I DO NOT OWN TEEN TITANS!
Chapter two OH YEAH!
When Dick finally came out of his deep sleep, he didn't come round slowly, or calmly like he would've liked.
He awoke to Tim yanking his nice fluffy pillow out from under his head, grabbing him by his plain red t-shirt, and throwing him onto the floor.
His nose took the most of the impact, as his head had lulled forward mid fall, and caused his nose to crash against the surface of the carpet. But he didn't attempt to attack Tim, or do anything to fight back really. He just lay there, like before in the Batcave, groaning in pain at his aching nose.
" Tim, what the hell?" He growled, pressing his palms against the soft pale yellow carpet and hoisting himself into a kneeling position. Tim bent down to him, grinning like an idiot, causing Dick's anger towards him to rise ever so slightly.
" Alfred told me to wake you up because its dinner time." He giggled, " I think you've slept long enough, to be honest, you lazy butt."
Dick glared extremely hard at his younger brother, causing Tim to flinch back automatically. His older brothers glare was not quite as horrible as their fathers was, but it was still pretty darn scary! Dick sighed, before checking the time on the grandfather clock.
" I've been asleep for a hour!" He pushed himself off the ground, brushing himself off.
" Hey, it's not my fault Alfred told me to wake you up!" Tim put his hands up in defense, standing.
" So Alfred told you to tackle me to the floor?!" He snarled in his face, baring his teeth much like a dog would when face with danger.
" Well, it was close enough..." Tim muttered, hanging his shoulders, and looking off to the side in boredom.
" I swear to god Tim, if it wasn't illegal, I would kill you." Dick sighed, " Let's go meet Alfred and Bruce then..."
As Tim raced out the room, Dick pondered on the dream he'd just experienced. It was of the team, hanging out on the beach in Jump. Beastboy and Cyborg were buiring a protesting Raven in sand, while himself and Star played in the water. They were having a blast, soaking in the suns rays and generally acting like the teenagers they were.
But then, suddenly, Starfire fell into the depths of the ocean, having tripped over while she was chasing Robin. He'd turned, waiting for her to resurface like she normally did. But she didn't. In a moment of blind panic, he reached out to try and find her beneath the water. For a agonizing few seconds, he found nothing. But suddenly, his hand hit her soft skin, and he hauled her up. But his hands weren't holding his Starfire.
They were holding her corpse.
In desperation he looked to the Titans, only to find them walking away in an angry stride. He started screaming at them, begging them to come back and reassure him that Star wasn't dead.
Then he was woken up.
Thank. God.
" Master Dick?" Alfred's head popped round the door frame, " Are you thinking of joining us for dinner?"
Despite how shaken up he was, Dick managed a small smile.
" Course Alf, I love your cooking. But if Bruce cooked, then no. If that's the case, I'm ordering take away."
He recalled when he was 9 years old, and Alfred had gone away on a much needed vacation. The two boys had insisted he go with someone, but Alfred told them he was trying to get away from company, and he would enjoy his vacation more alone. So it was just him and Bruce.
Alone.
" Hey Bruce?" Dick asked the older male, watching as he stirred a pot of beans in a large pan on the oven stove. He paused the action, and raised an eyebrow at his ward.
" Yes Dick?" He questioned, watching as Dick pointed fearfully to the other oven across the kitchen.
" I think the foods burnin'." That simply statement caused the Dark Knight to explode in a frenzy of panic. He launched over to the smoking over, opened the door, and carefully brought out the steak with he had been cooking Dick for his lunch, which was now up in flames.
When the fire had finally been extinguished, all that was left of the meat was a black, shriveled up block.
That went straight in the bin.
Then the beans died. When Bruce had finally cleaned up the mess from the steak, he went back to the beans, only to find they had turned black.
How can beans turn black?
Dick chuckled, still to this day not knowing how one could burn beans. In the end, they had ordered take away, which proved to be much nicer then what they were planning to eat.
Still, Alfred's cooking was better.
As they all gathered round the table with a plate of spaghetti and meatballs set in front of them, Dick felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. Pardoning himself from the conversation, he opened the text.
From : Barbra Gorden
Hey Dickie Bird, was hopin u wod com round 2 my house tomoz? Been missin u loads xxx
He replied -
To : Barbra Gorden
Tim's bday tomoz u can com round to tims party if u want then we can catch up? xxx
She agreed, and he put his phone away as Bruce's glare caught his eye. He was always taught not to use his phone while at the dinner table. But as he grew older, the teenage urges for a phone at all times became to much.
The duration of the four men eating was reasonably calm, Bruce and Tim mostly taking up the conversation with plans for tomorrow. When they'd all finished, Alfred began washing up while the other males retreated into the main room, and onto the sofa.
And then, a symbol illuminated in the night sky.
The Bat symbol.
I'm like Dick when it comes to my phone. I text EVERYWHERE! At the dinner table, in school, in Gym, even when I'm next to the person I'll be texting them 'boo' just cause I can :) Hope you enjoyed, and have a nice day!