[DC Comics] The Problem with Aliases
Title: The Problem with Aliases
Fandom: DC Comics [Young Justice OR Teen Titans - time period doesn't matter]
Relationship: Tim Drake + Bart Allen (platonic)
Summary: Bart never was that good at remembering Tim's aliases.
Disclaimer: None of this is mine! I did this mainly as a joke for a friend and it kind of turned into something more when I wasn't looking..
There was a reason "Bart Allen" and "recon missions" were never in the same sentence. A hyperactive speedster with a tendency to blab whatever he was feeling and the simple act of keeping things under wraps... just didn't go together. Therefore, no one quite understood why Tim actually caved in and allowed Bart to accompany him on a surveillance mission. As it was, "Alvin Draper" was supposed to take a baking class and investigate the head instructor, just in case he ended up being a supervillain in disguise.
At first, Tim thought he and Bart could blend in... at least, until the two boys walked though the door and found themselves surrounded entirely by middle-aged women (and even a few grandmothers). Mentally groaning, Tim jerked Bart by the back of his shirt collar before dragging him towards empty seats in the back of the classroom.
Bart winced, "Hey! Simon!"
It hadn't even been five minutes and Bart'd already given him the wrong alias. Tim groaned, trying to ignore the obvious slip, "Just sit down already."
Hopefully the teacher wouldn't be suspicious by now. Surely the guy had had other classes comprising solely of grandmothers, their best friends... and two high school students clearly aiming to impress their non-existent girlfriends in Canada. Really, Tim wasn't even doing a good job of convincing himself. Maybe they would've been more successful if they'd dressed up as elderly grandmothers too...
As the instructor resumed his post at the front of the room, the boys took their seats on the barstools---and strangely enough, Bart leaned forward to listen. Tim blinked, glancing over at Bart's suddenly still and perfect posture. He wasn't sure which was more impressive: their teacher's ridiculously flamboyant voice or Bart managing to sit still for more than ten minutes.
Ever-so-carefully, Tim leaned forward to tap Bart on the shoulder. "Hey."
Glancing back at his best friend, Bart pressed his lips and tried his hardest not to frown, "What? Theodoreeeee, he's getting to the best part! I've always wanted to ice lotus blossoms!"
Tim cringed. Not only had Bart slipped up once, but twice in the past half-hour alone? If the teacher wasn't suspicious by now, Tim wasn't sure when this... really flamboyant guy drowning his frosting entirely in pink food coloring would be. Starting to follow their teacher's instructions, Tim heaved a heavy sigh before gathering powdered sugar and butter and mixing them together in the provided metal bowl.
"My name's Alvin," He said slowly and clearly, making direct eye contact with his best friend. "Not Simon. Not Theodore. Alvin."
Without warning, Bart suddenly dumped the whole cup of milk into the bowl; some automatically splashed straight into Tim's face. Tim winced, carefully wiping the liquid off as he made faces at his best friend. "What was that for?"
Bart didn't respond for what felt like the longest time. Impatiently tapping his foot, Bart ignored Tim's confused looks before glancing down at their station and picking up a pink icing tube. He stood on his very tip-toes and carefully - and neatly! - dotted Tim's nose with almost half the tube.
"It's not my fault you share a name with a chipmunk! Grife! It's not even your real name!!"
The entire classroom was silent for what seemed like forever. Even their idiot of an instructor stopped his lecture to pause and listen. Tim pressed his lips together and carefully circled Bart before pushing his best friend back to their station and forcing him back into his seat. With perhaps what was the most nervous look Tim'd had in weeks, he nervously gestured for the instructor to continue. "He's okay," Tim squeaked. "Just hyper!"
The instructor tsked at Bart in a way that Tim couldn't quite describe nicely, but class resumed peacefully. One of the grandmothers even offered them help! Tim felt horrible about turning her down, but really. He wasn't here to learn how to ice lotus blossoms and monkey faces.
"Next time," Tim hissed as he ever-so-carefully piped a monkey face that looked a little too much like Bart, "I don't care if you want to learn how to bake a cake. You're staying home."
When Bart and Tim finally returned to headquarters that evening, no one dared to ask why their cupcakes resembled monkeys, Bart, and scrawls of "NEVER DOING THIS AGAIN." Like the other stories, they supposed this one? Really wasn't worth asking about.
Fandom: DC Comics [Young Justice OR Teen Titans - time period doesn't matter]
Relationship: Tim Drake + Bart Allen (platonic)
Summary: Bart never was that good at remembering Tim's aliases.
Disclaimer: None of this is mine! I did this mainly as a joke for a friend and it kind of turned into something more when I wasn't looking..
There was a reason "Bart Allen" and "recon missions" were never in the same sentence. A hyperactive speedster with a tendency to blab whatever he was feeling and the simple act of keeping things under wraps... just didn't go together. Therefore, no one quite understood why Tim actually caved in and allowed Bart to accompany him on a surveillance mission. As it was, "Alvin Draper" was supposed to take a baking class and investigate the head instructor, just in case he ended up being a supervillain in disguise.
At first, Tim thought he and Bart could blend in... at least, until the two boys walked though the door and found themselves surrounded entirely by middle-aged women (and even a few grandmothers). Mentally groaning, Tim jerked Bart by the back of his shirt collar before dragging him towards empty seats in the back of the classroom.
Bart winced, "Hey! Simon!"
It hadn't even been five minutes and Bart'd already given him the wrong alias. Tim groaned, trying to ignore the obvious slip, "Just sit down already."
Hopefully the teacher wouldn't be suspicious by now. Surely the guy had had other classes comprising solely of grandmothers, their best friends... and two high school students clearly aiming to impress their non-existent girlfriends in Canada. Really, Tim wasn't even doing a good job of convincing himself. Maybe they would've been more successful if they'd dressed up as elderly grandmothers too...
As the instructor resumed his post at the front of the room, the boys took their seats on the barstools---and strangely enough, Bart leaned forward to listen. Tim blinked, glancing over at Bart's suddenly still and perfect posture. He wasn't sure which was more impressive: their teacher's ridiculously flamboyant voice or Bart managing to sit still for more than ten minutes.
Ever-so-carefully, Tim leaned forward to tap Bart on the shoulder. "Hey."
Glancing back at his best friend, Bart pressed his lips and tried his hardest not to frown, "What? Theodoreeeee, he's getting to the best part! I've always wanted to ice lotus blossoms!"
Tim cringed. Not only had Bart slipped up once, but twice in the past half-hour alone? If the teacher wasn't suspicious by now, Tim wasn't sure when this... really flamboyant guy drowning his frosting entirely in pink food coloring would be. Starting to follow their teacher's instructions, Tim heaved a heavy sigh before gathering powdered sugar and butter and mixing them together in the provided metal bowl.
"My name's Alvin," He said slowly and clearly, making direct eye contact with his best friend. "Not Simon. Not Theodore. Alvin."
Without warning, Bart suddenly dumped the whole cup of milk into the bowl; some automatically splashed straight into Tim's face. Tim winced, carefully wiping the liquid off as he made faces at his best friend. "What was that for?"
Bart didn't respond for what felt like the longest time. Impatiently tapping his foot, Bart ignored Tim's confused looks before glancing down at their station and picking up a pink icing tube. He stood on his very tip-toes and carefully - and neatly! - dotted Tim's nose with almost half the tube.
"It's not my fault you share a name with a chipmunk! Grife! It's not even your real name!!"
The entire classroom was silent for what seemed like forever. Even their idiot of an instructor stopped his lecture to pause and listen. Tim pressed his lips together and carefully circled Bart before pushing his best friend back to their station and forcing him back into his seat. With perhaps what was the most nervous look Tim'd had in weeks, he nervously gestured for the instructor to continue. "He's okay," Tim squeaked. "Just hyper!"
The instructor tsked at Bart in a way that Tim couldn't quite describe nicely, but class resumed peacefully. One of the grandmothers even offered them help! Tim felt horrible about turning her down, but really. He wasn't here to learn how to ice lotus blossoms and monkey faces.
"Next time," Tim hissed as he ever-so-carefully piped a monkey face that looked a little too much like Bart, "I don't care if you want to learn how to bake a cake. You're staying home."
When Bart and Tim finally returned to headquarters that evening, no one dared to ask why their cupcakes resembled monkeys, Bart, and scrawls of "NEVER DOING THIS AGAIN." Like the other stories, they supposed this one? Really wasn't worth asking about.