Drabble: In the Begining (Young Justice)
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marag who wanted Oh, I'd love something from the old Young Justice era! Something funny with Robin, Impulse, Superboy, or some combination thereof.
In the Beginning...
The sleepover was Kon's idea, though, if pressed, he would deny everything and point viciously at Bart who would stand there looking slightly bewildered while Robin pinched the bridge of his nose and tried desperately to fend off the latest in a series of super fast headaches.
To Bart the other two boys were friends. To Kon, dudes he could hang with and discuss Wonder Woman's... eagle. Robin preferred to think of them as co-workers. Associates. A baby-sitting job he was never going to get paid for.
They all agreed the cave needed a bit of redecorating. Bart preferred spray paint, Robin had his post-its, and Kon somehow came up with a truly staggering supply of girlie magazines.
No one touched the portrait.
Kon harped about Robin's 'super ego' for far too long. Bart bounced around the cave, "I'm Id! I'm Id! Who's Id? I'm Id!". Robin reached for the bottle of Advil he kept next to his re-breather.
Then came their first big, huge, impressively proportioned battle with Mighty Endowed. Bart named the group. Kon drooled on national television. Robin made an inappropriate joke about boobies.
They won... kinda.
They got a super cool ride.
It was an auspicious beginning... until they all went shooting off into the stratosphere...
At least they escaped Red Tornado's pie charts.
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marag who wanted Oh, I'd love something from the old Young Justice era! Something funny with Robin, Impulse, Superboy, or some combination thereof.In the Beginning...
The sleepover was Kon's idea, though, if pressed, he would deny everything and point viciously at Bart who would stand there looking slightly bewildered while Robin pinched the bridge of his nose and tried desperately to fend off the latest in a series of super fast headaches.
To Bart the other two boys were friends. To Kon, dudes he could hang with and discuss Wonder Woman's... eagle. Robin preferred to think of them as co-workers. Associates. A baby-sitting job he was never going to get paid for.
They all agreed the cave needed a bit of redecorating. Bart preferred spray paint, Robin had his post-its, and Kon somehow came up with a truly staggering supply of girlie magazines.
No one touched the portrait.
Kon harped about Robin's 'super ego' for far too long. Bart bounced around the cave, "I'm Id! I'm Id! Who's Id? I'm Id!". Robin reached for the bottle of Advil he kept next to his re-breather.
Then came their first big, huge, impressively proportioned battle with Mighty Endowed. Bart named the group. Kon drooled on national television. Robin made an inappropriate joke about boobies.
They won... kinda.
They got a super cool ride.
It was an auspicious beginning... until they all went shooting off into the stratosphere...
At least they escaped Red Tornado's pie charts.
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