A/N: So I got bored and started thinking. It's a horrible combination really.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except for this marble that kind of looks like a cheese ball and this Yankies cap.

Ellie couldn't stand being cooped up inside. There were no clickers to annoy, no pieces of the past to bug Joel about, and no hunters to mess with. In short, it was boring. She was an adventurous fourteen year old! What the hell was she suppose to do inside, count floor tiles?

Joel marched in their little house just outside of Jackson. He was in an ill mood, as always, and collapsed on the couch.

"Joooeel, I'm bored," Ellie groaned from her upside-down perch on the rafters. Joel jumped and looked up.

"What the- How in the hell did you get up there?" He demanded.

"Doesn't matter. I'm bored so entertain me."

"And if I say no?" He snapped.

"That's my line. You know, from the scene where I run away? Geez, Joel, get more original."

"I'm a forty year old man in a zombie apocalypse, trying to protect a little girl that he is accidentally getting emotionally attached to. How is that not original?"
"Joel, please. The Walking Dead has the same fucking plot. Hell, even I'm a "rip off" of that Beyond chick."

"You two look nothing alike!"

"I know! Fucking retards."

There was a long silence. Ellie jumped down from the rafters and landed neatly on the couch next to Joel.

"Hey."

"What?" Joel asked, closing his eyes.

"What if I told you…I'm Batman."

Joel opened one eye to see Ellie striking a dramatic pose in a cape and hood.

"Where did you even get that?"

"Doesn't matter. I am Batman! Fear me!"

"Take that shit off."
"Hey, don't be jealous. You can be Robin."

The old man frowned at his sudden costume change.

"Ha. Ha. Change me back, asshole," He barked. Happy to be in his regular clothes, he sunk into the plush couch.

"Joel. Joel. Joel. Joel. Joel. Joel. JOEL!"

"What?!" He yelled. Ellie handed him a box. "Do I even wanna know?"

"It's happy pills," Ellie said. Joel stared blankly.

"You know, cause you're grumpy. Personally, I think it's from lack of a good fuck, but there isn't a pill for that."

"I am not grumpy!" Joel shouted. Ellie rolled her eyes.

"Sure, you're a fucking ray of sunshine. In fact, I'll call you Sunny from now on."

Sunny scowled. "Smartass. And don't you dare call me Sunny."

Ellie ignored him. She was way to busy fiddling with a new device she'd found.

"I'm not asking," Joel said, and started to get up. Ellie jerked him back into his seat.

"It's a sonic screwdriver."

"That's not a thing."

"Obviously you've never met the Doctor."

"Doctor who?"

"The Doctor. He has a blue phone box that's actually a time machine. It's bigger on the inside."

"Have you been on drugs again?" Joel questioned warily. She froze.

"Nooo…"

"Hand them over," he sighed. Pouting, Ellie snatched the bag from her pocket and threw it at him. He caught it easily.

"I'm going to have to shot that drug dealers arm off…"