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“People Get Up and Drive Your Funky Soul” played as Batman and Robin stormed the destroyed wrestling arena.
“Come out, come out, wherever you are!” Tim shouted. He was getting real tired of this black spider ripoff. Bruce paused to collect samples of the weird black goo on the floor.
There had been reports of a “Spider-Man” meta-human competing in illegal meta-wrestling matches. Apparently, Bruce thought it was smart to just leave him alone—what a genius. Now the guy had gotten hundreds of people killed and completely destroyed the stadium. God, won’t this annoying song ever stop.
“That’s a cute outfit. Did your husband give it to you?”
Tim quickly turned to face the (Homophobic?) man behind him—only to be shoved to the floor in an instant. How? Spider-guy didn’t even touch him! Tim tried to get up, only to be covered in—you’re fucking kidding—“You shoot webs out of your hands?! Who are you?!”
“Who am I? You sure you want to know?” Spider-Man laughed before effortlessly dodging a Batarang. He turned to face Batman.
“You killed hundreds of people today. Why? Children who will never grow up. Men and women who will never see their families again!” Bruce growled as he got closer to the monster. Good call, Bruce. Get close so he can’t just web you to the floor. Tim should probably work on getting out of the web. He grabbed a Batarang from his utility belt and started cutting through the web from the inside.
“I missed the part where that’s my problem,” Spider-Man smirked as Bruce started throwing punches—but the spider dodged them all with ease, like he was just toying with them. Bruce finally landed a hit and gripped Spider-Man’s wrist.
“Take your hand off of me” Spider-Man spat.
“We found a bomb hidden in the director’s office,” Bruce accused, his arm shaking slightly—trying to keep the bully down.
“How’d that get in there?” Spider-Man chuckled, and Bruce punched him again. Tim finally broke out of the web cocoon and rushed to his mentor’s side.
“We saw the camera footage. The director was paying you a hundred dollars. Why would you get so mad- you destroy a whole arena- just about him paying you?!” Tim interrogated.
“A hundred bucks? The ad said three thousand.” Spider-Man thrashed out of Batman’s grip and hurled Bruce backwards to the floor. Tim only started to worry when Bruce didn’t get back up.
“Bruce?!” Tim called out, his voice cracking against his will.
“Look at little Robin Junior. Gonna cry?”
“Shut up!” Tim tapped the SOS signal on his comm, then lunged at the bully. He kicked Spider-Man with all the force he had. Spider kicked back harder, but Tim was still able to hold his ground. The stupid emo bully still had that aggravating smirk on his face.
“Why are you smiling? What’s funny about this?!” Tim grunted, dodging another web shot.
“Stop lecturing me. Please.” Bully landed a solid hit on Tim—bad enough to send him flying, landing near Bruce, who still hadn’t moved. Tim had never seen him knocked out this long. He checked Bruce’s breathing. Still normal, thank God.
“He despised you. You were an embarrassment to him,” Bully said, stalking closer behind him. Fight or flight kicked in—but Tim had always been more of a fighter.
He threw an explosive Batarang straight at the spider.
“My back… Oh, my back!” the Bully cried out, crouching in pain. Tim stood up. He could keep fighting as long as he needed to.
The Bully recovered quickly, standing up and glaring at Robin with hate. “I’m gonna put some dirt in your eye!”
Tim pulled out his escrima stick, ready to do whatever it took to beat this freak. But thank God he wouldn’t have to—Nightwing and Batgirl stormed into the ruined stadium from behind Spider-Man. The Bully turned around to face the new additions to the fight.
“Where do all these guys come from?”
Physical pain didn’t seem to hold this guy back, so Tim tore off a piece of his cape, added some adhesive glue from his belt, and tied it over Spider-Man’s eyes.
“I can’t see!” Spider-Man yelled as Dick and Cass attacked. Tim laughed. Bully never stood a chance.
After a few good hits, Bruce finally woke up and joined the others in beating the hell out of the murderer. Beaten and bloody, the Bully finally managed to rip the blindfold off his face.
They had Spider-Man backed into a corner. No way out now. The Bully raised his hand and—started dancing to the music?!
It was the worst dance Tim had ever seen—so cringe and lacking in talent, even Cass started laughing. The Bats just stood there in shock.
What is wrong with him?!
“Up, up and away, web!” the Bully shouted as he webbed himself up out of the corner .
“See ya, chump!” he called out from the last standing roof in the stadium, looking down at them.
Looking down at all the devastation he’d caused—with a proud smile—Tim watched as Spider-Man mouthed “This is something else” right before swinging away into the night.
“Only in Gotham… This is why I moved to Blüdhaven,” Dick sighed.
“Can I come with you?” Cass and Tim said simultaneously.