Surface Chapter 01
Disclaimer: I don't own DC comics or anything else I might make references to.
Author's note: It took me a LONG time to think up the title. I was going to go with something involving the word "wasted" or "hammered," but I didn't want to make it too funny. This story will have some humor in it, but I mostly want it to be serious. The title refers to the fact that when one gets drunk, their true personality "comes to the surface." Please enjoy.
Dick Grayson and his brother, Tim Drake, were out one night, out-of-costume, at a diner. They had long since finished their meals, and were now just talking and complaining about stuff. Namely, their little brother, Damian.
"Why does he have to be so difficult?" groaned Tim, left elbow on the table and running a hand through his hair.
"Because he was raised by terrorists and ninjas as opposed to a loving mom and dad," Dick suggested, taking a sip of his beer.
"He's so insecure, it's really sad," said Tim, using his right hand to push a few pretzels around the table with his finger.
"I know," said Dick. "I'm sure he has feelings, somewhere in there, he just thinks that if he ever shows them, someone will use it to their advantage."
"I sure as hell will," scoffed Tim. "Just kidding."
"Man, he's been beaten to within an inch of his life, and he still just turns up his nose at everyone," sighed Dick. "Did you know, once, I had to rescue him from being thrown off a building…and you know that little 'tt' noise he makes?"
"He did that while he was falling. It's like, he didn't even give a shit that he was about to die, and when I rescued him, did he thank me? Nope! All he did was criticize my actions," said Dick.
"Yeah, that's Damian for you," said Tim.
"Such a little bitch…" muttered Dick, finishing the last of his beer. "You wanna go?"
"Sure," said Tim. The two brothers left a small tip on the table of the diner at which they were hanging out, and walked out.
"I wish there was something we could do to get him to loosen up," said Dick as they walked down the street, back to Tim's new apartment.
"Hell, we've watched movies with him, we treat him like a part of this family, I don't know what else we could do," said Tim.
"Could torture him," said Dick with a chuckle.
"Dude, if I thought that would make him into a more tolerable person, don't you think I would have done it already?" laughed Tim.
"Ha ha ha!" laughed Dick. "Are we horrible people for talking about this?"
"Yes. Yes, we are," laughed Tim. "We go out to grab a late snack and we spend it talking about different ways we can savagely torture our little brother until he cries." The two brothers laughed and joked all the way back.
When they arrived at Tim's apartment, Dick gazed up at the high ceilings and modern décor.
"Whoa. Did a hipster come in and barf all over the place, or do you actually like this style?" he asked.
"Eh, it's not really me, but I kinda wanted to go with a different look. Less gothic. Less…y'know…Batman," Tim explained.
"I gotcha, I gotcha," said Dick, still looking around. "That's a pretty sorry-looking fish tank."
"Well, it's just for show. That's where the button is that opens the door to the bunker," said Tim.
"Ah, of course," said Dick, sitting down on the couch. "These are some ugly-ass sofas, though."
"Alright, could you please stop insulting my apartment?" grumbled Tim, sitting down on the other couch.
"Sorry," Dick said with a small exhale of a laugh. "It's just not what I would go with."
"Yeah, I know. Maybe if I eliminate laundry hampers and shelves from my life it would look more like home to you," Tim teased.
"Snarky much?" said Dick. "Man, you could give D a run for his money."
"Oh yeah, we were talking about him, weren't we?" said Tim. Dick nodded. "Yeah, I wish there were some non-violent way to get him to open up. Be more honest with his feelings and not be such an…"
"Yes," said Tim. Dick leaned back and closed his eyes for a moment.
And then, out of nowhere…
"We could get him drunk," suggested Dick.
To be continued
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