Batman fic.
I know, I'm horrible, but I couldn't help it. I was rumaging through the basement and found my old Nintendo system, and the fic wouldn't stop begging to be written since. PG/PG-13 ish. Maybe Dick/Tim pre-slash if you squint (but only because I'm sleepy and wanted to write more but didn't.)
In the darkness of early morning in Gotham city, civilians slept peacefully knowing they were safe under the protection of some of the world's best superheros. Criminals everywhere shuddered as the names "Batman", "Robin, and "nightwing" were muttered. Yes, Gotham city, despite it's high crime rates, was a safe places indeed with these noble heros on the lookout.
Meanwhile, in the Bat Cave...
"What are you two doing?" questioned Batman, watching his Robin, jump about on a gray pad. Nightwing was watching, and apparently hoping that young Timothy Drake would fail at his task, whatever that was, from the side lines. Dick waved him over.
"We found this old Nintendo system in the trash on our way back from patrol, and it works perfectly!"
"You're playing a video game?"
"It's called Eggsplode, it's - Yes!" he shouted suddenly, as the television screen flashed.
"Now wait a second, we still have to see the final scores!" said Tim, who was sweating by now, and sat down beside them both.
"You know I beat you, wait did we - tie?" he asked incredulously.
"Apparently so. We both got exactly 295,600 points."
"I still fail to see what you were trying to accomplish," stated Bruce.
"It's a game, and there are foxes that come and put bombs under the chickens. Then you have to make sure the chickens don't explode by stepping on the number on the pad that corresponds to the chicken, except you have to make sure you don't step on an egg, or you lose a life, and there's multiplayer mode, and you get points for rescuing chickens, and the person with the most points wins." Tim said this all in one breath, and his statements left Bruce wondering if his young sidekick had been gased during his rounds that night.
"It's less ridiculous then it sounds," Dick commented after a moment.
"I see, perhaps I shall try this eggsplode. You two can be on a team against me. I will let you go first."
Tim and Dick looked at each other with identical smirks.
"Okay, but we won't be going easy on you."
"Best of three then?" asked Bruce.
"You're on."
Four hours later...
"I can't believe he beat us both," stated Tim, leaning heavily against his teammate.
"I know! Bruce, you're older then both of us! How do you do it?" questioned Dick, leaning just as much against Tim, breath coming in gasps. Bruce looked like he had done no more then walk down a long flight of stairs. He polished his fingernails non-chalantly against his costume. Tim and Dick clung to each other as they tried (and failed) to make their way to the couch without collasping in an undignified manner out of sheer exhaustion.
"Well," he stated, "neither of you two are attached."
"What," gasped Tim, "does that have anything to do with it?"
To Tim and Dick's great surprise, Bruce winked at them.
"Sex increases stamina."
In the darkness of early morning in Gotham city, civilians slept peacefully knowing they were safe under the protection of some of the world's best superheros. Criminals everywhere shuddered as the names "Batman", "Robin, and "nightwing" were muttered. Yes, Gotham city, despite it's high crime rates, was a safe places indeed with these noble heros on the lookout.
Meanwhile, in the Bat Cave...
"What are you two doing?" questioned Batman, watching his Robin, jump about on a gray pad. Nightwing was watching, and apparently hoping that young Timothy Drake would fail at his task, whatever that was, from the side lines. Dick waved him over.
"We found this old Nintendo system in the trash on our way back from patrol, and it works perfectly!"
"You're playing a video game?"
"It's called Eggsplode, it's - Yes!" he shouted suddenly, as the television screen flashed.
"Now wait a second, we still have to see the final scores!" said Tim, who was sweating by now, and sat down beside them both.
"You know I beat you, wait did we - tie?" he asked incredulously.
"Apparently so. We both got exactly 295,600 points."
"I still fail to see what you were trying to accomplish," stated Bruce.
"It's a game, and there are foxes that come and put bombs under the chickens. Then you have to make sure the chickens don't explode by stepping on the number on the pad that corresponds to the chicken, except you have to make sure you don't step on an egg, or you lose a life, and there's multiplayer mode, and you get points for rescuing chickens, and the person with the most points wins." Tim said this all in one breath, and his statements left Bruce wondering if his young sidekick had been gased during his rounds that night.
"It's less ridiculous then it sounds," Dick commented after a moment.
"I see, perhaps I shall try this eggsplode. You two can be on a team against me. I will let you go first."
Tim and Dick looked at each other with identical smirks.
"Okay, but we won't be going easy on you."
"Best of three then?" asked Bruce.
"You're on."
Four hours later...
"I can't believe he beat us both," stated Tim, leaning heavily against his teammate.
"I know! Bruce, you're older then both of us! How do you do it?" questioned Dick, leaning just as much against Tim, breath coming in gasps. Bruce looked like he had done no more then walk down a long flight of stairs. He polished his fingernails non-chalantly against his costume. Tim and Dick clung to each other as they tried (and failed) to make their way to the couch without collasping in an undignified manner out of sheer exhaustion.
"Well," he stated, "neither of you two are attached."
"What," gasped Tim, "does that have anything to do with it?"
To Tim and Dick's great surprise, Bruce winked at them.
"Sex increases stamina."