Holy chilly gams!
Jan. 21st, 2010 10:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shortpantsRobin crouched in the snow, binoculars held up to his eyes. He and Batman had been doing surveillance for almost an hour now, and Robin's legs were freezing. This costume had seemed like such a good idea in the spring.
He didn't complain, though. Earlier that evening Batman had suggested that maybe it was too cold for Robin to go out. Robin had insisted otherwise. Now Batman was giving him these sidelong glances that suggested he suspected exactly what was on Robin's mind. But Robin didn't say anything. He'd worn less in colder situations. He could survive it. And Alfred would have a nice, steaming cup of hot cocoa waiting for him when he got home.
He surreptitiously shrugged his cape closer around him. It was too light to do much, but it helped a little. And maybe Batman wouldn't notice.
Of course Batman would notice. That's why he was Batman.
"Robin," he said without looking up. "Go home. Now."
Robin stood up, scowling fiercely. "But--"
"That's an order."
Robin sighed, but he was cold, and curling up with some hot cocoa and his neglected homework seemed better and better. "Yes, sir."
Batman put down the binoculars and gave him a softer look. "I'll talk to Alfred about designing a warm weather costume as soon as I get back in."
Robin grinned at him brightly. "That'd be great, Batman!"
Batman smiled back. "Now get out of here, old chum. I can handle these miscreants myself."
"Bye!" Robin back flipped off the building and shot off a jumpline. Soon he'd be home and warm again. But he'd better get a warmer costume soon. He couldn't wait to get out and patrol again!
Muse: Dick Grayson (Robin)
Fandom: DC Comics
Wordcount: 282
Disclaimer: I own pants! But not Mr. Grayson. Did I steal the pants from him and thus create the need for this costume? The world may never know!
He didn't complain, though. Earlier that evening Batman had suggested that maybe it was too cold for Robin to go out. Robin had insisted otherwise. Now Batman was giving him these sidelong glances that suggested he suspected exactly what was on Robin's mind. But Robin didn't say anything. He'd worn less in colder situations. He could survive it. And Alfred would have a nice, steaming cup of hot cocoa waiting for him when he got home.
He surreptitiously shrugged his cape closer around him. It was too light to do much, but it helped a little. And maybe Batman wouldn't notice.
Of course Batman would notice. That's why he was Batman.
"Robin," he said without looking up. "Go home. Now."
Robin stood up, scowling fiercely. "But--"
"That's an order."
Robin sighed, but he was cold, and curling up with some hot cocoa and his neglected homework seemed better and better. "Yes, sir."
Batman put down the binoculars and gave him a softer look. "I'll talk to Alfred about designing a warm weather costume as soon as I get back in."
Robin grinned at him brightly. "That'd be great, Batman!"
Batman smiled back. "Now get out of here, old chum. I can handle these miscreants myself."
"Bye!" Robin back flipped off the building and shot off a jumpline. Soon he'd be home and warm again. But he'd better get a warmer costume soon. He couldn't wait to get out and patrol again!
Muse: Dick Grayson (Robin)
Fandom: DC Comics
Wordcount: 282
Disclaimer: I own pants! But not Mr. Grayson. Did I steal the pants from him and thus create the need for this costume? The world may never know!
