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Pairing: Scott/Stiles - friendship. Pack pops up to say hi as well.

About: Scott and Stiles and how they are Batman and Robin when the pack fight.

13. BATMAN AND ROBIN.

It was obvious; Stiles was the Robin to Scott's Batman. You could tell when you saw them. Sometimes it was the other way around, when Stiles becomes the life saver he is inside - or when there was wolfsbane in a warehouse they needed to go in to and they'd send the humans in. But, on recent missions to keep the whole of Beacon Hills sane, it was Stiles playing Robin, and Scott being Batman.

Derek had them all in a circle outside the visiting pack's warehouse. If he was ever to be in the army, he'd be a very good commander, Stiles thought as Derek clutched his hand slightly, his other hand occupied with a gun filled with wolfsbane bullets.

"Right, I want Erica, Isaac, Boyd and Allison with me. We'll be going inside the building, taking out as many as we can," Derek ordered. The werewolves and human nodded; Allison drawing her bow and arrow out, Erica, Isaac and Boyd bracing themselves to turn.

Derek turned to Jackson and Lydia. "I want you two situated at the back; any decide to escape that way, you wipe out, got that?"

Lydia cocked her gun, and Jackson's eyes flashed that vivid blue. Stiles looked over to Scott; it was one of their batman and robin moments.

"Scott? Stiles?I want you two out here in case any manage to get past us," Derek said, squeezing Stiles' hand.

Stiles nodded, as did Scott.

"All right," Derek said, sighing. He kissed Stiles' forehead. "Love you."

"Love you," Stiles said, kissing his cheek. "I'll be fine. Stop worrying."

Derek frowned, but kissed him. Then he turned to the rest, using his head to indicate they had to go where they needed to go. Everyone had gone, leaving the two best friends alone. For a second, Scott just stood there, watching them go, before standing back to back with Stiles.

He looked over his shoulder. "Ready?"

Stiles cocked his gun, a grin on his face. "Always."

A gunshot was heard far away, and Scott started to turn, ready for a fight.

"Right," Stiles said. "I'll aim for their legs, take them down while you take out their throats."

"On it!" Scott snapped back, his voice growly and a few octaves lower.

The door swung open, showing two men much bigger then either of the seventeen year olds. They got clser to them. Stiles nodded to Scott, and the werewolf clicked his tongue. Suddenly, Stiles shot them both in the legs, the wolfsbane taking effect on the two werewolves immediately Scott swooped down after a few moments and tore out their throats. It wasn't pretty for two seventeen year olds to see, but it had to be done.

"High five!" Stiles said, holding his hand up. Scott slapped his hand to Stiles'.

The moment was gone when an arrow whizzed through the air, and into Scott's shoulder, taking the werewolf down.

Stiles held up his gun.

"Ah, what do we have here? A human?" The man taunted. "A worthless piece of trash?"

"No, buddy, I think that's you," Stiles bit back. "You just shot my best friend. You're not gonna know what hit you. Oh, wait - my bullet."

The man chuckled. "Boy, I'm forty five and have been a werewolf since I was fourteen. You think you're going to win against me?"

"What have I got to lose, old man?" Stiles said, taunting an eyebrow.

Scott, still trying to rise with the arrow in his shoulder, looked up at his best friend with wide eyes, as if silently asking him to shut his trap for at least two minutes, so he wouldn't get hurt. The wolf man rushed over, claws at the ready, and slashed Stiles across the face, leaving four claw cuts on his cheek. Stiles cried out, hand flying up to cover the bleeding cut as the wolf man started in for more. More blood. More cracking. More death. Stiles looked towards his buddy who was still on the floor, shell shocked as the wolf man drew in to punch Stiles in the ribs. Stiles fell to the floor, feeling the impact, and hearing the crack of his rib as he tried to catch his breath.

When he didn't recieve another blow, he looked up. Towering over him was Scott, out of breath and pale from the arrow. The wolf man was lying on the floor, his glassy, blank eyes staring up at the black midnight sky.

Scott helped Stiles up. "You okay, buddy?"

Stiles nodded, wincing as he got up. "I'm fine. Just got a cut and maybe some cracked ribs."

"Can you pull out the arrow?"

Stiles shook his head. "I don't think I can raise my arms, Scott. I'm sorry."

"Don't worry about it. That was one hell of a punch you took."

"I know. I think my ribs know that too."

Scott laughed.

The jokey mood was over when they heard a growl. They both turned, noticing a woman there, her amber eyes wide looking over the three dead men.

"You're going to regret doing that," She said.

Scott laughed. Stiles loaded up his gun, aiming and shooting her through the shoulder, the impact distracting enough for Scott to rip her throat out.

"We make a pretty good team," Stiles said, groaning when the smile he sent Scott's way made his face hurt. "I mean, you are batman and I'm Robin! We just need the suits!"

"Order them soon because Derek is going to kill me for letting you get hurt," Scott panicked.

"Don't worry about it," Stiles said, patting his friend's good shoulder, wincing slightly. "You saved me in the end."

Scott smiled. "Bros?"

"Bros, Batman."

"Robin."

When the pack regrouped to look at injuries, Derek, as predicted, did go bat shit crazy at Scott.

"Derek, I swear, I'm fine!" Stiles winced at the ache in his ribs. "Just a punch and claw mark. Scott took an arrow to the shoulder!"

Derek nodded, calming down, but still glaring and frowning. He huddled Stiles into his arms, cradling to his chest. "Let's get you checked out by Deaton and let's call your dad."

"Bye, Batman," Stiles said, calling over Derek's shoulder.

"Bye, Robin." Scott's voice was a little strained; Allison was pulling out his arrow.

Another rule was added; whenever Scott and Stiles are Batman and Robin? Don't interrupt or they will kill you.

Scott added that last bit for a laugh.

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