Night-Shots (Oneshots)

Dancing Star - Part 1 - JayDick.

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Side Note: Tim would be on a mixed age team that was formed by a random bunch of teens and does armatures competitions. Leaving room for any formed teams to dance without any formal titles or clubs being needed.

Side Note 2: Kon will be superboy from Young Justice while Connor will be the leather jacker wearing superboy. 

Tim was truly trying his best to not panic in the moment but his team was next up for the competitions they've worked so hard towards. 

Their rivals were now nearing the end of their routine before the judges and they were so good. Better than Tim thought his own team was even though his knew deep down his team could beat them and his own self doubts were plaguing his mind. 

He knew he should have spoke up but he he had hoped he'd be able to suddenly become super human and still be able to dance like a pro for the shake of his team. He really hated himself for watching those films all week and giving himself a dream like mind set. 

His ankle was throbbing painfully and all he's done is walked inside the building from where Dick dropped him off in the car in the carpark at the end of the road. 

He should have spoken up as soon as it happened but he held no proof and knew a few of his overprotective teammates would pick a fight. One of their rival's had bumped into Tim earlier in the week and purposely shoved him down some stairs before stepping on his ankle while he was still down .. making it seem like an accident to anyone passing by. 

No cameras faced the stairs and no one was paying enough attention to have witnessed the under the belt act. Tim was a good dancer, his style always helped with team competitions and he could win solo's competitions in the right genre. 

But he could barely hold his pain back as he just stood there. 

He couldn't dance and if he tried he'd stumble over and most likely knock his teammates over with him. They'd lose points and clearly lose the competitions for good. He needed to say something but they'd also have to drop out since they didn't have enough members here to fill in for him if he dropped out. They were going to lose and it was all his fault. 

"Drake, I demand your presence for once" Damian shouted out from where he stood a couple meters away, standing behind the taped line where the crowd had to keep behind. Leaving the area close to the taped out stage space for teams only. 

Tim had never been more glad to be demanded of anything from his little brother. He awkwardly hurried limped over, waving his teammates and friend's worries away.

"Where's Dick?" Tim asked, glancing around for their oldest brother, ignoring the five year old who was glaring up at him with his tiny arms crossed over his stomach. 

"He's changing" Damian anwsered as if it was obvious information. Sending a blank look towards the fifteen year old before him and hoping his nineteen year old brother would return soon to save him from such an idiot. 

"C-Changing? Is Bruce coming home early from the trip? Did something happen at Wayne tech and needs a press statement?" Tim blurted out in a panic, looking around the room for any signs of news alert filling phones or a reason Richie Grayson-Wayne would be needed. Bruce didn't care what they wore as long as they wore suitable suits during Wayne business. Leaving them all keep a spare suit packed in cars, Wayne tech and family friend's places for a quick change if something comes up.