Post by Death The Kid on Jul 27, 2005 16:42:56 GMT -5
Not to be taken SERIOUSLY. THis is just for fun. I hope you all enjoy!! I'm gonna get my butt kicked after the story is done..I know it. I just know it!!!
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Author's Note: I do not own Batman if I did he would live in my closet and I would feed him Oreos and Kool- Aid. But since that I don't he belongs to DC Comics,homie. Peace out.
Chapter One: Auditions
It was noon at the Wayne Mansion. The house was vacant except for Alfred, who was cooking lunch just before Bruce and thingy arrived. A hot kettle of tea was set on the black granite countertop to cool off along with two bowls of soup. The butler gave a sigh and sat on one of the stools.
"They're running quite awfully late today,” said Alfred. As soon as he said that thingy kicked down the door for the kitchen. A look of surprise was on Alfred's face as he saw the teen bust through the door. "Mind your manners. Do you--"
"Aw, man. I need to get rid of this weed smell.” thingy said as he sniffed his clothes. He looked up and saw Alfred staring at him with his jaw dropped. "Damn."
Later that day...
" I'm so disappointed in you." Bruce said as placed down his teacup on his desk. "Why didn't you save anything for me?"
"I beg your pardon, Master Bruce?" Alfred said as he stood in the doorway.
"Uhhh.. Nothing. Heh ." Bruce chuckled nervously. "Anyways.. I have to let you go."
"WHAT?" thingy said furious. "I though we were partners!"
"No....Not anymore. I'm holding a casting call for a new Robin. Bye. You can, like, go now. And stuff." Alfred escorted him out of Bruce's office and into his room.
"I'm sorry," Alfred sighed as he packed his belongings in a suitcase. "If there is anything wrong: just call me."
"Whatever," he said and slammed the door behind him.
Meanwhile:
“I’m bored!” squealed Bruce really loud. Alfred organized the papers that were stacked all with portfolios. “And they all… are terrible!”
“ I do say, Master Bruce, do give them a chance.. We have one more person left.” Alfred said as he picked up the tray of tea and opened the door as he let in the last auditioner inside. It was a frail, pale bookish looking man who wore a suit that was much too long for him and mismatched buttons. The man straightened his tie and gave a crooked smile.
“Hi. I’m Jon—“
“What are you going to sing for me?” Bruce said as he cut him off before he could finish his name.
“Sing? I don’t—Well, umh… My milkshake brings all the boys to tha yard and they’re like it’s betta than yours. You’re damn right it’s betta than yours I can teach you but I hafta charge..”
“BRILLIANT! I love that song!! ” Bruce said as he stood and applaud. “You’re my new Robin! What you’re name, foo?”
“Scarecr—umm…Jonathan Crane, sir…” as he said gave that crooked yet adorable smile.
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Author's Note: I do not own Batman if I did he would live in my closet and I would feed him Oreos and Kool- Aid. But since that I don't he belongs to DC Comics,homie. Peace out.
Chapter One: Auditions
It was noon at the Wayne Mansion. The house was vacant except for Alfred, who was cooking lunch just before Bruce and thingy arrived. A hot kettle of tea was set on the black granite countertop to cool off along with two bowls of soup. The butler gave a sigh and sat on one of the stools.
"They're running quite awfully late today,” said Alfred. As soon as he said that thingy kicked down the door for the kitchen. A look of surprise was on Alfred's face as he saw the teen bust through the door. "Mind your manners. Do you--"
"Aw, man. I need to get rid of this weed smell.” thingy said as he sniffed his clothes. He looked up and saw Alfred staring at him with his jaw dropped. "Damn."
Later that day...
" I'm so disappointed in you." Bruce said as placed down his teacup on his desk. "Why didn't you save anything for me?"
"I beg your pardon, Master Bruce?" Alfred said as he stood in the doorway.
"Uhhh.. Nothing. Heh ." Bruce chuckled nervously. "Anyways.. I have to let you go."
"WHAT?" thingy said furious. "I though we were partners!"
"No....Not anymore. I'm holding a casting call for a new Robin. Bye. You can, like, go now. And stuff." Alfred escorted him out of Bruce's office and into his room.
"I'm sorry," Alfred sighed as he packed his belongings in a suitcase. "If there is anything wrong: just call me."
"Whatever," he said and slammed the door behind him.
Meanwhile:
“I’m bored!” squealed Bruce really loud. Alfred organized the papers that were stacked all with portfolios. “And they all… are terrible!”
“ I do say, Master Bruce, do give them a chance.. We have one more person left.” Alfred said as he picked up the tray of tea and opened the door as he let in the last auditioner inside. It was a frail, pale bookish looking man who wore a suit that was much too long for him and mismatched buttons. The man straightened his tie and gave a crooked smile.
“Hi. I’m Jon—“
“What are you going to sing for me?” Bruce said as he cut him off before he could finish his name.
“Sing? I don’t—Well, umh… My milkshake brings all the boys to tha yard and they’re like it’s betta than yours. You’re damn right it’s betta than yours I can teach you but I hafta charge..”
“BRILLIANT! I love that song!! ” Bruce said as he stood and applaud. “You’re my new Robin! What you’re name, foo?”
“Scarecr—umm…Jonathan Crane, sir…” as he said gave that crooked yet adorable smile.
it portaried Baman as a stuiped loser and made Cillian a great singer, which he allready is. I think it is a great story, please write somemore! 
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Mega thanks to Greenday for the awesome sig!!
