AN: ... I'm so sorry guys. It's been a year since I've updated this. I could give a million reasons why but I'll save it and let you read.
PS a reviewer pointed out to me that my line breaks haven't been showing up in this story.. Sorry for that!
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"So he jammed his arm into the vending machine trying to get the Twinkie."
I laughed. "Why would someone even think that was a good idea."
"Who knows? Anyways, I turned and all I saw was this huge guy with his arm in the machine. He was a dick, everyone hated his guts, so of course I throughly enjoyed it. I laughed so hard and all he could do was watch like a deer caught in headlights. Then I snapped a picture and walked away."
"You left him there!"
"Oh hell yeah I did. They found him in the morning, pounding his head on the poor machine."
"You don't happen to have the picture still, do you?" I joked.
"Sure do! I'll show you sometime. When we're both out anyways." Roy grinned.
When we're both out.
I'm leaving in only a few hours. Roy was supposed to leave before me, but apparently something happened in therapy and his date got moved back a month or two.
"Sounds good."
"What are you going to do with your reinstated freedom?" The red head questioned.
"Probably go to McDonald's." I replied.
"You're such a fatass."
"Oh shut up, I bet it takes you five minutes to inhale a double Big Mac with supersized fries."
"I bet you'd take four."
"Maybe we'll just have to see." I challenged.
"You're on."
We sat in silence for a few seconds.
"What are you going to do without me here, Speedy?"
"First of all, I told you not to call me Speedy."
"That's not happening."
"I didn't move that fast with Jade!" The red head glared.
"Face it. You got with that girl so fast you deserve a nickname."
"Well why does it have to be Speedy. I sound like a grade-A faggot."
"Maybe I like calling you faggotish names."
"And secondly, you won't be able to survive without ME."
"I've survived a whole 17 years without you."
"And look where that got you."
Hmm.. Good point.
"Touché."
We sat in silence again.
"Well Roy-boy..."
"Seriously. You really suck at the nicknaming thing."
"Shut up... I'll see you around."
"Oh yes, you will." Roy grinned.
"I mean it."
"So do I." He winked and pulled me into a (manly) hug.
"And you better get your shit together fast, Speedy."
He rolled his eyes at me.
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The door opened.
FINALLY.
"Jay!"
Oh. It's the Dick. (Grayson.)
"Hey."
"Are you excited or what?" Dick grinned ruffling my hair.
"Yeah yeah, let's get outta here."
"Alright, stay traught. I already got all your release papers taken care of, Bruce and Timmy are waiting for us outside, and here's some clothes." He said handing me a pair of jeans, a red t-shirt and my leather jacket (oh hell yes).
I eagerly took the clothes wanting to get out of the ugly orange jail clothing.
Dick sat down on the bed.
"What are you doing?" I glared.
"Sitting."
"Well don't! Get out, I have to change."
He smiled. "Oh come on! Seriously? Do you remember that one time we went camping and you decided it would be a good idea to pee in the bushes and you got that huge rash on your-"
"Shush!" I blushed cutting him off.
"Well I'm just saying I was the one who-"
"Dick!"
He laughed.
"Just saying. And that wasn't the only time I-"
"Okay okay! Shut up already. At least turn around then, asshole."
The man raised his hands up in surrender and turned around.
I quickly changed into my familiar clothing, throwing my old clothes on the bed beside Dick.
"Well, I guess that means we're good to go now." He cheered.
I started walking towards the door, picking up the bouncy ball (my only entertainment in the cell).
"Ladies first." I said to Dick opening the door and holding it for him.
He batted his eyelashes at me and walked out.
As soon as I walked out, my eye darted around the halls looking for non-other than Carl, the friendly detention centre guard.
I spotted him down one of the hallways and aimed the ball at his head.
Quickly, (so no one would see) I chucked it full force at the man.
"WHAT THE-"
He turned towards me. I winked at him, grabbed Dick's shirt and ran.
"Why are we running?" Dick asked (who was getting dragged along by me).
"YOU LITTLE FUCK!" Was heard from behind us.
Dick smiled at me. "Oh Jay... What did you do this time?"
He ran up beside me and we went through the halls maneuvering towards the exit.
I beamed.
We whizzed past people's surprised faces, almost near the exit.
"Peace out mothafuckers!" I shouted laughing the whole way out.
We were panting when we got outside.
"Was that really necessary?" Dick questioned.
"I like to think so."
"Was what really necessary?" A deep voice said from behind us.
We both jumped and turned around to see Bruce holding Tim in his arms glaring at us.
Dick smiled nervously.
"Heh heh, nothing."
"You've been together for five minutes and you've already started causing trouble, haven't you?"
I smiled sheepishly at him.
The man sighed.
"Just get in the car."
I took one of the seats in the back, Bruce buckled Tim in beside me and got in the drivers seat. Dick jumped in the passenger side.
Tim stared up at me from where he was sitting.
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"What do you want kid?"
He blinked at me.
"Bruce, he's staring it me."
"Deal with it, Jason." Bruce replied starting to drive.
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"Bruuuuuce, it's creepy..."
He sighed. "Jason. Please."
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"Bruce."
"Oh for god's sake, Jason... I missed you." The man smiled.
I blinked and grinned.
"Now let me drive. Alfred's waiting to see you."
ALFIE!
"Hit the gas!"
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AN: there it is. That's it :) I'm not really happy with everything in this story. I messed up on a few things but my writing has improved and I've started understanding the characters more so maybe I'll write something better soon..
Thanks to everyone who followed, favourited, reviewed, and read this story3