AN: Thank you for your encouragement. This little scene came to mind, so enjoy the sequel snippet to 'His babysitter, devilishly stylish': Talking Birds.
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Talking Birds
Patrol time
It was a relatively quiet night in Gotham City. On and between the rooftops of the gritty buildings, a swift shadow was moving through the darker parts of the city. The urban myth, known as Nightwing, landed with a barrel roll next to a giant flickering neon sign before picking up his prowl in an even higher pace. Suddenly his earpiece beeped, signaling an incoming feed. He tapped it. "Sup."
"I still can't believe you hired some stranger…" Uttered Tim trough the comm.-link. He decided to monitor the Bat-computer this evening. Still not being a hundred percent didn't mean he couldn't assist Dick in his Nightwing persona on patrol. Or nag him for that matter.
"Err, he was very persuasive?" Dick offered weakly, using his 'pretty-please –with-sugar-on-top' voice. He shot off a line, and relocated on a higher outlook spot next to a Gotham City gargoyle.
"Har har, you wuss," Tim retorted, "aren't you the one with the saying '-being chatty is part of my charm-' ?"
Dick could sense Tim's use of finger quotation there, even trough the comm.-link.
"Well," Dick protested, "me being chatty IS part of my charm, but,"
"Uh huh, that and being a showoff." Tim quipped.
"Hey, I resent that."
"You, mister," Tim continued, "hired a half-human half-something else to babysit the cranky SON of THE Batman. The grandson of 'The Demon's Head,' leader to the League of Assassins. Poor soul probably doesn't know what will hit him, sitting the little demon. Second to that, we know absolutely zilch about the guy. Surely, this plan cannot fail."
Dick rolled his eyes. Yup. Sarcasm came rolling trough the comm.-link loud and clear.
"The guy was not to be deterred. Besides, you are actually at home. You can keep a watch on the both of them. A tryout if you will. And if either of them tries something funny, you have my permission to whack them."
"Oh wonderful, an extension of MY job description then. You better give me a big raise…Oh wait, that's right. I don't get paid." Tim ranted. "Why am I doing this again?"
"And who knows, maybe little D will still scare of Big D in the end." Dick cheerily interjected.
Tim snorted. "Pff yeah, close to kill him more like it, the little snot… Honestly, mister positive slash the cup's half full, this is just asking for disaster."
"Hmn, maybe. But think of the possibilities when this babysit stuff actually DOES work out." Dick concluded.
"Oh yeah right. Something tells me that keeping those two unscratched until break time, equals me with a major migraine."
Dick smiled. "Just be sure to use the right painkillers this time then."
Tim groaned. He was so dead.
FIN