Mysterious's writers block era over!?!?
lee!Dick ler!Bruce
(Takes place during Batman and Robin year one issue #7. Spoilers ahead)
Warning: Feet tickles
It seemed that Grimaldi's forces had begun working heavy overtime. There was barely any rest time for our dynamic duo, not that Richard minded all that much.
"Holy Overtime Batman!" exclaimed Robin.
"Don't" Batman quickly tried to shut Dick down.
"No, really. Is it me, or is it more nuts than usual out there this week" stated the brightly coloured lad as he planted his pixie boots on the bat-mobile dash.
Bruce scowled a little as the boy nonchalantly put his dirty shoes on his car dash. However, Dick was right, it did seem that every mob in Gotham right now was charged up to the max. Bruce agreed with the lad, frowning slightly as Dick yawned. He should be in bed, not fighting crime with him, but they made a deal.
"Feet of the dash" this instruction has been made a billion times and Dick had yet to ever listen.
"Aren't you hungry? Can we eat?" The boy ignored Bruce's direct order, irritating the man further. Bruce took a breath and continued to address the boy for the mission; however, he could not take it as he saw mud and slight spots of blood rub off of the boy's shoes onto his dash, of whom, he (Alfred) cleaned so thoroughly.
"Dick, take your feet off the dash" The dark knight ordered, he tone sounded like he was on his last nerve. The young man walked across that nerve like a tight rope.
"Oh come one Batman, chill out" Robin brushed Batman off.
So, he wanted me to chill out, eh? Thought Bruce. Bruce asked nicely but now there was no more Mister nice Bat. Bruce placed his hand on Dick's stomach and started digging into his tummy. The boy, as expected, yelped on instinct and started defending himself.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?!?!" The little man's question soon dissolved into childish giggles. Bruce released a smile, induced by the precocious little boy's laughter, he almost wanted to laugh along with him. Dick leaned against the car door and tried to kick Bruce away, however Bruce caught one of his legs and placed it down on the dash.
"Nohohoho Bruce waihahatit stop hohold ohon." the circus boy's pleading was left on deaf ears. Bruce took Dick's boot off and began lightly scribbling in the middle of his sole. Higher pitched laughter spilled out of Dick's mouth, the boy blushed as his voice cracked through his hysteria.
"I told you to take your foot off the dash, and look, you're still disobeying me." The billionaire teased. Bruce chuckled as Dick tried to pull his foot of the dash, however Bruce held him steady, tormenting the flesh on his arch and heel.
"Dick, all I'm asking you to do, is take your foot off the dash."
"Lehehet me gohohoho." Dick squealed as he tried to pull his foot off the dash. The acrobat, pulled at his leg but to no avail, Bruce's nails danced on the ball of his foot. Dick gripped Bruce's arms, tears at his eyes and face flushed from laughter.
"DAHAHAD STAHAHAP" slipped out of Dick's mouth of which was stretched into a smile. Bruce slowed down, his eyes widened, it wasn't often Dick called him dad. Maybe once or twice behind his back, but never to his face.
"I didn't mean-, well I-" Dick stuttered.
"Don't worry about it Dick." Bruce let go Dick's ankle and ruffled his ward's hair. Bruce took the car out of auto pilot and continued driving as they got closer to their destination.
Soon enough, the duo stood over Franco Bertinelli's favourite restaurant.
"I'm not really feeling Italian" said the Boy Wonder.
"We're not here for dinner" responded Bruce.
