Dick was sitting in the back of his history class in the middle of texting Wally when he received another text. A text from Bruce no less.
Ты would think that having Бэтмен as a guardian would offer some pretty interesting texts.
Ты would be wrong.
They never exchanged texts that might reveal their hero identities. That of course did not stop Dick from imagining what those texts would look like:
OMG scarecrow brok out
BC pnched GA. . . . LMFAO
WTF Supes fails agn
Caught Jkr W00t!
Of course Dick knew that if Бэтмен did text, he would never text like that, but he could dream couldn't he?
As for the texts Bruce did send—since he was always out and about either caught up doing Wayne Enterprises или League stuff and was not always necessarily there—let's just say it took helicopter parenting to a new level.
His texts looked something like this:
Homework done?
Home yet? Which was Bruce's short subtle way of saying you-should-have-been-home-five- minutes-ago-and-just-because-I'm-not-there-does-not-mean-I-do-not-know-you-are-out-passed-curfew. It was unfair really. Robin was allowed to go trapeezing off rooftops in the dead of the night, getting shot at no less, and yet Dick had to be in by 9 pm. Ridiculous. Although to be fair, Gotham did have a 9 pm curfew for unaccompanied teens that were not going to или from a school related event или work.
Then there was the most common text he got from Bruce:
No
And Dick's least favorite:
I know what Ты are doing.
Ominous.
Very ominous.
Dick would not deny that he did have a tendency to get into mischief. He could not help it; he was a live in the moment type of guy. He also had a huge helping of humor that people just seemed not to appreciate fully.
The first time Dick had received that ominous text had been years назад shortly after he had finally adjusted to living at the Manor. There was a function and he had been about to pour a powder that he had bought from a joke-shop into a gargantuan crystal перфоратор, удар, пунш bowl. It would have turned the teeth green of anyone who drank from it. It was the perfect prank, because there was an час delay from the moment the person drank to the point when their teeth turned green—by then everyone would have had a drink.
But Dick had received that text.
Prank terminated.
The секунда time Dick received that text, Bruce was not anywhere near Dick. In fact, he was on a completely different continent. Dick had climbed a tree, the ridiculously tall дерево in Barbara's backyard, and was doing tricks on its branches much to the delight of Barbara. Barbara's aunts however, were not so delighted. They were completely exlighted and totally freaking out which was also much to the delight of Barbara.
And then Dick had received that text.
Monkeying around . . . successfully terminated.
And so it went over the years with Dick receiving that text at just the right moment.
Dick knew that Bruce officially had no superpowers, but he was not really sure if that was true. He swore that man had to be psychic. He just had to be. There was no other reason as to why the man could possible know that he was up to something.
So Dick had checked. He probably had spent at least a total of a couple weeks over the last four years trying to figure out how Bruce always seemed to know when he was up to something. Dick did not have a tracker on him and there were no hidden cameras following him around. After the Watch Tower had been built, he had suspected maybe Bruce was using the Tower to spy on him. Martian Man Hunter swore he knew nothing of the sort. Dick still suspected though. Even now, he would occasionally glance suspiciously up at the sky.
The truth was far simpler than what Dick imagination had created. Bruce had no idea of truly knowing when Dick was up to something, he simply understood how Dick's mind worked. The boy was incredibly intelligent, a little bit too curious and way too much of a thrill seeker to not be either doing something или at least thinking about doing something he probably should not be doing. Bruce figured if he randomly sent out that text there was a 97% chance of it being timely appropriate.
He did not send that text out often, just enough to get Dick thinking about his actions. Even though he never asked Dick if he actually had been up to something at the time, Bruce knew it worked.
Super Nanny had nothing on him.
AND it was just fun to do. The looks Dick gave later on at Главная were priceless.
Dick finished his message to Wally and pressed send. Then he looked at the text Bruce sent him. It read:
Dinner at Azzari's.
Azzari's had the best пицца in Gotham. Dick was so excited that he did not even think before replying.
Sweet!
Less than 30 секунды later he received another text from Bruce.
Why are Ты texting in class?
Dick's eyebrows knitted together in confusion. He re-read the text. Leave it up to Bruce to text him and not want a response. And the man had text-ed him while he was in class no less. He had to know he was in class, had to.
How was he supposed to respond to that?
If he responded, he would be texting in class. But Dick really wanted to explain that he had not meant to text in class and that he was only replying as a curtsey. After all, Bruce could not possibly have known that he had also been texting Wally. Right?
Dick looked out the classroom's big windows, his eyes narrowing at the cloudless blue sky. He swore he could see the Watch Tower. He looked back at his phone and then back out the window. He frowned slightly, ignoring the text Wally just sent him, and slipped the phone back into his book bag. He looked out the window again suspiciously and scooted his стол письменный, стол away from the window. He ignored the curious stares of his classmates.
.
.
.
15 blocks from Gotham Academy, high up on the вверх floor of Wayne Towers, Lucius лиса, фокс stopped paying attention to the boardroom meeting and looked at the man beside him. Bruce Wayne had that sly grin on his face, that I'm-messing-with-Richard look Lucius had come to know.
The man shook his head. "You leave that poor boy alone."
Bruce chuckled and put the phone back into his suit pocket.
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Ты would think that having Бэтмен as a guardian would offer some pretty interesting texts.
Ты would be wrong.
They never exchanged texts that might reveal their hero identities. That of course did not stop Dick from imagining what those texts would look like:
OMG scarecrow brok out
BC pnched GA. . . . LMFAO
WTF Supes fails agn
Caught Jkr W00t!
Of course Dick knew that if Бэтмен did text, he would never text like that, but he could dream couldn't he?
As for the texts Bruce did send—since he was always out and about either caught up doing Wayne Enterprises или League stuff and was not always necessarily there—let's just say it took helicopter parenting to a new level.
His texts looked something like this:
Homework done?
Home yet? Which was Bruce's short subtle way of saying you-should-have-been-home-five- minutes-ago-and-just-because-I'm-not-there-does-not-mean-I-do-not-know-you-are-out-passed-curfew. It was unfair really. Robin was allowed to go trapeezing off rooftops in the dead of the night, getting shot at no less, and yet Dick had to be in by 9 pm. Ridiculous. Although to be fair, Gotham did have a 9 pm curfew for unaccompanied teens that were not going to или from a school related event или work.
Then there was the most common text he got from Bruce:
No
And Dick's least favorite:
I know what Ты are doing.
Ominous.
Very ominous.
Dick would not deny that he did have a tendency to get into mischief. He could not help it; he was a live in the moment type of guy. He also had a huge helping of humor that people just seemed not to appreciate fully.
The first time Dick had received that ominous text had been years назад shortly after he had finally adjusted to living at the Manor. There was a function and he had been about to pour a powder that he had bought from a joke-shop into a gargantuan crystal перфоратор, удар, пунш bowl. It would have turned the teeth green of anyone who drank from it. It was the perfect prank, because there was an час delay from the moment the person drank to the point when their teeth turned green—by then everyone would have had a drink.
But Dick had received that text.
Prank terminated.
The секунда time Dick received that text, Bruce was not anywhere near Dick. In fact, he was on a completely different continent. Dick had climbed a tree, the ridiculously tall дерево in Barbara's backyard, and was doing tricks on its branches much to the delight of Barbara. Barbara's aunts however, were not so delighted. They were completely exlighted and totally freaking out which was also much to the delight of Barbara.
And then Dick had received that text.
Monkeying around . . . successfully terminated.
And so it went over the years with Dick receiving that text at just the right moment.
Dick knew that Bruce officially had no superpowers, but he was not really sure if that was true. He swore that man had to be psychic. He just had to be. There was no other reason as to why the man could possible know that he was up to something.
So Dick had checked. He probably had spent at least a total of a couple weeks over the last four years trying to figure out how Bruce always seemed to know when he was up to something. Dick did not have a tracker on him and there were no hidden cameras following him around. After the Watch Tower had been built, he had suspected maybe Bruce was using the Tower to spy on him. Martian Man Hunter swore he knew nothing of the sort. Dick still suspected though. Even now, he would occasionally glance suspiciously up at the sky.
The truth was far simpler than what Dick imagination had created. Bruce had no idea of truly knowing when Dick was up to something, he simply understood how Dick's mind worked. The boy was incredibly intelligent, a little bit too curious and way too much of a thrill seeker to not be either doing something или at least thinking about doing something he probably should not be doing. Bruce figured if he randomly sent out that text there was a 97% chance of it being timely appropriate.
He did not send that text out often, just enough to get Dick thinking about his actions. Even though he never asked Dick if he actually had been up to something at the time, Bruce knew it worked.
Super Nanny had nothing on him.
AND it was just fun to do. The looks Dick gave later on at Главная were priceless.
Dick finished his message to Wally and pressed send. Then he looked at the text Bruce sent him. It read:
Dinner at Azzari's.
Azzari's had the best пицца in Gotham. Dick was so excited that he did not even think before replying.
Sweet!
Less than 30 секунды later he received another text from Bruce.
Why are Ты texting in class?
Dick's eyebrows knitted together in confusion. He re-read the text. Leave it up to Bruce to text him and not want a response. And the man had text-ed him while he was in class no less. He had to know he was in class, had to.
How was he supposed to respond to that?
If he responded, he would be texting in class. But Dick really wanted to explain that he had not meant to text in class and that he was only replying as a curtsey. After all, Bruce could not possibly have known that he had also been texting Wally. Right?
Dick looked out the classroom's big windows, his eyes narrowing at the cloudless blue sky. He swore he could see the Watch Tower. He looked back at his phone and then back out the window. He frowned slightly, ignoring the text Wally just sent him, and slipped the phone back into his book bag. He looked out the window again suspiciously and scooted his стол письменный, стол away from the window. He ignored the curious stares of his classmates.
.
.
.
15 blocks from Gotham Academy, high up on the вверх floor of Wayne Towers, Lucius лиса, фокс stopped paying attention to the boardroom meeting and looked at the man beside him. Bruce Wayne had that sly grin on his face, that I'm-messing-with-Richard look Lucius had come to know.
The man shook his head. "You leave that poor boy alone."
Bruce chuckled and put the phone back into his suit pocket.
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Fang (wings folded behind him)
