" The internet sucks. " Ben groans, lying against the armrest of the couch. " Don't blame me, I was out on patrol. Jon and Damian were in charge of surveillance, " Billy says, hands in the air in a surrendering position, slowly backing away from the living room.
After the whole hoo-ha at the sports festival, things continued to be as it were, with a few changes here and there. Ben, for one, decided to just change the entire board of the public safety commission.
There really isn't any need for him to explain why his goal is what it is when he tells the other three.
They understand why after having researched it not so long ago. And after days and weeks of planning and executing the ridiculously low-danger level plans, they were finally ready to start with the most dangerous one yet, but a smoothie set them back an unspeakable amount of time.
" Tt. I was not the one who spilt gooseberry banana smoothie all over the motherboard! " Ben looks to the two culprits from his position. Confused, he blinks his eyes once, then twice.
Damian has somehow gotten his hands on one of the sharpest kitchen knives available (despite spending the last three hours stuck trying to fix the com in the corner of the living room that's furthest from the kitchen) standing on the stool in a menacing manner as he looks down upon the main culprit with spiteful eyes.
" Where'd you get the knife? I thought we agreed you wouldn't be carrying sharp objects around when there's no danger! " Jon, ever the one for self-preservation when it comes to the 'Bat family' ( or so Jason says, Ben can't tell if he said it with well meant spite, or with the thought to torment Bats for whatever reason) reaches for the knife and plucks it out of Damian's hand.
He also chooses to ignore the death glare Damian gives him when he does that.
" I hate this dimension. The technology sucks, the network sucks, my phone can't even connect with the wifi! " Ben flops back down on the armrest. Phone in one hand as he metaphorically drowns in despair.
" If it makes things better, when I was on my way back from patrol, I overheard some nice old ladies talking about those UA students having their camp somewhere close by. Do you think you could find out where exactly? " He looks to Ben, his blue eyes shining with unconcealed hope when Ben look at him.
Ben wants to say no, but then he thinks about the unspecified waiting time for Damian and Jon to fix the motherboard and he decides otherwise. " At this point, anything would be better than this, " He says and jumps out of his seat.
" While you two go out and have your fun, make sure to get some groceries. We've run low on fruits and drinks, " Damian calls out, clicking his tongue when Jon gives him a sheepish smile for moving him not-so subtly away from the knife he's been disarmed of.
" You got it! " Billy waves a hasty goodbye, carelessly shutting the door behind him as he rushes to follow Ben.
" It's times like these that make me wish we brought the batcom here with us. I wouldn't even mind the wifi from school! " Funnily enough, the wifi from the school is still wonders better than compared to the wifi of this dimension.
" I'll be sure to bring one of Drake's inventions the next time we're dragged into another dimension then, " Damian says, everything from his words to his face is dry as a desert as he looks at Jon.
All that gets, is unashamed laughter from Jon.
" Tt, " Damian clicks his tongue, annoyed with a small part of the com that he's been fixing.
" What's up? " Jon asks, looking at the part and back to Damian. " The memory chip is too far gone. We'll need to get a replacement for it, " Damian says annoyed.
" Can't be too hard to replace, " Jon guesses, Damian shoots a glare at him.
" Do not jinx us. "
The culprit smiles unabashed as he follows behind Damian, locking the door when he leaves.
" We'll be fine! " He declares, full of confidence. " Do not! " Damian repeats, glaring even harder at him. Jon faintly wonders that if Damian glares any harder, will he get laser eyes.
---
There is no memory chip available.
They are not fine.
Huh, what were the chances.
Jon inches away from a seething Damian.
In a weak, mostly pathetic, attempt to stave off the anger, Jon opens his mouth and says, " at least there's no bad guys to fight? " Damian unsheathes his katana, his anger doubling and rolling off him in waves.
" Kent, I will dismember you if you do not stop. " Green eyes expressing his boiling emotions clearly for Jon.
It's by chance his ears catch the sound of notes crumpled up and stuffed into bags. The tell tale sign of a civilian's heartbeat beating rapidly as it accompanies the echoes of a maniacal laughter.
He can't tell if it was the jinx that saved him or lady luck not wanting him to die.
...You know what, he'll take the situation as it is and not look a gift horse in the mouth.
" Would it make you feel better if you had somewhere else to direct your lethal weapon at? " He subtly shifts his eyes toward the store robbery just down the street.
Damian easily catches on to what he's saying. But that doesn't mean he's giving the boy a way out so easily.
" I'll deal with you after that fool is dealt with, " he makes the quick decision and runs off to stop the bad guy.
" That's fine by me, Dami. At least I'm able to live another hour injury free. " He fights down the smile threatening to show itself when he sees Damian's obvious displeasure on their way to confront the villain.
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"...What happened to you? " Ben asks Jon, the boy in question nursing a bruise on his arm.
" I was not able to live through the hour injury free, that's what happened. " The two don't fail to hear Damian's hum of satisfaction.
" Karma is a fair thing, Kent. "
" Sure it is. "
The head nose deep in the computer circuits pokes out, green eyes narrow in on Jon. " Do you want to get a severe injury? "
" Hey, I got is that memory chip in exchange for my bruise! " To cement the fact, the boy shows the other his very bruised arm.
" Which wouldn't have needed to be replaced if you had not spilled your smoothie all over it. Again, karma is a fair thing. " Jon sputters in disagreement.
" I wouldn't have spilt it of you didn't hit me up the head! "
" Arguing will get us nowhere, " the words are said with a huff before Damian takes Jon by the collar and drags him to the training area in another corner of the apartment.
" How many rounds, " Jon asks as they take their shoes off and step onto the mat.
" I'll only need one. "
Ben takes a silent step back and closes the door shut. He looks at Billy and says, " So up for another round at the arcade? "
" Ow! Bringing Kryptonite into a spar is not sportsmanlike! "
" Quit whining, Kent. It's unsightly. Spars are supposed to be fair and just. "
" How is this fair?! "
" It is for me. "
" Sounds good to me. "
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Four Teens In The Wrong Dimension
ФанфикWill Ben ever get a break? Considering the fact that he made himself a hero through the power of time travel with a helping hand and was called the hero of heroes... survey says, Nope. And he won't be getting one anytime soon. Maybe being thrown in...
