Creecher

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          What should I write about?

"B, I'm not a baby." Robin huffed. "I know what this place is!"
          
          "Then you'll know why I can't let you go in."
          
          "It's closed!"
          
          "You're ten." Batman replied, ending the argument. 
          
          "I'll tell you what it's like." Batgirl teased.
          
          The bat turned, abruptly blocking her entrance. "You're not coming in either."
          
          "What?!" She exclaimed. Robin began laughing. "But I'm fifteen!"

M'gann would fucking love Mamma Mia

New fic!

The following day was an afternoon in early September, and though the scholastic year was about to start, the day was as hot as at the peak of summer. Bruce was treating his ward-- and Barbara Gordon-- to ice cream; they deserved it after their escapade the previous night. 
          
          "So, Dick," Bruce asked, "have you picked out what you're going to wear on Monday?" 
          
          "It's not this Monday, is it?" Dick groaned. "I'm not ready yet!" 
          
          "Afraid so," Bruce replied, "Monday's your first day of high school." 
          
          "No way," Barbara interrupted, tuning into the conversation, "you're starting freshmen year?"  
          
          "Yeah, why?" 
          
          "What school?" 
          
          "GHS."
          
          "No way." She gaped at him, then turned to Bruce. "You just had to enroll him in my school!"
          
          "I didn't know you went to GHS." Bruce replied earnestly. "Dick just said he didn't want a private school."
          
          "Well," She sighed. "At least this year will be fun for me."
          
          "Why?" Dick asked.
          
          "Because the graduating class always spends senior year hazing the freshmen!" She teased, jabbing him in the stomach. "Do you have a preference for physical pain or public humiliation?"
          
          "Some schools still do that?" Bruce reached out, wiping a smudge of chocolate off Dick's cheek. The boy fussed slightly, turning away. "I thought that was falling out of favor when I was your age."

Spoiler Alert: Local Catwoman forced to babysit 2 teens by her kinda-boyfriend

anyone interested in another The Batman (2004) fic?

The author's every fuckin' day routine:
          
          -wake up 
          -smoke cig 
          -play on swings at local park 
          -smoke weed 
          -write fanfic 
          -smoke more weed 
          -Write more 
          -eat cereal 
          -watch 20 minutes of "Dazed and Confused" for inspiration 
          -write/draw 
          -dinner 
          -go on a walk 
          -pass out while writing fanfiction 
          
          
          I plan to keep this up until I run out of money, at which point I will run away into the woods forever

M'gann read over the text again, splayed out on the sofa. 
          
          "And temperatures will peak at 82 Fahrenheit for the first time this year, that's about 28 Celsius and sunny..." 
          
          Fae sighed, turning off the tv and looking meaningfully at her roommate. She wanted so badly to accept Karen's offer and go to the beach, but her skin was so delicate to heat. Anything more than an hour-- maybe two-- in the sun and she'd start running a fever and getting cramps, not to mention the burns. 
          
          Conner didn't get any of this from the glance. "What?" 
          
          Conner couldn't really feel temperature differences unless it was critical, and if anything he needed more sun than he was getting, as the boy preferred to cloister away in the dark corners of the mountain rather than go outside to charge his powers.

you guys have some SuperBat coming your way