Well, helllooooo! Been a while, right? WHAT!? It wasn't that long... Right? Anyway, for this chappy, there are some parts that seem irrelevant, but may become EXTREMELY important later.
Disclaimer sh*t: Does it look like I own Young Justice? Does it? DOES IT!?
"Yes... Thanks, Jim." Mr. Cliffe left it at that. He put the phone into his blazer pocket.
The call had taken a total of exactly five minutes thirty-two seconds. But hey, who was couting? The answer to that is Dick.
Yep, Dick had counted the time exactly. He couldn't do anything else, he couldn't object now. He couldn't do anything. `I can't do anything right! Why did Bruce even take me in?` Dick sobs to himself, having a battle with his subconscious.
"Dick? You okay?" The redheaded female asked, looking over to the younger teen. Dick looked up. His eyes filled with anger and sadness all in one.
"Yeah, course I am! My parents died and now you and your stupid dad are trying to take my second father away from me!?" Dick screamed, his voice cracking at the end. Babs couldn't tell whether it was puberty, or he was about to cry.
Dick wiped one eye and then the dam broke. He placed his head in his hands, his tears escaping through the tiny gaps. `Yep... So not puberty...` The ginger thought, trying to bring her eyes away from her crying friend.
"Mr. Grayson, I know that you are sad about this, but it's for the best." The man tried to comfort the boy, having two sons and a daughter really helped in these situations.
"PENTRU CEL MAI BUN!? Nu, nu este! Vrei doar să ia familia mea departe de mine ... Din nou ..." Dick shouted, not bothering to translate his words.
Babs looked at him in shock. He only spoke in Romani when he was either pissing off a teacher, angry, or upset. But she guessed it was not pissing off Mr. Cliffe, but she couldn't decide whether he was angry, upset or both.
He was now literally bawling his eyes out. His once beautiful, ocean blue eyes were grey with depression and anger. His teeth we clenched, yet still slightly shaking from the shock of all of this.
`RING RING RING`
Barbara looked up at the massive bell in the principal's office, it's red metal slightly rusted. She had flinched at the sound, yet Dick had just kept rocking back and forth in the chair, not taking the large ringing to mind.
`The day I don't flinch from that bell, I'm checking outside for flying pigs.` She thought, admiring the younger boy from not regarding the ear-splitting sound.
"You may go, Miss Gordon." Mr. Cliffe said, putting his hand on the speaker of the phone, turning towards the redhead with sorrow in his deep, green eyes.
Barbara nodded, picking up her black and yellow bag, with the Batlogo made out of a swarm of bats. Yeah... She was quite a batnerd, little did she know, that her love of the Batfamily would save Richard's life one day, whether he was Richard at the time or not.
Dick looked up at the girl half-heartedly, not missing the Batman merchandise swung over her shoulder.
"Stay traught, okay?" Barbara asked, smiling at the younger boy.
"Fine... But I am SO not feeling the aster..." The younger student replied, smiling sadly, wiping fresh tears from his eyes.
Walking out of the door without the usual spring in her step, she turned before closing the door, saying words that could bring comfort to no one but the young acrobat,
"Just try to stay whelmed."
IT'S SHORT, I KNOW! But I needed to update it! And yes, the Romani IS Romanian, because I could not find a Romani translater ANYWHERE!
And yes, I HAD to include "Aster, traught and whelmed" 'cause I couldn't think of a better ending to this chappy.
Dick's words translations:
"PENTRU CEL MAI BUN!? Nu, nu este! Vrei doar să ia familia mea departe de mine ... Din nou ..."
Translation:
"BEST!? No it is not! You just want to take my family away from me ... Again ..."