One Shots Galore

Ow My Hand

based on the Young Justice episode "Down Time"

All stories will be in Robins POV.

Just so you know :3

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I started to swing on the ropes in the gym at Wayne manor (my home) and started silently cursing Bruce ( My adoptive Father). I mean, come on! After a mission that went so bad, he just shrugs me off! Rude!

"Just...Aqualad!" I mutter, holding myself upside down, grunting with the effort. OK, maybe I'm pushing myself a little bit too hard; but I seriously need to burn off some steam. Another swing. Dammit. Why does he always do this? I may be the 'Boy Wonder' but I still need some sort of attention. The team are nice an' all, but Bruce is my dad. Well, he's meant to be anyway. I just can't believe he would be so RUDE! I flip off and try (key word there being 'try') to land on one of the pieces of equipment, and guess what? I stumble and fall. Wow. Well done Grayson. Luckily, I recover quickly and gracefully flip to safety. Hmm. If only that were true. Wall + Back = OUCH.

Great. Now not only do I hate Bruce, but I now hate walls as well. Why is nothing going my way today? Man I'm so not whelmed. Right. I've had enough. Wall + Fist = Wow I'm such an idiot I just dented the wall and broke my hand. OW MY HAND. Just shake it off Grayson...Shake it off. I walk over to the bench and start drinking some water. Gotta stay hydrated. Towel round my neck, broken hand, anger coming off me in waves; perfect day.

The door opens and out comes Alfred. In his normal English accent he says "Master Bruce wishes to see you" Wow. Can't the guys just say "Bruce wants to see you. Get your butt to his office before I whip you with that towel" Because we both know that's what he was thinking. But, guess what. Bruce didn't come get me himself. Nope. He get's Alfred to do it for him. Let's have a round of applause for the worlds best dad everybody! YAY. Well, now I guess I'm going to have to be sternly told off for breaking the wall. Not that I care. he could bat-glare me all day if he wanted, it wouldn't make me apologise. 

To my surprise, Alfred is leading me outside. Strange. He opens the door, and a projectile comes shooting towards my face. I catch it with my amazing reflexes (Obviously!) and I look up to see Bruce in sports gear. OK, WHAT? "What is this?" I ask him, worried that he took some strange medicine that made him suddenly change into 'super sports dad'. "Hand eye co-ordination." He says. Right. So, he is...No, he isn't. HE ISN'T. yes he is... He's apologising. With a game of Basketball.  "One on one?" I ask. 

"If you think you can handle it." He says calmly. I cackle and score a point. I see Alfred watching us from the doorway. And he's smiling. ALRIGHT. WHO GAVE MY GUARDIANS DRUGS?