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"A Scheme with Merit"
by: omni82
Sweat dripped into Nightwing's eyes, salty and hot. He blinked furiously, but was too close to his goal to dare give away his position by moving. He had been at this impasse for hours, neither moving nor retreating. His muscle would start seizing soon, he knew and that made time all the more crucial.
His opponent knew it as well because he slowly began to move out of the stance he had mirrored and maintained for this long time. Nightwing considered whipping out his spray bottle of airborne hallucinogens to trigger a psychotic episode in his foe but quickly decided against it. If any of the drug fell into his prize, the narcotic would act on him as well.
Nightwing's reflexes were just as quick as the enemy's was so a snatch and run was definitely out. Perhaps…yes, that was a scheme with merit.
Slowly raising his head so as not to alert his wary foe, Nightwing began to stare deeply into the young man's eyes. If he could just hypnotize him into a stupor, the prize would be his!
But as the boy began to blink furiously and mutter unintelligible words, Nightwing began to fear that perhaps someone else had drugged his foe before him. Would he have to battle a fiend hopped up on venom? Some people would take any recourse to get what they wanted. Had the boy reverted to stimulants so early in to game?
"You'll never win, you medicated freak," Nightwing growled.
"You can't stop me," the boy snarled back. His fists began to clench and unclench rhythmically. He was going for it.
However, just as both masked adversaries lunged for their elusive prize, a third hand swooped down from above and snatched what they had been feuding over.
Nightwing and Robin stared in disbelieving horror as Batman casually strolled away, munching on Alfred's last double chocolate chip cookie.
"No," they moaned in pained unison.
Batman glanced over at his sobbing proteges and frowned as he licked the last crumb off his gauntlet. "What's wrong with you two?"
FIN