BOBS P.O.V
Click, click, click.
Patience's was always part of Bobs job.
Click, click, tap.
That, of course, didn't mean he liked having to wait for people.
Tap, tap, tap.
So, it was safe to say he was more than a little pissed off when he'd been waiting at a broken down ware house for the last 3 hours.
Tap, click, tap.
It also didn't help that the boy freaking wonder couldn't seem to hack into the security system.
Click, tap, click.
'I mean come on!' Bob thought to himself, not really caring that he was acting completely unprofessional, 'I didn't even make it that hard to hack! There's no reason that it should be taking him this long!
Tap, tap-
DAMN YOU BOY WONDER!
"I'm in!"
That was enough for Bob to stop tearing apart a chair and lean in closer to the small security screen in front of him. The screen showed six teens standing outside, all huddled around the youngest member of their little group. As Bob looked closer at the youngest, A.K.A Mr. Bird-boy a small smirk formed on his lips. He seemed nervous, as if some how he had a feeling this was going to go bad. 'Good,' Bob thought, leaning back in his chair and chuckling in that oh so famous
evil-villainy-way,' He should be.'
And with that, Bob laid in wait for the precious little robin to come into his trap.
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DAMNIT! WAY THE FREAKING HELL IS IT TAKING THEM SO LONG!
Patience's wasn't exactly one of Bobs strong points.
#!^*&$^!#$&%!
But it was still part of the job, there for he still had to deal with the fact that he was the one waiting. Oh well, what could he do while he waited? I spy? No, that would just be completely stupid. Tick tack toe? Nope, that needs two people to play. So what else could he do? He could play angry birds on his iPod...ya why not?
And for the rest of the wait Bob played the free version of angry birds.
20 min. later
Swish
It wasn't a very loud sound, something some one could easily just blame on the wind. Of course Bob know better. After years of researching and studying the movements of both the dark night and his little bird he'd come to the conclusion that even a little sound, such as a swish would announce their arrival. In truth he was kind of disappointed for two reasons. One being that he was just about to beat the final level on angry birds, the other being that it took the side kicks way longer than he'd expected. Truly he thought maybe they'd just be a little better after being a team for so long. Oh well, they still got here.
"Good after noon Robin." He called out to the shadows, and to his joy he could he a slight feminine gasp from some where to his right. "Oh please, do you really think I'm that stupid. Come on bird boy, I already know your here with your little club house friends, there's no need to keep hiding in the shadows." he said after a while, when there came no reply.
After that many things happened in the next few minute. First, a large bulky fist almost tore bobs head of. Luckily, Bob was very capable of dodging it with little to no hassle. Second a large tool box was chucked at his head. Once again Bob was able to dodge it. The third thing, the one he wasn't able to dodge, was a wrench that came out of no where. But hey, it did come out of no where. It just came out of freaking no where, so really he can't be blamed for the wrench that had thumped painfully against his tummy.
But again, he can not be blamed for something like that.
Or the punch that landed on this face.
And definitely not the arrow that pinned him to the wall.
Because none of that was his fault, oh no, it was all the fault of the evil being that just wanted to make his life horrible.
"I'm going to give you five seconds to tell me how you know where Robin was, before I rearrange your face."
Oh please, Bob thought, don't get your little redhead all worked up. Of course he didn't voice his thought out loud, after all he wasn't sure if the redhead would go throw on his threat.
"Hmmmmm...Just five seconds? i think I need a little more time to explain how I knew where my little birdie was." Course that didn't stop him from still giving a smart ass answer.
Slap.
Yeah, the slap on the face was still worth it.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'YOUR BIRD'? WHAT KIND OF PERVERT ARE YOU?" Oh how fun it was to make this kid mad, maybe he should keep pushing the little gingers buttons? After all what was the rush?
"Well, you see, I call him my little birdie for many reasons. One of those reasons being that I've been watching and studding him for quite some time. Another reason is-" oh damn, the fist to the tummy hurt.
Like fudging hurt like a female dog man.
So Bob did the first thing that came to his mind. Instead of doing what was planed, which was just basically playing with every ones mind and give them false clues, Bob simply withdrew a large ballpoint pen from his pocket, and with gritting teeth hissed the words that would haunt every teenager until they died.
"Good bye bird boy."
And then he click the pen...
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...Wow...will lookie there...I wrote the next chapter...Hmmmm...
Well...summer, winter...same thing :3. Besides this chapter was really fun to write (which mostly likely means it sucks). I loved doing Bobs inner thoughts, mostly because I could just write a bunch of weird snuff that he might be thinking about.
Oh, and in the first chapter, the one where you kind of see him a little, he was just acting like a good boy for his boss.
Sorry if this sucks, but after finely being able to write this chapter all the way threw after 4 tries, I'm just gonna post it. (Its safe to say that I haven't reread this chapter, just incase I chicken.)
Reviews? ^^'