Just the Way You Are
DISCLAIMER: I wouldn't be writing stupid stories if I did own them, now would I?... what do you mean, 'yes you would'? How rude!
This chapter is kind of a shorty, but I have a good reason. See, I hadn't planned to have more than two chapters, but when I saw how many of you were looking forward to Alfred's reaction, I decided to add a little something onto the end. I hope you appreciate it! XD
"Um… Alfred? Are you in here?" Dick called quietly.
"In the pantry, Master Dick."
Dick turned his head and, sure enough, saw Alfred reaching for something on the top shelf. Gulping again, Dick slowly walked towards the pantry.
Without looking at the boy, Alfred continued, with a slight hint of sarcasm,"I'm glad to see that Master Bruce managed to get you up, young sir. The last thing you want is to miss school, I'm sure."
"Actually… I don't think I'll be going."
"Why not, Master Dick?"
"Umm… well, you see it's like this…"
Too late. Alfred had already seen.
Dick watched for a few minutes as Alfred's expressions changed from confused to stunned to near-heart attack before deciding to tell him the whole story. Once he was finished, all the butler could do was shake his head.
"I can't believe you would do such a thing, Master Dick," he sighed.
"Well, could you just… get my hair back to normal? Please?" Dick pleaded.
Alfred sighed again. "Very well, Master Dick. I will see what I can do. Do you still have the bottle the dye came in?"
"Yeah, I'll get it."
As soon as Dick brought the bottle down from his room, Alfred looked through all the instructions carefully. After a moment, he said, "Well, Master Dick, you certainly are a very lucky young man. This type of dye should wash out fairly easily with ordinary soap and water, if you scrub long enough."
"You mean all I had to do is wash my hair?"
"So all I had to do was wash my hair and nobody would have found out I tried to dye it in the first place."
"I could have avoided that whole night of worrying by washing my hair!"
Dick smacked his forehead and groaned loudly. Alfred, ignoring the boy's dismay, led him over to the sink, wrapped a towel around his shoulders and began washing…
Less than a half-hour later, Dick checked the mirror anxiously. There he was—beige skin, blue eyes, black hair. He let out a relieved sigh.
"Thanks, Alfred. You're the best."
Dick grinned up at the butler, who smiled back.
"Now would you care for some breakfast, Master Dick?"
"So I don't have to go to school?" Dick asked hopefully.
"As long as Master Bruce doesn't object, you may remain at home and take your lessons in the Batcave for the day."
"Well… it's better than nothing. At least I look like Bruce's son again!"
Me: Um... Dick and I couldn't think of anything to argue about for this chapter.
Dick: I can think of plenty! For example...!
Me: Like I was saying, we couldn't think of anything to argue about, so I'm just gonna advertise. As soon as I get permission from another author to use some of her stuff (or to not use some of her stuff), I'm going to post a parody of 60's-Batman. If you're interested, it's called 'Severe Insanity'. You'll see why when I post it!
neoinean-Here is 'next', as you requested. Hope you like!
Syl-Thank you. And Panamint asked me to tell you to please post another chapter for "Wish Upon A Star" soon. Of course, she wasn't exactly that polite about it... ;)
batsbutler-Dying? Oh, boy. I hope you're not dead, because the last thing Panamint needs is a murder charge hanging over her head... you ARE still alive, aren't you? Hello?
Esther-Channah-Notes! HA! That's a great idea! Boy, is Scarecrow gonna regret the next time he breaks out of jail...! (Yes, Panamint has read all the "Anne" books, plus both movies.)
Silver Tigress 07-Lucky (for me), Alfred didn't do much, as you can see. He was pretty annoyed for the next few weeks though. Kept giving me 'if looks could kill' glares... :)