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Chapter 3
I don't really want to say how it happened, it's just way too embarrassing. But, I guess I have to anyways. It was pretty easy to follow Dick, since he was kind of busy and not paying attention to me.
And things looked really great, that is until the Joker started talking. He started that creepy laughter thing and yammered on about a little bird. It took me a minute to realize that it was me he was talking about. I just wish Dick was as stupid as me.
"Robin?" he hissed and turned around. "What are you doing here?" I could see the anger and confusion on his face behind the mask.
I swallowed the lump in my throat, so much for saving the day. "I-", there was no chance that I was going to finish that sentence.
An explosion lit up the street, I ducked for cover like Bruce taught me in training. Figures that the Joker would throw a bomb and run away when we're not looking. I guess that's my fault though.
I looked over at Dick though the smoke, hopping he wouldn't be too mad at me for messing the whole mission up. I was a little afraid that he would just start yelling like Bruce sometimes does, not that I would blame him if he did.
I didn't even know what I was going to say, but I felt like I had to say something in my defense. But as soon as I tried to say anything, he stopped me. "Get in the car, now."
I nodded and raced toward the car. At least he wasn't yelling, yet. I bucked up and tried not to seem too nervous.
Nightwing got in on the driver'ss side and started the car. I didn't want to say anything, cause there wasn't anything I could say. I knew I shouldn't have gone out, but I didn't listen. Why do I do this? Even when I know I shouldn't I go and do something stupid and get myself into trouble. Why does Bruce have to be right when he says I don't think before I act!
"You've got until we get to Wayne Manor to save your ass from Bruce, start talking." Dick's voice broke my train of thought.
"You said you'd take me with you!" I know lame and childish excuse, but it was all I had. Dick isn't strict like Bruce, so I thought that he might buy it.
"I sure did, and I did take you with me." He looked at me and I knew that I had nothing to save me now. "However, I told you to wait because I was dealing with the Joker. So put that one on the list to tell Bruce."
I really didn't want to see that list, there had to be about a million things I did wrong. "Come on, don't tell him Dick." I complained, sympathy seemed like my best hope now.
"I thought you were too old to be whining." I'm thirteen and Batman's sidekick, I don't whine. I threw him a look even though that was probably a really stupid thing to do. "I can't ignore this Tim, so you're going to face big bad Bruce."
What a way to put it, Bruce is horrible when he's mad. It's not that he abuses me or anything; I know he would if he wanted to, he can bench press like a hundred pounds. It's just he makes me feel so guilty for whatever I did, and I don't like feeling guilty. Sometimes he'll even give me that look that tells me he's disappointed, I think that's what I hate the most, disappointing Bruce. Cause I'm Robin and his partner and all, I don't want to disappoint him.
Even though Dick is sort of like a big brother I was surprised when he ruffled my hair. "Hey, kid don't worry. I've done much worst."
I know he was trying to comfort me, but it's not him that has to face Bruce after all those threats that he made. "But he's going to be so mad at me. And probably won't take me out with him for a month." No scratch that, I know for a fact that he won't take me out with him ever again.
"Consequences, one of Bruce's favorite words." he muttered, saying one of my least favorite words. When Bruce says that it always means something I don't want, like being grounded for not doing my homework. "Look, there isn't a way out of it. I know Bruce is probably going to give you one hell of a spanking." I could feel the red on my face. Did he tell Dick? "And ground you or whatever. But he's your guardian, and needs to know."
Suddenly I got a brilliant idea, "Why cant you just to it?" Ok maybe it wasn't brilliant but he had to be better than Bruce finding out about tonight. Just about anything was better than that.
I thought Dick had a heart attack when I said that, cause he hit the brakes to fast I thought I was going to go flying, even though I was wearing my seatbelt. "What?" he sounded completely baffled.
"Why can't you just punish me and not tell him?" I asked, now a little unsure of if my plan would work. He could say no, or still tell Bruce then I'll be spanked twice and still won't be able to ever leave the house.
"Hypothetically, I could. I'm not going to though." he finally said, after a long stretch of silence.
"Why not?" I challenged, hoping that I haven't pushed him too far. Last time I did that to Bruce it didn't end well, especially for my butt.
"Causeā¦" He started and I hoped beyond all hope that I had him. "Fine." he finished flatly.
"Fine?" I tried to keep the joy I felt out of my voice. Either way I'm getting spanked, but at least it's not going to be as bad as what Bruce said he'd do if he found out I caused trouble.
"If you want me to spank you, rather than face Bruce by yourself, then fine." I felt relief sweep through me, Bruce wasn't going to know. I could've done without the warning he tacked on though, "But, I'm not going easy on you kid, remember that."
He turned the car around and we started heading back to his place. I knew I was pushing my luck by talking, yet another problem Bruce says I need to work on, but I had one last thing to say. "Dick?"
"Yeah?" he mumbled, seeming like he was preoccupied with his own thoughts,
"Thanks, for not telling Bruce." And I meant it, I wasn't saying that to be a suck up or anything, cause he was saving my ass, literally.
"Mh, you say that now."
