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Once Upon a Flying Pig
"But sir—"
"No!"
"If you'd just listen—"
"I'm sorry, Alfred, but the answer is no!"
"Could you just—"
"No!"
"He—"
"No!"
"It—"
"No!
"It's not—"
"No, no, NO!"
"Please, sir, let me finish. He looked so sad when he asked why you never told him his bedtime story. If you could do it just once…" Alfred persisted.
"No!"
"Master Bruce, it isn't that much of a task, and it would make Master Dick very happy, indeed."
"Alfred," sighed Bruce. "When you hear me saying 'once upon a time' to anyone, you can send out the flying pigs."
-
"Once upon a time—"
"Bore-ring," Dick yawned dully, interrupting Bruce's 'story'.
"I didn't even start yet."
"If it starts with 'once upon a time', it's boring. Try again." And don't blow it.
"A long, long time ago—"
"Yawn," Dick said, shaking his head.
"In a far-away land called—"
"Dullsville," Dick supplied with a sigh.
Bruce inhaled deeply. "Once there was a young prince named Richard. Richard was a very picky prince. One day, King Bruce came to his son and said, 'Son, if you don't shape up, you're going to have to ship out.' Young Prince Richard decided that shaping up was better than shipping out, so he shaped up and the king didn't make him ship out. The end."
Dick blinked. He looked at Bruce. "King Bruce was Prince Richard's dad, right?"
"Yes," Bruce answered simply.
"Is Bruce Dick's dad?"
Now Bruce blinked. "Well…"
He's gonna say 'no', Dick told himself. When will you learn to keep your big mouth shut, Grayson?
"If you want him to be…."
YES! Dick grinned. "Night, Dad. Great story." He turned over to his other side and pulled his stuffed circus animals close. Thanks, Dad.
-
"How did your bedtime story for Master Dick go, sir?" Alfred asked as Bruce came out of Dick's room.
"Not bad," Bruce admitted. He paused. "Do you think he would mind if I did it again tomorrow night?"
"If you'll pardon me, sir," Alfred excused himself. He turned and started down the hall.
"Alfred?"
The butler stopped and looked at Bruce patiently.
"Where are you going?"
"To release the flying pigs, sir, as you requested."
The End
