Bored + Drabble
I'm spending the whole day waiting for tomorrow. Tomorrow is the plane that will take me home. Today, the dining hall is closed (I didn't know it would be) and I have no food because I have no cash. I have spare change which I shall use at a vending machine when the moment of desperation strikes.
In the meantime, I am bored! If you see this post today, please comment. Even if you have nothing constructive or happy or meaningful to say. I'm just. that. bored.
See? I even wrote a drabble, a bat-drabble no less!:
The Finest (Bat-clan)
It's a Bat-family camp-out. Tim's seen weirder things, but only because of Young Justice. Tim sighs as Dick rips open the candy bar packaging to get the smores started. Dick only gives him a weird look as he smushes the chocolate between the grahm cracker and giant marshmallow. Tim can only shake his head. Dick, for all his detective skills, didn't even notice the brand on the paper, much less the country of origin. Belgian chocolate.
It's just the three of them for now. They made a pact: a year off, together as a family. No capes. No distractions. No Alfred through which to cop out on actually speaking to each other. The trip is just them. This camp-out is just them. The jobs were distributed among them. Bruce's job was to get the chocolate. It seems only Tim has bothered to notice Bruce's choice. It isn't the healthy Bat-approved carob substitute that he must have been tempted to select. Rather, it is the finest of the genuine article. A desert befitting the family of Wayne. When the treats are finally ready to eat, Tim makes sure that Bruce can see his smile.
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In the meantime, I am bored! If you see this post today, please comment. Even if you have nothing constructive or happy or meaningful to say. I'm just. that. bored.
See? I even wrote a drabble, a bat-drabble no less!:
The Finest (Bat-clan)
It's a Bat-family camp-out. Tim's seen weirder things, but only because of Young Justice. Tim sighs as Dick rips open the candy bar packaging to get the smores started. Dick only gives him a weird look as he smushes the chocolate between the grahm cracker and giant marshmallow. Tim can only shake his head. Dick, for all his detective skills, didn't even notice the brand on the paper, much less the country of origin. Belgian chocolate.
It's just the three of them for now. They made a pact: a year off, together as a family. No capes. No distractions. No Alfred through which to cop out on actually speaking to each other. The trip is just them. This camp-out is just them. The jobs were distributed among them. Bruce's job was to get the chocolate. It seems only Tim has bothered to notice Bruce's choice. It isn't the healthy Bat-approved carob substitute that he must have been tempted to select. Rather, it is the finest of the genuine article. A desert befitting the family of Wayne. When the treats are finally ready to eat, Tim makes sure that Bruce can see his smile.
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