I HAVE RETURNED! This is an idea stolen from, um, that person who's name I forget, but you know who you are. I got it MONTHS ago, but only just now actually wrote it (I'd started a couple times, ended up deleting). Funnily enough, the other day I was reading Batfics, and stumbled across one with the same idea. Kinda reminded me I needed to get this done.
Here ya go, TemporarilyNamelessOneWhoICouldProbablyFindTheNameOfRatherEasilyButI'mTooLazyToGoLook. Hope ya enjoy.
Baskin Robin
"A double scoop Reese's Peanut Butter Cup waffle cone, please." Batman's voice was stern and serious, as though he were questioning a suspect and not ordering ice cream. A small hand tugged at his cape, and he added, "And an Old Fashioned Butter Pecan."
The Baskin Robbins clerk nodded quietly, still slightly in shock at having the dynamic duo standing in the store. They rang up the price and Batman paid as another worker handed the ice cream over the counter to Robin.
"Thanks!"
The workers smiled awkwardly at the cheerful boy and intimidating man as they left. Robin handed Batman the Butter Pecan when they got to the street, giving his own cone a happy lick.
"Are you sure you don't want one, Batman?"
"I'm positive."
"Mm. Well, I hope Alfred likes his."
"So you're not going to tell him what happened, right?"
Robin pondered over his treat for a moment. Batman frowned.
"You promised. Ice cream in return for your silence."
The Boy Wonder snickered. "I won't tell."
"Good."
"Just don't ever try to kill me again."
"I wasn't trying to kill you."
"That's debatable."
And if the front page of the morning newspaper shows a picture of them at the counter, well, that's just part of crime fighting.