THE AMAZING DICK GRAYSON

Is he . . . Drunk?

THIS GOES OFF THE LAST CHAPTER! AGAIN! Most of you can probably figure out what this is gonna be about!

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Normal POV

"Ooh man Alfreds gonna kill me." Batman whispered as he went back to the bat mobile. Inside that car was Robin, aka Dick Grayson. And he had just swallowed a lot of spirit, which is a very strong alcohol.

When Batman opened the door he found Dick laying in the back seats, laid out as if it was a bed.

"Tired Chum?" Batman asked hoping he'd get off easy.

"No!" Dick said as he shot from his position. Batman sighed.

"Hey Hey Hey! You know a word I haven't thought of?" Robin said his mouth moving a million words a minute.

"What would that be Chum?" Batman, now Bruce without his cowl on asked.

"If there's an upset, is there a down-set, and is 'set' a set emotion?" Dick pondered in the backseat. Bruce tuned him out for a while, there were to many words, to many.

"BRUCE!!" Dick suddenly screamed, scaring Bruce.

Bruce panicked, expecting the worse. "WHATS WRONG?! ARE YOU HURT?! WHATS WRONG?!"

Dick pointed to the dash board as the bat mobile halted to a stop. "We're out of gas."

"Of course." Bruce sighed. "I guess were just gonna have to walk back to the manor," there was no way Bruce was letting his drunk son anywhere near a grappling hook.

Bruce stepped out of the car and went to help a struggling Dick open the door. "Ok Bud let's just calmly walk back to the-," Bruce tried. But Dick didn't listen as he sprinted out of car and ran to a street lamp. He jumped up on top of it a started doing flips as if it were bars.

"ROBIN!" Bruce said as he slid his cowl back on. Robin was flying across the street faster than Batman could run. And after a few minutes Batman lost his son.

"Shoot." Batman breathlessly said as he leaned against a pole while catching his breathe. Then —out of nowhere — Robin popped in front on Batman. Scaring the man once again. Robin was hanging from the pole as if he were a bat, swinging back and forth in Batman's face.

"Ok Chum can you come here?" Batman cooed at the 13 year old. Robin nodded his head vigorously and ran to his mentor. Batman slid a collar around his sons neck, (where he got it nobody knows) which kept him from running off again.

Robin tried to run away, choking himself every time. He tried three more times. "Awwwwwww." Robin whined as he realized he couldn't run away.

Batman chuckled at the boy's antics, "Sorry Bud, but we gotta get home." Batman said as he gently pulled on the collar.

One Excruciatingly long walk back to Wayne Manor later.

Bruce stopped at the door that led to the manor. He had changed out of his Batman suit and somehow got Dick into comfortable clothes.

Dick looked up at Bruce, his collar still on, and sniffled.

"What wrong Dickie?" Bruce asked as he saw the tears in the boy's eyes.

"I don't wanna be a dog anymore!" Dick wailed, referring to the collar around his neck. It took all of Bruce's strength to not laugh, but a few chuckles did slip out.

"Can you behave yourself if I take this off?" Bruce asked with an eyebrow raised. Dick looked back at him with pleading eyes.

"Yes."

Bruce sighed, but smiled. "Ok." He took collar off and surprisingly Dick stayed by his side as they rode the elevator up to the Manor.

But only while they rode the elevator. When they got to the top and the doors opened, Dick was gone. He rushed past Alfred, almost making the poor man drop his tea.

"Master Dick please calm down." Alfred said quickly as he regained his balance, not a drop of tea was spilled.

"HEY ALFRED WATCH!" Dick yelled from the stair way. He jumped from the railing and backflipped onto a chandelier. He sat up on it and didn't look like he was going to come down.

"Master Bruce what is wrong with him?" Alfred asked, Bruce smiled sheepishly and rubbed the back of his neck. Then explained.

"So your saying. . . He's Drunk." Alfred got out as he rubbed the bridge of his nose.

"What are we supposed to do with him?" Bruce asked his faithful butler. Alfred just sighed and shook his head, then walked to the other side of the Manor.

"I WANNA DANCE WITH SOMEBODY! I WANNA FEEL THE HEAT WITH SOMEBODY!" Dick sang form the top of the chandelier.

"DICK COME DOWN FROM THERE!" Bruce yelled up at his son. But the order was tuned out by a lot of singing.

"BRUCE SING APPLE AMD BANANA SONG WITH ME!" Dick yelled. "I LIKE TO EAT EAT EAT APPLES AND BANANAS!"

"DICK COME DOWN!"

"I LIKE TO EAT EAT EAT APPLES AND BANANAS!"

"DICK COME ON!"

"I LIKE TO ATE ATE ATE-,"

"DIIIICCCCKKKKK!"

"Oh hi, Bruce!" Dick waved from the chandelier.

"If you come down you can have a cookie!" Bruce said, Dick jumped off the chandelier in less than a second.

"Cookie!" Dick said as he held out his hand ready to reap his reward.

"Alright, but how about you get your cookie after you go to sleep," Bruce said. Aware that Dick's brain wasn't functioning as it should so the boy would fall for it.

"Ok!" Dick said, he followed Bruce to his room.

Bruce quickly tucked his son into bed when they entered Dick's room and sat at the foot.

"Can I have the cookie now Bruce," Dick said sleepily. Bruce smiled down at the boy.

"How about in the morning Chum."

"Ok." And with that Dick's head rolled to the side and he was out like a light.

Bruce smiled down at the sleeping kid. "Good night Dick." Then he left the room and shut the door.

And the next morning was a living nightmare, but that's not important!

I DON'T REALLY KNOW WHAT THE HECK THIS WAS! BUT WHATEVER!

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