Now, before we begin, I shall address the fact t'is is an entertainment tale, no copyright law infringement intended whatsoever. Every other law, may'aps.
Without further ado, my duckies, I shall read the opinion of the followers of t'is tale t'at should bare my name, and not of those defenseless, 'opeless wanton brats. T'ere is no justice in t'is vast, old world me live in, is t'ere? A wonderful feeling, I must say.
Anyhow, RoseVered said "I laughed even though in public". Bookwormbored said "I laughed too hard at one scene, I think it's refered to Abbott and Costello". Poppycock! You amuse yourselves too much with low American humor. You need to learn about British best, like Rowan Atkinson, Stephen Fry, and, of course, Monty Python. Why, I am sure we can squeeze a "Dead Robin Sketch" 'ere soon. Bookwormbored adds "Will nobody appear?" Why, my duckie, t'ere's five human characters with lines already. Far from nobody.
"No, I mean, will Nobody appear?"
It would not be an exciting tale with nobody on it, now would it?
"Why? Nobody's a good character."
I took offense. Enough with t'is nonsense, more praise from The Sorrowful Deity, and janahjean says "i definitely agree that it's cruel to stop ...right thereeee...and now im flying with a happy thought of wringing your neck" Now, old chap, be a sport, be a sport.
Now, should the lordlike Mad Mod, like himself, assume the port of Mars. And at his 'eels, leashed in like dogs, should heroes, old bills and brats lay defeated. Admit me chorus to t'is history; who, prologue-like, your humble patience pray gently to read, kindly to judge our tale.
Robin and Superboy tried to jump out of the way of Goliath's claws, without much success. The creature was too fast, and was beyond any control. Superboy jumped on the creature's back, just to be thrown away with ease.
"Halt, Goliath! Halt! Fight the hypnosis, hayseed, you are not Peter Pan, you are Superboy, Use your strength!" Shouted Robin, jumping in front of Goliath, trying to avoid being hold by his fast arms and claws.
Jon jumped again on Goliath's back, holding on for a little longer.
"Woooooa, boy, easy now, easy."
"Don't confuse him with this kind of command!"
"Then what do I say? Give me a hand here."
"Honestly, I am trying to avoid that." Damian almost couldn't finish the phrase, as Goliath grabbed him.
"Throat… soft spot. Hit him under his neck, hard!" the mind of Damian was fighting between following his martial training, and hiding his arms from the Demon Bat, his head getting closer and closer.
Holding on the rein, Superboy swinged and kicked Goliath without thinking about excess of force or no. Just a desperate kick to save both. The creature raised up on his hinder legs, emiting a roar of pain that dwarfed the clock for a few seconds, but without letting Damian go. Raising up that fast made him hit the room ceiling hard, easing the grip on the son of Batman, allowing him to escape. Jon landed next to him.
"Run, Robin!"
"I prefer 'let's strategically retreat'." The arm of Goliath, hitting the floor hard near them, made Robin change tone "The door, Superboy, quick!"
Wait, thought Robin. Door?
"It's worst, Mad Mod" complained White Rabbit, twisting the air filter given to her "I am seeing double. That's a piano and a rock at same time."
"I apologize, my fair lady, but t'at is a generic filter. Not custom made, some gas still reach your lungs. So" Mad Mod clicked a button on his cane "For the time being, let's have just the decadence Americana. In a matter of seconds it will dissipate, you will see everything, warts and all, and we will proceed."
Robin and Superboy looked around to find a regular room, as well his clothes changing back to normal.
"Should we check on Goliath?"
But Robin was already drawing his birdarangs, looking at the other side of the room.
"W'at we have 'ere? I recognize the garment, but not the lad inside it."
"There's a Robin factory somewhere, Mad Mod. They multiply like…" White Rabbit laughed "I will not finish, they are kids."
"Kid this" said Robin, throwing his weapons. White Rabbit dodged them, while Mad Mod generated a force field with his cane. Robin wasted no time and jumped on the villains.
"Ah, like the other, you seem to know your onions, my duckie."
White Rabbit put herself between Robin and Mad Mod.
"You would not hit a woman, would you?"
Robin kicked her in the stomach. The nature of her double body made her hardly aknowledge the hit.
"I have no problem with it" answered Damian
Jon finally got a sense of what was happening and raced to Mad Mod. Meanwhile, White Rabbit opened her corset.
"How about hitting a naked woman?"
"It's even softer" said Damian, with a grim.
"I hate to halt t'is argy-bargy" Mad Mod pressed a button on his cane "But we have things to do, dosh to steal, and, may'aps, duckies to kill. Ta-ta for now."
Robin tried to chase the duo, but was lost when the room became filled with playing cards.
He turned to Superboy, who's face was beet red.
"She… showed her…"
"Knock it out, big baby, it's just the human body and she's a villain. Focus in the mission and…" Robin's phrase was cut short and he began to laugh.
"What's so funny? If you were a normal person, you would also…"
"The giant cards, hayseed. What book do they remind you of?"
"… Alice?"
Robin got a small mirror from his belt, and made Jon look at himself
"Exactly."
Supeboy looked in horror as he was nor with a long blond wig and blue dress. In horror, he throwed the wig away.
"Al least, I am human, kitty."
"What do you…" Damian looked in the mirror and saw two purple ears on the top of his head, while his body developed colorful strips. And that's the last thing he saw, as his body started to fade away, leaving only…
"You know" mocked Jon "Somehow I doubt Lewis Carrol would put a frowning Cheshire Cat in the book." It was odd to see the angry-looking mouth floating in front of him.
"Fine. Let's stop making fun of each other and get those crooks."
Jon pointed back.
"Don't you want to check…"
"No, I don't want to see Goliath sitting on a mushroom, smoking or whatever. Let's move!"
"It's a bit hard to follow you now, you know?"
"Mission, you country Ru Paul Júnior. Mission!"
They raced again after the duo, getting through rooms Robin knew weren't on the original manor, one craziest than the last. After a while, Robin stopped Jon.
"This is not working. Listen to my plan."
Thanks for reading. Concludes next chapter.
