood boiling. It was bad enough that everyone at school thought he was a fag, but how dare Dick!! At a football game? Hell, no!!
Tim jogged up to the fence. "After the game", Tim began, "I will so be all over you." Dick just laughed and walked away. The buzzer for the game sounded. The score had been 30-27 Gotham. All the cheerleaders except for Tim ran up on the field for the after-game prayers and speeches. He wanted to cry, he was so angry, but not here. He started to walk away, when one of the cheerleaders, Morgan Roberts, walked over to him. "What's up Tim? You look upset."
"Oh, uh, nothing." He blinked, and Morgan studied his face.
"Listen, there's going to be a party at my house tomorrow night. Wanna come?"
"Um, sure, I'll be there."
"Cool", said Morgan. "See you there." She started to walk away, then stopped. "Tim?"
"Yeah?"
"Bring extra clothes and a first-aid kit. We always plat Truth or Dare, and it's been known to get ugly." "Uh, thanks, I'll try to remember that." "No problem. No offense, but I've noticed that your social status has went down since you joined the squad, like most male cheerleaders."
"So?"
"So, the most popular kids at Gotham High will be there. If you don't come, they will think lesser of you. If you do come, be prepared to do something drastic if you want people outside of the cheerleading squad to like you again."
Morgan walked away, leaving Tim on the track. He thought for a moment. What could he do? Certainly not give away his identity. But what?
"Hey cheerboy, you coming?" Dick hopped down the bleacher stairs toward him. "Yeah, Boy Blunder." "Hey, I resent that!!"
"Live with it!!"
"You little-"
Tim only heard half of what Dick was saying. He knew what he could do to get his friends back, and he wouldn't have to give up his identity. He looked at Dick, who was face forward as they walked out of the stadium. He knew what he wanted to do. He just hoped that Dick would forgive him.
The cheerleaders of Gotham High School, in their brightly colored uniforms, jumped around on the track, showing spirit for their team, who were competing against Riverview High. Tim Drake stood in the middle row, with a fake grin on his face, and was yelling through a large megaphone. He felt so nauseated. Thank God this was the last football game for the year. Still, why Dick, Bruce, and Barbara had to show up was beyond him. He knew Dick would never forget this. He could already hear the laughter.
Dick proceeded to shout, "Hey you, Riverview, whatcha gonna do, when the Gotham boys stomp on you?!" he jumped up and did a perfect back tuck. He landed with his knees slightly bent. He used his wrist to wipe the sweat off of his brow. These uniforms were hot. He would much rather be wearing his Robin costume. There was no breeze on the track this late in the day.
"Two minutes left", he thought to himself. "Then this nightmare will be over." Two guys he knew from Biology, Evan Daniels and Tyler Gray, walked past him on the other side of the fence. "Whoa, Tim!" said Evan in a loud voice. "So sexy!" "Yeah!" said Scott. "You go to the slumber parties too? Ha!! You're so gay!!" Tim rolled his eyes in disgust. Another comment and he would so lose it.
At that moment, Dick walked up to the fence. "Tim's got spirit, yes he do, Tim's got spirit how 'bout you?" He started laughing uncontrollably. Tim could feel his blood boiling. It was bad enough that everyone at school thought he was a fag, but how dare Dick!! At a football game? Hell, no!!
Tim jogged up to the fence. "After the game", Tim began, "I will so be all over you." Dick just laughed and walked away. The buzzer for the game sounded. The score had been 30-27 Gotham. All the cheerleaders except for Tim ran up on the field for the after-game prayers and speeches. He wanted to cry, he was so angry, but not here. He started to walk away, when one of the cheerleaders, Morgan Roberts, walked over to him. "What's up Tim? You look upset."
"Oh, uh, nothing." He blinked, and Morgan studied his face.
"Listen, there's going to be a party at my house tomorrow night. Wanna come?"
"Um, sure, I'll be there."
"Cool", said Morgan. "See you there." She started to walk away, then stopped. "Tim?"
"Yeah?"
"Bring extra clothes and a first-aid kit. We always plat Truth or Dare, and it's been known to get ugly." "Uh, thanks, I'll try to remember that." "No problem. No offense, but I've noticed that your social status has went down since you joined the squad, like most male cheerleaders."
"So?"
"So, the most popular kids at Gotham High will be there. If you don't come, they will think lesser of you. If you do come, be prepared to do something drastic if you want people outside of the cheerleading squad to like you again."
Morgan walked away, leaving Tim on the track. He thought for a moment. What could he do? Certainly not give away his identity. But what?
"Hey cheerboy, you coming?" Dick hopped down the bleacher stairs toward him. "Yeah, Boy Blunder." "Hey, I resent that!!"
"Live with it!!"
"You little-"
Tim only heard half of what Dick was saying. He knew what he could do to get his friends back, and he wouldn't have to give up his identity. He looked at Dick, who was face forward as they walked out of the stadium. He knew what he wanted to do. He just hoped that Dick would forgive him.