A figure sprinted and leaped his way across the roofs of Gotham city, little more than a shadow under the cover of the night. For a moment, that figure stopped and looked down to the streets. The nearby lights or lamposts revealed a sixteen year-old teen, not tall in stature but athletic and with his dark hair cut short.
His costume was a sight which could, most of the time, only be seen in Gotham: Red on the torso while dark and tight around the limbs, with green gloves and matching, combat boots. A long cape, yellow and black, covered most of the teen's back, including the long, curved blade he carried there.
"Peace, quiet...I hate it" muttered Damian Wayne before leaping to another building. Since his sixteenth birthday, Damian (known as Robin whenever he put on the costume), had had far more freedom to patrol the streets on his own, searching for criminals without feeling Batman's gaze watching him from behind.
Already, he had built himself a reputation as someone no criminal should want to mess with. Sure, he followed his father's gaze to not kill criminals...but that did not mean he had to be kind to them.The sound of police sirens brought a feral grin to his face.
Better still, during their chase, the police cars had missed the trail of the criminal, giving Robin the chance to follow him all by himself. Well, not him but "her" as he got a proper look of the fleeing woman, hopping up and down with a huge grin on her face and a bag of cash over her shoulder.
Harley Quinn, thought Damian while he began to descend towards a narrow alley, the perfect spot to trap the red and black-clothed woman. Random, but not to dangerous, he could not help but feel disappointed as he landed in front of her, sword drawn and eyes glaring at her."Surrender, now" he ordered."Shouldn't you be in bed by now Boy Blunder?" said Harley, sticking her tongue out "Where's the Bat?""Doing better things than taking care of a B criminal like you. In fact, I don't know why am I even bothering" said Damian with a scoff "I also have better things to do than taking care of a clown"
"Really?" Harley smirked "My sweeties for example?""Sweeties? What are you tal..." To late he saw them, two huge hyenas, jumping towards them with their jaws open and claws ready to slice.
Cursing himself for the mistake, Damian rolled on the floor, cursing again as one of the beasts grabbed and tore a piece of his cape. As he rolled, the teen leaped back to his feet, swung his sword back...and dropped his jaw as he saw a huge, wooden hammer just inches away from his face."To slow bird boy!" teased Harley, laughing while Damian spun in circles and then stopped, sword on the floor and his tongue out while his head continued to spin in circles.
Harley's eyes glistened as he saw something through the hole in Robin's cape, a slim, white line peeking out less than an inch over the elastic fabric of his "pants""I-I am going to..." Damian groaned and held to his aching head "You don't know who you are messing with!" he warned, just a second before his cape was pulled over his head to cover his stunned face "Hey!""Ever went to school bird boy? Well, here's a problem for ya!
What's undies plus gravity?" asked Harley before sinking two hands into Damian's pants, earning a gasp from the increasingly-confused teen "You don't know? Ugh, I can't believe it...IT'S WEDGIE!" shouted Harley before yanking a long stream of snow-white cotton all over Damian's back.
Just as he opened his mouth to scream, the blonde wrapped her hands in more cotton and yanked again, driving the fabric over the teen¡s shoulders until the leg holes could be seen above the waistband of his spandex."W-What is this?!" shrieked Damian, flailing his arms as he was pushed to the tips of his toes by the taller woman."You really did not go to school...it is a wedgie you idiot! And you have the proper undies for it!" she teased, tugging the fabric a little more and then pushing forwards so she could get a proper look of the material "Tighty whities. You know, anyone who wears tighty whities deserves to be wedgied.
It is an unwritten rule, like the mermelade and the bread, feeding beef to your hyenas...""Let me go this instant!" screamed Damian, all his training and reflexes gone now that all he could think about or feel was the harsh, piercing sting between his buttocks. He got the cape off his head, but that mattered little as the next yank finally got the now-screaming hero airborne "My ass..." he squeaked, his whole face turning crimson red as the words left his lips."Shut up nerd and give me my lunch money!" said Harley, trying her best bully voice."What?!"
"Have you done my homework? That's it, back to the locker with you!" continued the blonde while each of her bounces made Damian dance a little more."You are insane!" screamed Damian."And you are aweful at roleplaying" said Harley, rolling her eyes "Also, nice butt Boy Blunder" she winked.
