Alright… let's see… I'm like a hawk 'cause I'm winging this (;
Disclaimer: Nope. SINGLE EVERY SINGLE DAY, DOING EVERY SINGLE WAY. MAKE THE SINGLE LADIES SAY, "OH BO!" AND IF I WERE GAY, THOUGH I SWEAR I'M STRAIGHT, I'D MAKE THE FELLOWS SAY, "OH BO!"
When they got into Megan's mind, Batman stiffened up in fear. It wasn't the pink oozy cave that he and his sidekick were trapped in that scared him though. It was the million of TV screens around them showing millions of his and Robin's memories. In most of them, they had their masks off. To his surprise, Robin didn't seem bothered at all. In fact, he was looking over the screens, grinning ear to ear at most of the memories. There wasn't a sad memory that Batman could see.
He saw Dick standing on his bed, singing into a hair brush to some rap song, trying to look cool and failing. He saw his ward on the Ferris wheel with someone, but the person was blurred out beside him; all that was visible was the fireworks and a pale hand holding Dick's on the bar that strapped them down. He saw the ebony eagerly watching the clock that was set to 6:55, his eyes darting from the clock's letters to the front door which opened seconds later, Bruce entering the house only to be tackled in an excited bear hug. He saw a huge tarantula on one and Dick screaming his guts out at it, scrambling away quickly.
All of the memories brought a ghost of a smile to the Dark Knight's lips. Then he remembered that Miss Martian could see them too and he freaked a little. It wasn't that he didn't trust her… well, actually, he didn't trust anyone on the team outside of his little Robin and the ebony's flash of a friend which had taken nearly month to develop the trust for. It's hard to trust a boy with that sly of a grin, but it was nearly identical to his boy's smirk, so he had no room to talk.
"The second we get our memories back, you need to forget them. Got it?" Batman growled to the alien.
The feminine ginger tensed, nodding vigorously, but she seemed unsure. Robin knew that she couldn't just forget what she was going to see so he knew he'd have to pick a strong but positive memory. He thought back on previous birthdays, holidays, friends, sleepovers and such, but happy memories that didn't make him look like a 'tard' as the kids at his school would say were hard to find.
"I-I… I could speed it up s-so Robin and I don't have time to realize what we're seeing?" Megan nervously offered, averting her eyes.
Batman glanced down at his amused sidekick. Part of him wanted his sidekick to see the memory, but he definitely didn't want some Martian knowing his secret.
"Speed it up," he agreed gruffly, his eyes waltzing along the TV screens.
He was surprised to see that almost all of them were Dick. He didn't recognize half of them either, but ¾ of them were at the Wayne Manor. The other ¼ were either involving the trapeze or the Graysons, but they were all fuzzy and brief, so he figured the sooner they got this done, the less that Miss Martian would see. Batman lightly nudged his sidekick, causing Robin to spin around and face his teammate.
"Let's get this done," Robin said eagerly.
Megan cautiously attempted to meet eyes with Batman, but one glance caused her heart to stop cold.
"I… I… w-whenever you're ready."
Robin smirked at her embarrassment. Some days, it was good to have an intimidating mentor. This was one of those days. Batman glanced down at his sidekick with the same luck. Robin didn't bat a pretty eyelash.
"Go ahead," Robin translated the glance, folding his arms over his chest.
Megan nodded shakily, her eyes glazing over white. Hands shot out, snapping their heads in place, and the memory started.
XxXxX
There were two adults. It was hard to see them, but it was obvious that they were parents to the little boy that dragged them down the sidewalk towards an older looking building. It was an old theatre of a sort, and some movie was playing. The letters were a blur though.
The little boy had tidy and well managed black hair that was very similar to Dick's own hairstyle. He wore a tuxedo, a cute little black tie tied sturdily around his neck. His tuxedo jacket was open, fluttering in the breeze that he created. His cufflinks were undone and his collar was uneven, but he didn't seem to care. A huge excited grin was spread over his lips.
The man was tall and sturdy. He wore a big tuxedo, but instead of a tie, he had a white scarf tucked around his neck and a fancy detective hat of a sort. He had a short black mustache and smile lines around his cheeks.
The woman had curly black hair that was hidden beneath her wide brimmed purple hat with the flowers that lined the center. She wore her pearls and similar styled earrings. Her dress was purple with a white collar of a sort that was wide and carefully even against her chest, seeing that it fell down to where the intersecting sections of the front of her dress met.
The boy was obviously in a hurry to get to the theatre, but the reason was unknown. Before they could enter the theatre though, some man leapt out at them. His face was a complete blur, just like the criminals on Cops. He pulled a gun on the family, yelling something. The woman let out a scream, hiding behind her husband. The little boy did the same, except he didn't scream. The husband made hand gestures as if he was trying to reason with the gunman which took serious balls of steel. The gunman didn't falter. He turned the gun, pushing it to the man's chest. The woman screamed again and the boy cried out in fear.
The man tried reasoning again. It apparently pissed the gunman off to a new level because he pulled the trigger. The man crumpled to the ground, obviously dead. The woman clapped her hands over her lips, tears flying to her eyes. The little boy screamed, tears already starting down his cheeks. The woman went to hug her husband's body desperately when the man turned to gun on her, shooting her dead in the chest. She started to scream, but it was cut from her lips as she was permanently silenced, falling onto her husband. Then the man turned to the boy. The boy started to sob and shriek, throwing his arms over his face and violently shaking in panic.
Instead of feeling the painful bullet tear through his body, he felt a gentle hand touch to his hair, tousling his hair, making it unkempt and messy. The almost affectionate touch only made the boy sob and scream harder. He threw his hands down and leapt at the man, but the big man wasn't intimidated. He just pushed the boy down. He seemed to hear something because he began to take off down the sidewalk in the opposite direction. The boy looked from his parents' corpses, frozen in horror, to their killer who was getting away. He looked as if he wanted to take the gun from the man's hands and shoot him down, but he couldn't. He was just a kid.
XxXxX
Before anyone could say anything, Batman glared at Megan with a look that would turn ice into some steroid version of Adamantium. The look caused Megan's lungs to stop working for what seemed like a lifetime. She took the hint and quickly switched to Robin, who luckily had picked out a memory that would work just fine.
I went with the Batman Begins past for Bruce. They all say he was shot, but one mentions a theatre shoot down and the other one is a back alley robbery with the soon to be Joker and I figured the theatre shoot down would be easiest. (: I never saw the episode, I couldn't find it on YouTube, but I read about it on yahoo answers or whatever. Sorry if this was a letdown. I know nothing of Mr. and Mrs. Wayne. I googled them and copied the appearances from the third picture I saw that was cartoonized. It was cute… I guess? Sorry for the people who wanted a kickass Batman memory…
-F.J.