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Okay, now I'm finsihed with that ... I'm back! I know I put this fic as completed, but due to poular demand, I shall continue it. I was going to skip to the end of the game and explore some more of Batman's relatioinship with his little Baby Bird. However, how could I ignore such a potential oppurtunity of team bonding! I mean ... even Batman agrees :O
Therefore, (drum roll please) ... on with the game!
Robin, whom was still huddled up in varioius blankets, struggled to get his arms free. Even between a few walls, Robin felt Batman's glare as if he were only a step away from him. 'Sheesh,' he thought, 'it's just a cold.' He sniffled quietly to himself and looked around the circle, carefully assessing each one of them. He wouldn't want anyone extremely embarrassed but after that episode with Daddy Bats, he was out for revenge.
"Dude, hurry up! We'll be old men (ouch, alright Artemis ... and women) by the time you've started!" Wally complained, fidgeting in his seat. As an after thought, he added, "Flash is already an old man so if you don't hurry up, he'll die of old age." Flash bristled at the insult as his nephew smiled cheekily at him. His frown then turned into a smirk and Wally paled dramaticlly. He tried to jump out of his chair quickly and run from the incoming threat. Unfortunately, he wasn't fast enough.
"Urgh! Let me go you old man!" Wally struggled in his captors grip, his head locked between the crook of Flash's elbow. Wally continued to stuggle as Flash gave him a noogie he'd never forget. Robin cleared his throat, eager to continue the game, no matter how much he was enjoying Wally's torment. When noone paid him any attention, to busy placing bets and laughing at the young speedsters misfotune, Bat Hound barked three, very loud, barks. Everyone turned, their bodies naturally tensed and ready to fight. Noticing Robin, his masked eyes narrowed and his arms crossed in impatience, they began to settle down and recreate the circle.
"If I may continue," He asked softly, his voice quiet but laced with dangerous undertones. The young crime fighters shivered slightly at the voice and the superheroes were once again reminded of Batman in this small and incredibly cute boy. He grinned slightly, making him seem less threatening.
"Okay, so now I choose." He trailed of, observing everyone in the room. The aniticipation was building and Robin wanted to make them sweat a little longer. He smirked and looked straight at Red Tornado. Even though he was a robot, this machine knew it was wise to fear this bird.
"Truth or Dare?"
"I shall pick Dare, as opposed to your previous truth." Red Tornado spoke, his monotone giving an air of indifference. Inside, his artificial intelligence was shaking and panicking over the consequences of his actions. The rest of the players watched Robin with baited breath, their eyes wide. Even Batman, who had been fiddling around with the generator, and had only come in to check on his little bird, eyed the situation critically. Even in illness, Robin made him proud. Inspiring unease and creating a tense atmosphere allowed a greater advantage of succeeding in capturing Gotham villians. His little bird was growing into a fine Bat.
"Red Tornado, I dare you to ..."
Okay, okay ... I didn't purposly leave it as a cliffie. The reason I had to do so was that I don't know what to dare him. It has to be something funny and also, revenge worthy. So, really, I don't want it to effect Red T too much but an unwilling accomplice in the dare. Does that make any sense?
Anyone, my lovely readers, give me some dares! Even truth's for later chapters will be appriciated :) I plan on having Roy come in soon and possibly Superman. Sorry for the really short chappie :( I promise I'll make the next one longer with lots of Daddy Bats :)
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Thanks for reading ...
Vickie1996 xxx