I wanna be the very best.
One long night after a long hard patrol.
Bruce had stalked off God knows where pulling off his cowl as he grumbled to himself.
Dick was tugging a furious Damian towards the showers who was spitting feathers about being given observation duty.
This left Tim and Jason stood in the Cave throwing each other sideways glances. Awkward didn’t quite cover it.
Tim slipped off to go do whatever Tim did on the Batcomputer (It’s best not to ask)
Jason slunk off to start packing up his gear. Instead of just packing away his guns he began slyly removing the rubber bullets and loading live ammo. (Again, it’s best not to ask)
‘I am the best like no one else ever was. I am the son of Batman I will not be sidelined -’
Damian’s ranting at Dick caught the pairs attention before it trailed off again into incomprehensible echoes.
'I wanna be the very best, like no one ever was.’ Jason mocked under his breath as he zipped up his duffle bag.
'To catch them is my real test, to train them is my cause.’ Tim sang under his breath, a malicious smirk spreading across his face as he carried on typing.
'I will travel across the land, searching far and wide.’ The pair sang in unison, both turning to give the other a cautious look that dared the other to do what they were going to do.
A chair screeched and a bag clattered to the ground.
'Each Pokemon, to understand, the power that’s inside!’
Jason’s lips turned up slightly and Tim, well Tim just 'fanboyed’.
Dick finally managed to get Damian showered and calmed down. Dragging his little brother along, he returned to the main part of the Cave to find Bruce doing the impossible. He looked, shocked and possibly heartbroken.
Moving to stand next to him Dick soon saw the reason why Bruce’s jaw was hitting the floor.
Tim and Jason were singing and dancing about on the training mats. Baseball caps had appeared from who knows where, which both were wearing back to front with huge, very out of character, grins.
Finishing the verse they were singing the pair flipped onto the vaulting horse. Two fists flew up into the air for an enthusiastic performance of the chorus.
'Pokemon (Gotta catch 'em all), it’s you and me.
I know it’s my destiny! Pokemon! Oh you’re my best friend, in a world we must defend!’
'Grayson? What- what are they doing? I fear Drake and Todd had finally completely lost all grip on their sanity.’ Damian muttered, watching the tacky dance moves that matched the tacky singing in horror. 'What’s Pokemon?’
Dick looked like he was going to melt into a puddle of goo.
'It’s before you’re time Little D. They’re bonding over 90’s TV.’
Grinning Dick brushed away the tear in his eye as Jason and Tim turned to hold hands and reach for he sky.
'You teach me and I’ll teach you. Pokemon (Gotta catch 'em all!)’
That was until Jason saw he had an audience. Promptly pushing Tim off the horse he stormed off, duffle bag over his shoulder.
'Jokes over, Replacement.’
'Sure thing.’ Tim mumbled in reply.