This is for John Westcott, who has confirmed my suspicions about showers.
And keep in mind, no one ever specified what KIND of shower Nightwing was
supposed to be in ;) I just thought to myself... what's an uncomfortable
place for a guy to be in?
Since I control the universe, this takes place when Donna is alive. Or will
be in the future. It takes place in the timeless vacuum of my mind, lets
And it's like 424 words, instead of um... 250 or 300, like it was suppothed
April Showers Bring...
Nightwing had been forced into the shower. He was just passing down the
hall of Titans headquarters, minding his own business, avoiding certain
hormonal people in Gotham, when Roy and Fish Face had just come up behind
him, asked what he was up to, and shoved him into the rec room.
Stuff started raining down upon him, and there was a thunderous roar of
manly hoots and hollers. "Hey, guys, what's going on!" He knocked the
confetti out of his hair and glanced around at the strange gathering. Vic,
Tim, Wally Kyle Rayner, Superman, and an uncomfortable looking Connor Hawke
in costume and grinning like mad-men. "Um... what is this?" He hoped nothing
kinky was going to happen.
"It's a shower, dude!" Roy blew into his little party horn, then shoved him
towards the guests. There was a large table with gifts wrapped in pastel
paper and ribbons and meat/cheese platters.
Nightwing glanced around in embarrassment. "Um... guys don't have showers,
"We're trying the whole sensitive-male thing." Tim scratched his neck.
"Metrosexual and stuff."
Superman handed him a beer, and he hoped he'd wake up.
Sadly, there was no waking. After the cheese squares, sliced pepperoni and
little quiche things that no one would admit were tiny quiches, they
started opening the well-wrapped boxes on the table. Roy handed him another
one. "This one's from... The Big Guy."
Superman grinned. "It's also from You-Know-Who."
Trying to will himself to stop blushing, Nightwing tore the pale green
paper off, and opened the small department store box. "They SELL these?
Isn't there a copyright?" He held up a tiny Super-sleeper, complete with
red cape blanky.
Superman shrugged. "The money goes to charity."
Quietly, Nightwing placed the outfit on top of the baby monitor, swing, two
yellow blankets and car seat he'd already unwrapped. This was too freaking
Wally quickly scribbled a name and an item on a list he was keeping. "Wow.
You like to live on the edge, y'know? Don't give a guy a Kryptonite ring,
then buy his grandkid a Superman Sleeper!" He grinned, until he saw
everyone in the room staring at him. "What?"
"Grandkid!" Tim cried out, unable to contain himself.
Roy's face was as red as his hair, trying to hold it in. Finally he
couldn't. "DUDE! Batman's gunna be a grand-bat! He's OLD! BATMAN'S OLD!"
Everyone in the room burst out laughing. For the first time in half an
hour, Nightwing forgot to be embarrassed.
A small night-blue box dropped into Nightwing's lap.
"NOTED," a gravely voice responded.