As promised, here is part 2 of, well, whatever I called that story. My Batsibs Are Trying To Kill Me, I think. The ages and stuff from last chapter still apply, as well as my disclaimer that I own nothing.
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"And that's why I think they're trying to kill me," Dick finished. He was explaining his predicament to Wally and Roy, both of whom had stayed silent for the whole three-way phone call.
There was more silence as Dick waited for a reply. Then...
Wally and Roy burst into hysterical laughter. "You, you think that they're, ha, trying to kill you? Oh, this is funnier than when Roy told me someone liked him!"
Dick could feel Roy's glare through the phone.
"And you're allergic to seafood? We didn't even know!"
Dick rolled his eyes. "You guys are no use. Bye." He hung up and turned around...
Only to be met by his six crazy siblings.
"Gotcha, Dickie! There's no use running from us now~" Stephanie chirped.
"Perfect! You got the stuff?" Oh no! They were going to torture him with weapons!
"Yep! I've got The Kittenator." The Kittenator? What kind of weapon name was that?
But he didn't have time to think about that, as a giant laser beam-like thing was being pointed at him.
"Oh. My. Gosh!" Wally and Roy stood in the doorway. "You are trying to kill him!"
The six Bats gave each other bewildered looks. "Why in the world would we try to kill him?"
"Well, first, you tried to give me breakfast that I was allergic to, and then, you tried to distract me with a movie, and then, Damian smiled, and finally, you're POINTING A GIANT WEAPON AT ME!"
To the trio's surprise, the Bats burst into laughter. Tim calmed down enough to explain. "Well, first of all, we gave you seafood because in your confusion at why your sibs would poison you, you wouldn't notice the noises in the background of Damian and Stephanie fighting. We don't want your young ears to hear...certain words. Second, we got Steph to distract you with your favourite movie, so you wouldn't hear us bringing the Kittenator upstairs. Third, Damian smiled because he loves cats. And finally, the Kittenator isn't a giant weapon. It turns people into cats, silly. We wanted to test it on you. Well, actually, Selina did. She told us to send her a picture."
Nobody missed the devious smirk on Jason's face as he lunged at the Kittenator.
"YEAH!"
"OH NO YOU DON'T!"
One hour later...
Bruce walked into Dick's room casually. "Kids! Dinnertime-what in the world?!"
In Dick's room were three cats with ginger fur, one with golden fur, and five with black fur. One black cat with blue eyes was trying to maul a cat that looked just like him, but with a smaller build. The golden cat and the biggest black cat were trying to pull them away from each other. A slender black cat (probably of oriental origin) was licking her paw, ignoring the commotion. And two ginger cats sat in a group, conversing in hushed meows with something.
At a closer look, it was a black kitten with adorable blue eyes, who Bruce presumed was Dick. He was mewling cutely, and was observing a strange weapon-like thing. Another ginger cat suddenly jumped a metre into the air and landed on the weapon, and Bruce could have sworn he saw a flash of mischief in its eyes. It was then he recognized the cat as Jason, and he knew immediately what his second youngest was going to do. "Wait, Jason!"It was too late. The cat ignored him and placed a paw on the button.
There was a bright flash, and after a few confused moments, Bruce realized he could understand what the other cats were saying. He also realized that he was small (bigger than the other cats, but still smaller than usual) and furry.
"Way to go, Jason!" Dick mewed. "Now we'll have to wait for Alfred to turn us back!"
Jason smirked. "It's only gonna be about ten minutes till he finds us."
Tim hissed. "Bruce! The demon scratched me!" Damian just went on licking his wound.
Bruce sighed. This was going to be the longest ten minutes of his life.
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