Title: Fan Mail Authors: Alison and Snackyette Spoilers: Young Justice 52 Summary: Timmy needs to think about repercussions. Seriously.
Tim trudged down the hall, ignoring the darkness and pushed open the door to his room with a booted foot. Sighing, he dumped his bag on the bed and plopped down next to it. He flicked on the bedside lamp and ran and hand through his hair, matted down but free of the constricting wig. Ugh. Nasty. But necessary.
He glanced down at his answering machine, the one on the line that his father allowed him to have, despite all the "problems" that he had had in the recent past. The one with the really nifty forwarding feature for all non-emergency calls to his Robin persona. The one that couldn't be traced, if Barbara was to be believed. It was, to him, The Coolest Thing Ever but not necessarily the most… practical, given his current living situation.
A small earphone and he could hear his messages without parental interference AND only after typing in a certain secret code onto the keypad. All courtesy of Wayne EnterprisesTM. Not that very many people called him. He never had very many messages, save the ones from Dick demanding that he return somethng or other or that he needed his PS2 back for the "big night out" with the boys. For a superhero, he was very boring.
Which was why he did a double take.
The blinking light on the machine told him that he had 83 messages. Eighty three messages? Who had called him? And that many times?
Then it hit him. Eighty three messages right after his stunning debut as Mr. Sarcastic. Whoo boy. He may be slow but he wasn't dumb. This was not going to be pleasant. Always one for self flaggelation and recrimination, he slid the ear piece into his ear and pressed play.
*BEEP* Hey, boy wonder. Saw your amazing world premiere this afternoon. Wow. Love the hair. You do realize this is sarcasm, right? 'Cause if you didn't know, I wanted to make it perfectly clear. The Big Bat is going to love it too, I know it. Which is why I made a speacial tape just for him and had it delievered this evening. And one for Dick. And one for Dinah and Alfred and I knew that Roy would want one. And if you think this makes up for spilling the chocolate shake on my keyboards, you have another think coming. Have a great night… Sarcastic Man. *BEEP*
"That's MISTER Sarcatic," he grumbled, running a hand over his face. It wasn't starting out pretty and was only looking to get worse.
*BEEP* Baby Bird, what the HELL were you thinking? I mean, seriously, what the HELL! I mean, do you realize…. Roy called me, asking for your number then this tape arrived, via Babs and then I knew I should have stayed home today because you realize that he is going to kill us both now, right? You for being this stupid and me for letting you! Kid, I love you man but I am SO going to kill you! *BEEP*
The big bro. So, SO not good.
*BEEP* Timmy, Bubbe, Baby, what do you think you’re doing? This Bird is curious as to the costume change. Blonde is not you, babe, 'least not that shade. If you want some tips, not that I bleach my hair or anything, but if I DID, I could tell you a thing or two about it. What you did? Not it. And the cape… are you on drugs? You should really call Roy because he's had a lot of experience with things of that nature. I love you kid, and I'm worried. Should I plan an intervention at the Clocktower? *BEEP*
*BEEP* Sorry about that man, it's just… we have to plan. We have to be ready for it. He's going to do something, you know, and it's going ot happen to both of us. It'll completely suck, like having to clean out the Batcave with our tounges or something, and I'm just… I hate that stuff, Timmy! And it's not even my fault this time! Just… tell me the hair isn't real, ok? 'Cause I know the tatoos aren't real but that hair… I'm shuddering, right now, as we, well I, speak and the love patch? Shave it off or I'll do it for you. *BEEP*
*BEEP* Hey, Mini-Rob, it's me. We have to talk about copyright infringement, pal, 'cause I was fairly sure that I had copyrighted that Mr. Sarcastic bit about ten years ago. Seriously, man. Ask the big Bro, he may have been there. Not cool, man, totally not cool. Although I was digging the cape. Styling. Lian wanted me to tell you that she doesn’t like the hair but that the tatoos were pretty. Oh, and be careful, Dinah's kicking up a storm, trying to get a hold of you. I gave her your number, didn't think you'd mind… no wait, I knew you would but thought you deserved it anyway. *BEEP*
He was dead. Utterly and completely dead. He hadn't heard from the biggest of the big yet but he knew it was coming. He couldn't hope that Bruce hadn't seen the show as Babs was quite intent on making his life miserable. He was dead. So dead. But at least he'd been on TV. That was something... wasn't it? He braced himself for the next message and his eyes went wide at that sound of THAT voice. THE voice. Oh no.
to be continued.....