Spring Break
Disclaimer: I do not own Batman characters nor the equation that girls are evil! Eep!
Chapter Three:
"Timothy Drake, Barbara Gordon, and Richard Grayson!"
"I prefer Dick if you don't mind."
Bruce Wayne's glare hardened and he pointed to where Tim stood. "I don't believe this, I thought you two were going to watch him! Was that such a hard job?"
Barbara opened her mouth and then closed it. She scratched her head in thought and then nodded. "Well, apparently you couldn't handle it so you gave us the job. You think it's easy to watch that kid? He's all over the place, besides, you weren't publicly embarrassed! I was."
"Oh right, like you didn't earn that," Dick sneered, "I for one would have been able to watch Tim just fine... it was just the small unforgivable fact that Barb was being a brat, so I left her alone to watch the kid."
"Oh whatever Grayson!" The girl flipped her hair and gave a small pout. "I don't have to stand for this you know. It's not like you were paying me, and I am not your child. If you want to ask my advice then here it is!"
"No one wants to hear your stupid advice Barb," Dick yelled.
"You need to show Dick and Tim more discipline. You are way to soft on those two as it is! I mean, Tim is like, really hyper. There is medication for that sort of thing you know. It would probably help his grades too." The girl pulled at her purse and pulled out her wallet. "And you know what, it wouldn't hurt to buy Dick some medication to calm him down. I am most willing to fund this, so here."
Bruce looked down at the crumpled one-dollar bill and shook his head. "I think I can afford it myself, thanks."
"Good, I am a little broke at the moment," she shoved the money back into her purse and smiled faintly. "Just do what needs to be done Bruce!"
"You really mean that?" He looked a little skeptical.
"Of course, I'm behind your decisions all the way!" And then with that she kissed his cheek and began to run off. "Just as long as they don't include me! Bye!"
Dick shook his fist in the air. "That little girl doesn't know who she is messing with!"
Tim nodded his agreement. "You should call her dad and tell him what happened, I bet she would get into trouble then!"
The man quirked an eyebrow at the suggestion, "I think Barbara is old enough to make her own choices."
"And I'm not!? Think about what you are saying here Bruce! I'm older than that, that child." Dick gave his forehead a light smack. "You are unbelievable."
"You want to know what is unbelievable, you disability to watch a thirteen year old."
"I'm 15 Bruce."
Dick fell to the ground laughing, he held to his sides as he shook from the violent laughter. "My disability! He may be my brother, buy you are his guardian! I at least know his age! Tee-hee-hee!"
"Watch yourself Grayson, you are asking for trouble." Bruce turned to Tim, "I knew you were 15."
"Right." Tim looked doubtful.
"So what do you propose we do about this? You think we should just let it slide, pretend it didn't happen?" Bruce released a long sigh. "Well tough luck, this is one thing that might be considered the last straw."
Dick grinned at the words. "That's what you said last time and it stank for a week."
"Of course."
"Oh! Oh Bruce guess what," Tim leapt up and down, "I read in the paper the other day that they found out that guy from the Backstreet Boy's, Nick Carter's, real first name! Guess what it is!"
"Is this relevant?"
"In an irrelevant way, but its Heartthrob Nick Carter!" Tim snapped both his fingers and then pointed at his mentor. "Get it? Heart Throb?!"
"Tim," Bruce warned.
Dick held his chin in a thoughtful way as he nodded. "Nice, glad you know the first name of the Backstreet Boys member. Actually I'm glad you know his name at all."
"It's called grade school, hello!"
"It's called you like the Backstreet Boys, like, duh," Dick mocked.
"You are fat, you know that? I wasn't going to tell you, but you are fat!" Tim's face grew slightly red from his anger.
"Well guess what Timb-o, I may be fat, but your ugly, and I can diet." Dick leapt up and turned in the air. "Gotcha!"
Bruce held his head as if suffering from a headache, "ENOUGH!"
"Sorry," they both chimed together and grew deathly silent.
Bruce just stood; dwelling in the silence for a few moments until his eldest harshly interrupted it.
"You know what, I think I figured something out for you Bruce! Ehm. First we state that girls require time and money. And as we all know "time is money." Therefore Girls equal money times money and that equals money squared. And because "money is the root of all evil", like the square root, therefore we conclude that girls equal the square root of evil squared, and you know what that equals? It equals evil!"
"Why do you waste such precious time doing such stupid things?" Bruce sighed.
"I'm just saying girls are evil."
"I know."
To be continued:
To see Dick's equation go to:
Disclaimer: I do not own Batman characters nor the equation that girls are evil! Eep!
Chapter Three:
"Timothy Drake, Barbara Gordon, and Richard Grayson!"
"I prefer Dick if you don't mind."
Bruce Wayne's glare hardened and he pointed to where Tim stood. "I don't believe this, I thought you two were going to watch him! Was that such a hard job?"
Barbara opened her mouth and then closed it. She scratched her head in thought and then nodded. "Well, apparently you couldn't handle it so you gave us the job. You think it's easy to watch that kid? He's all over the place, besides, you weren't publicly embarrassed! I was."
"Oh right, like you didn't earn that," Dick sneered, "I for one would have been able to watch Tim just fine... it was just the small unforgivable fact that Barb was being a brat, so I left her alone to watch the kid."
"Oh whatever Grayson!" The girl flipped her hair and gave a small pout. "I don't have to stand for this you know. It's not like you were paying me, and I am not your child. If you want to ask my advice then here it is!"
"No one wants to hear your stupid advice Barb," Dick yelled.
"You need to show Dick and Tim more discipline. You are way to soft on those two as it is! I mean, Tim is like, really hyper. There is medication for that sort of thing you know. It would probably help his grades too." The girl pulled at her purse and pulled out her wallet. "And you know what, it wouldn't hurt to buy Dick some medication to calm him down. I am most willing to fund this, so here."
Bruce looked down at the crumpled one-dollar bill and shook his head. "I think I can afford it myself, thanks."
"Good, I am a little broke at the moment," she shoved the money back into her purse and smiled faintly. "Just do what needs to be done Bruce!"
"You really mean that?" He looked a little skeptical.
"Of course, I'm behind your decisions all the way!" And then with that she kissed his cheek and began to run off. "Just as long as they don't include me! Bye!"
Dick shook his fist in the air. "That little girl doesn't know who she is messing with!"
Tim nodded his agreement. "You should call her dad and tell him what happened, I bet she would get into trouble then!"
The man quirked an eyebrow at the suggestion, "I think Barbara is old enough to make her own choices."
"And I'm not!? Think about what you are saying here Bruce! I'm older than that, that child." Dick gave his forehead a light smack. "You are unbelievable."
"You want to know what is unbelievable, you disability to watch a thirteen year old."
"I'm 15 Bruce."
Dick fell to the ground laughing, he held to his sides as he shook from the violent laughter. "My disability! He may be my brother, buy you are his guardian! I at least know his age! Tee-hee-hee!"
"Watch yourself Grayson, you are asking for trouble." Bruce turned to Tim, "I knew you were 15."
"Right." Tim looked doubtful.
"So what do you propose we do about this? You think we should just let it slide, pretend it didn't happen?" Bruce released a long sigh. "Well tough luck, this is one thing that might be considered the last straw."
Dick grinned at the words. "That's what you said last time and it stank for a week."
"Of course."
"Oh! Oh Bruce guess what," Tim leapt up and down, "I read in the paper the other day that they found out that guy from the Backstreet Boy's, Nick Carter's, real first name! Guess what it is!"
"Is this relevant?"
"In an irrelevant way, but its Heartthrob Nick Carter!" Tim snapped both his fingers and then pointed at his mentor. "Get it? Heart Throb?!"
"Tim," Bruce warned.
Dick held his chin in a thoughtful way as he nodded. "Nice, glad you know the first name of the Backstreet Boys member. Actually I'm glad you know his name at all."
"It's called grade school, hello!"
"It's called you like the Backstreet Boys, like, duh," Dick mocked.
"You are fat, you know that? I wasn't going to tell you, but you are fat!" Tim's face grew slightly red from his anger.
"Well guess what Timb-o, I may be fat, but your ugly, and I can diet." Dick leapt up and turned in the air. "Gotcha!"
Bruce held his head as if suffering from a headache, "ENOUGH!"
"Sorry," they both chimed together and grew deathly silent.
Bruce just stood; dwelling in the silence for a few moments until his eldest harshly interrupted it.
"You know what, I think I figured something out for you Bruce! Ehm. First we state that girls require time and money. And as we all know "time is money." Therefore Girls equal money times money and that equals money squared. And because "money is the root of all evil", like the square root, therefore we conclude that girls equal the square root of evil squared, and you know what that equals? It equals evil!"
"Why do you waste such precious time doing such stupid things?" Bruce sighed.
"I'm just saying girls are evil."
"I know."
To be continued:
To see Dick's equation go to: