Batman
Batman
"My Three Sons: Batman Style"
Summary: Bruce tackles raising three sons: Dick, Jason, and Tim.
Author's Note(s): For the purpose of this story: 1) Jason Todd did not die. He, like his older brother Dick, outgrew the Robin persona and created his own: Talon. His costume is black, except for three red slashes across his chest. 2) Dick is eighteen, Jason is fifteen, and Tim is twelve. 3) Barbara didn't become Oracle, was never shot, and chose to make herself into a new crime fighter called Kestrel. 4) Cassie Cain lives with Babs and Commisioner Gordon rather than Bruce. She's Batgirl. 5) The two girls are the same age as Dick and Tim.
Warning: This story will contain the corporal punishment of teenagers—even an eighteen year old—and adolescents. If this bothers you, DO NOT READ OR REVIEW THIS STORY. YOU HAVE BEEN PROPERLY WARNED!!
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, I just wrote this story for the fun of it.
(This chapter is dedicated to Pdantzler2. Thanks for "listening".)
Chapter 2: Who's scared now?
On the rooftop, Batman and his boys assembled around the skylight to peer into the warehouse down below.
"You were right," Nightwing told him. "It looks like the Scarecrow is up to his old tricks again."
"The question is," Batman said, "to find out what his plan is?"
"Who cares?" Talon scoffed. "Let's just go kick his ass already!"
Batman glared at his middle partner. "What did I say about the language?" he asked him, sternly. "You have to learn to control this impulse streak of yours…or I'll control it for you. Understand?"
Talon sighed. "Whatever you say, Pops," he grumbled, "but I don't understand what were waiting on."
Surprisingly, it was Robin who answered him. "For him to make his move," he told his older brother. "Once we see the Scarecrow take money for his drugs, then we can go in and nab him."
"We're not the cops, little bro," Talon told him, rolling his eyes.
"We're not above the law, either," Nightwing told his younger brother, seriously.
"That's enough," Batman growled at them. "Your minds should be on the job at hand."
"Yes, sir," all three answered simultaneously.
Down below, the criminal madman known as the Scarecrow was talking to some men. They handed him some money, and he then pointed to several boxes—which were probably filled with his fear inducing poison.
"Let's go," Batman said, "but no stunts." This seemed to be aimed more at Talon than the other two.
Talon saluted. "You got it, B-man," he said, and then promptly crashed through the skylight.
Sighing, Batman went next followed by Nightwing and Robin. The moment they landed, they all assumed fighting stances.
Scarecrow glared at them, as if they were a nuisance. "Well," he yelled at the men who were standing there staring, "don't just stand there, you dolts. Kill them!" He pointed a bony finger at the four costumed vigilantes.
Nine men moved as one to attack the crime fighters. "As if," Talon snorted, somersaulting into the air, landing, back-flipping into the air, and then leaping up to nail two of the crooks in the chest with a butterfly kick. They went flying and didn't get back up.
Two others charged at Nightwing, but he was ready for them. Performing a slide any baseball player would be envious of, he tripped one of the thugs up and then knocked him out with a punch to the jaw as he fell forward. Then, moving almost simultaneously, he spun out with his outstretched leg and took the legs out from under the other crook. As the man fell back, he spun and delivered a heel kick to his jaw. He was out cold when he hit the ground.
Another two came at Robin, but despite his smaller size and stature he too had no problems taking the two down. Leaping high into the air, he somersaulted backwards…the heel of his boot connecting with one of the crooks jaw as he flipped over. The other crook came at him with a crow bar, but he ducked underneath it, slipped between the man's legs and knocked him off balance with a kick to his rear end. Unfortunately, the man caught himself and spun around towards him. He lunged, but Robin was faster. Jumping up, he delivered a flying round house to the side of his face that sent him sprawling.
The final three charged Batman at the same time. As the Dark Knight moved to engage them, he yelled to his three partners. "Get Scarecrow!"
The three nodded, and each sprang into the air. When they landed, they were surrounding the bony masked mad-man. "Well, well," he taunted, "three little bird. Come to play with the Scarecrow have you?" He cackled, minacingly.
"More like to kick his ass," Talon growled.
"You don't scare us, Crane," Nightwing informed him. "Now, you can make this easy or difficult."
"Please say easy," Robin said, "it's late."
"Please say hard," Talon said, "so I can…"
The Scarecrow began laughing insanely. "You three really think you can scare the King of Fear?" he cackled at them. "Please, boys, you're way out of your league."
"And you're way outta your tree, Mr. Macadamian," Talon growled, and then charged forward, quickly followed by Nightwing and Robin.
Unfortunately, the Scarecrow leapt into the air and they missed him, crashing into each other. "Hee hee, ho ho," he cackled, "poor little birdies!" He was so busy taunting the boys that he failed to notice Batman behind.
"Poor Scarecrow," Batman said, causing the "King of Fear" to jump in fright, "tonight just isn't your night." He then reared back and delivered a jaw breaking upper cut to his jaw. The Scarecrow went down and he didn't get back up.
"Who's scared now?" Talon taunted, smugly.
Batman glared at him, and he shrugged. The sound sirens were heard in the distance. "Tie them up, boys," he said, referring to the thugs, "and let's go. Commissioner Gordon can handle things from here."
They did so, leaving Scarecrow and his thugs tied up in the center of the warehouse. They then got out grappling lines and propelled themselves through the skylight again. From there, they watched as the criminal and his possess were rounded up by the police.
Just before driving off, Commissioner James Gordon looked up toward the roof and saluted with two fingers. Batman saluted back and the turned to his boys.
"You all did well tonight," he told them.
"We missed Scarecrow," Nightwing said, clenching his fist.
"You kept him busy long enough," Batman told him, "that's what was important. I'm proud of you."
The boys all smiled. Compliments from the Dark Knight were rare, but always treasured because they were sincere and came from a true source of pride in their abilities. That meant more to them than all the "Good jobs" in world ever could.
"Thanks," they answered at the same time, followed by three yawns.
Batman smirked. "Let's go home," he told them. "You all have school tomorrow."
Three groans followed this, but he merely ignored them and propelled down to the ground below where the Batmobile was waiting. Talon and Robin followed, while Nighwing headed down into the alley to get his Nightcycle. The two vehicles then headed out of the city and on towards home.
It had been a long, though successful night, and all four members of the Bat family had earned a good nights rest.
TBC…