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Well, there was Alfred, but Bruce swore that his butler secretly enjoyed tormenting him and thus refused to do anything about the two boys.
“You got it?” Wally asked as soon as he slid to a stop in Dick’s room. Rob, without missing a beat, dropped the textbook he was using, reached under his bed, and pulled out what an unsuspecting bystander might believe to be part of an engine-but, really, it was so much more than that.
“Oh, I got it,” the fourteen-year-old replied, grinning back.
“Sweet!” Wally exclaimed. “Where are we gonna try it?”
Dick’s grin grew. In the back of his mind, Wally could almost hear the faintest tinges of a very creepy laugh.
One hour later, their work completed, the two of them emerged from the Batcave, laughing hysterically.
Luckily enough, Alfred was extremely perceptive and noticed them when they came out, knowing full well what they were up to. Unluckily enough, he felt it would be much more amusing not to warn Bruce about anything the boys may or may not have done to the Batmobile (by this point, he was just as curious as the two of them to see if they would really build themselves a time machine), and as such, simply saw Wally off with three dozen cookies of various flavors, and a myriad of other sweet treats.
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