Where?
Fandom: Young Justice
Characters: Batman and Robin
Summary: 8-year Dick has a question...
Bruce knew this question would come one day. He just didn’t think it would come so soon.
“Bruce? Where do babies come from?”
Bruce stared down at his eight year old ward and began to sweat. There had to be a way to wiggle out of this one. Alfred was nowhere in sight to deflect the curious mind. “Um… well you see Dick,” Bruce began.
Dick’s blue eyes widen more. He clutched his bat plush tighter and stared up at his guardian. Bruce felt his will begin to crumble and he stomped down on the urge to flee. If he didn’t take care of this now, it would grow and dear god, Bruce did not want to give the birds and the bee speech when Dick was only eight.
“They come from eggs!” Bruce exclaimed. That was a good explanation right?
A look of horror appeared on Dick’s face. “We eat babies for breakfast?!” he said in alarm.
No, eggs were not a good explanation. “No, Dick, those aren’t babies.” Bruce of course left out the whole ‘they’re actually chicken babies’ part. “Babies come in bigger eggs.”
Dick blinked, panic leaving, as he accepted Bruce’s answer. “Where do the eggs come from?”
Bruce stalled. “Err, um.” Wasn’t there another story that Bruce could use? “Oh, from the stork! You see, the stork delivers the eggs to happy parents.”
“But where does the stork get the eggs?” Dick persistently asked.
This conversation was not going where Bruce wanted. Time for some drastic measures. “How about we go get some ice cream?” he deflected. “Then head to the park for some play time?”
Dick jumped in joy. “Alright!” Then he dashed off to his room to change. Once he was gone, Bruce wiped his forehead. At least for now that conversation had been averted.
“Wait, Bruce, you didn’t tell me where the stork gets the eggs?”
Bruce groaned. Oh no.
Characters: Batman and Robin
Summary: 8-year Dick has a question...
Bruce knew this question would come one day. He just didn’t think it would come so soon.
“Bruce? Where do babies come from?”
Bruce stared down at his eight year old ward and began to sweat. There had to be a way to wiggle out of this one. Alfred was nowhere in sight to deflect the curious mind. “Um… well you see Dick,” Bruce began.
Dick’s blue eyes widen more. He clutched his bat plush tighter and stared up at his guardian. Bruce felt his will begin to crumble and he stomped down on the urge to flee. If he didn’t take care of this now, it would grow and dear god, Bruce did not want to give the birds and the bee speech when Dick was only eight.
“They come from eggs!” Bruce exclaimed. That was a good explanation right?
A look of horror appeared on Dick’s face. “We eat babies for breakfast?!” he said in alarm.
No, eggs were not a good explanation. “No, Dick, those aren’t babies.” Bruce of course left out the whole ‘they’re actually chicken babies’ part. “Babies come in bigger eggs.”
Dick blinked, panic leaving, as he accepted Bruce’s answer. “Where do the eggs come from?”
Bruce stalled. “Err, um.” Wasn’t there another story that Bruce could use? “Oh, from the stork! You see, the stork delivers the eggs to happy parents.”
“But where does the stork get the eggs?” Dick persistently asked.
This conversation was not going where Bruce wanted. Time for some drastic measures. “How about we go get some ice cream?” he deflected. “Then head to the park for some play time?”
Dick jumped in joy. “Alright!” Then he dashed off to his room to change. Once he was gone, Bruce wiped his forehead. At least for now that conversation had been averted.
“Wait, Bruce, you didn’t tell me where the stork gets the eggs?”
Bruce groaned. Oh no.