The Adventures of Robin & Robin
Disclaimer: All Birds and Bats will be returned to the Batcave after I'm done playing with them. If you recognize it; I don't own it.
Chapter One:
Not One Word!
The pinging alert of his phone caused him to gladly look up from the English homework he was struggling through. The large amount of make up work made his worst subject even more of a task to finish. English was hard enough when it was your first language let alone your fifth. Hissing slightly as he reached a little too far, a little to fast, to grab his phone, straining his almost healed ribs. Opening the text message he flushed and then groaned at the attached picture and the one word question.
He tried to ignore the personalized AC/DC ringtone of his video messenger. He knew who was calling without looking. The same person that had sent the text. It just persisted ringing. Dick sighed giving into his fate.
He reluctantly accepted the video chat, "Where did you even find that?" Jason's shit eating grin only widened.
"Some old case files Bats has me going through," The older boy yawned panning the camera across all the old files on the batcomputer.
"I told Bruce to destroy them all."
"Why? You're so dang cute," Jason taunted pulling up more pictures on the computer screen.
"It was only temporary."
"Not temporary enough to leave no evidence."
"Jay, I was like eight."
"I guarantee no other eight year old would be caught dead in scaly green underoos."
"It wasn't that bad," Dick defended halfheartedly.
"Not that bad," Jason questioned before giving the camera a close up inspection of the picture, "You look like jail bait."
"I can and could take care of my self." Dick folded his arms defensively.
"But what about Gotham," Jason sensing a sore spot changed the subject, "How did Alfred ever let your legs out of the cave to traumatize unsuspecting citizens?"
Dick brought his legs into his phone's camera view. "I have great legs."
"Stop," Jason begged, "Normal people cannot bend their legs like that."
Dick cackled, taking it as a challenge to contort his body like a pretzel. He stopped only when Jason started to mime throwing up. He told himself he was taking pity on his brother not because his ribs were starting to protest.
"If you ever wear anything so stupid again I don't care where I am I'll come back and beat your ass. You make the rest of us look bad."
"My mom made it," It was confessed so quietly Jason almost missed hearing it, "She never got to see me perform in it."
Jason swore before adding just as quietly, "I thought you just made it after and called yourself her nickname for you."
"It wasn't very practical," Dick gave a watery smile accepting Jason's unspoken apology.
"If you ever want to…" Jason faltered.
"You do know we wear the same costume right?"
"Yeah," Jason rubbed his neck awkwardly, "But if you want to…"
"Thanks Jay," Dick said sincerely before grinning mischievously, "But I like pants now."
"Thank g...I mean if your sure." The both laughed.
Once they calmed down they began discussing Batman's early days. They tried to stump each other in the origins of the the cave's trophies. Dick won by telling the story behind the Mummy Case. However Jason won naming the most ridiculous villain; it was the Condiment King. They relished in sharing knowledge, that only Alfred and Batman himself knew, with someone their own age. As they laughed about the past the future seemed bright and full of possibilities for the two young crime fighters.
"Hey is your costume threat still good because I think the disco look is making a comeback," Dick started disco dancing with one arm.
"Yes! Even if I'm dead I'd come back just to beat your disco ass."
"Hey don't hate on the classics." Dick's discoing intensified.
Jason rolled his eyes, "I'm just about done here then I'll help you with English. So I can kick your ass on the court, for just saying the word disco."
"I'd like to see you try!"
"Be up in a few." Jason hung up.
"Pants?" Dick read the text again with a snort. Robin had more than just pants now.