Chapter #9Meet the little bird by: Unknown "I'm so disappointed with your performance in this raid." After an endless silence, Batman's words felt like stabs for his poor sidekick.
"But Bruce, we stopped the scarecrow's plan of terrorizing the city and caught the scarecrow itself and his band." The teenager tried to defend himself from his mentor's critics. He removed his green eyemask as he left the batmovil, but Batman didn't felt like removing his hood, nor keeping eye contact.
And he didn't need doing it to continuing lecturing.
"You were unable to stop one of scarecrow's henchmen and escaped. Your aim with the batarang was awful."
"But I succeeded in capturing the other 20 and help you with scarecrow! I bet the fugitive is just a mere thug, nobody important..."
"ALL THE DELINQUENTS ARE IMPORTANT. ONE FREE THUG OF TWENTY IS ONE TOO MANY."
For the first time in hours, Batman faced Robin, with a piercing eye contact and all.
His tensed 6' 2" (188cm) muscular body stood at mere centimeters of the slimmer 5'6" (167cm) boy, making Tim to back a little.
Tim didn't know if he was trying to intimidate him like he usually does with the rest of the villains or was only grumpy... but that was the effect he was getting.
Tim lost his voice, and Bruce grew tired of waiting for a new excuse and went to his study, but not before telling him to do a complete session of heavy exercises before dawn.
"Stupid Bruce..." Tim said as he started with with 20lbs weights. was getting sick of this darker and grouchy version of Batman Bruce had turned into during the last year. "He thinks he's so great and everyone else are rookies... I wish I could teach him a lesson or two..."
His sweat had wet his t-shirt to the point he was starting to feel cold. He removed it and got a glimpsed of his body on a nearby mirror: he had a handsome body, with more definition that most kids from his age, nice but thin pectorals and the shade of a 6-pack on his abdomen... but he was still far from Batman and his bodybuilder build. Or most superheroes (for some reason, almost all supers were 6' /180cm and taller). "Damn, even the superhero women are usually taller than me. I hate being short."
He got lost in his dispiriting thoughts until the clock's strokes awakened him. He couldn't believe it was so late, and he was been doing exercise for so long.
He felt tired and his muscles was aching, but also felt a pleasant sensation all over his trained muscles. Also felt like his muscles were slightly bigger, but he just attributed it to the usual toning up effect of a good workout session.
Later, their butler found the 18 year old boy emptying the fridge.
"Sorry, Alfred, but after all the effort of the mission and the training I got really hungry."
"You don't have to say sorry for the appetite of a teenager, master Tim. After all, I've alredy served 5 generations of Robins." The english man said as he picked some rests of food that had fallen to the floor. "You can always call me to prepare you something. Or pick it up."
"Oh, I wouldn't like to bother you."
Then the butler stopping moving for an instant, noticing something.
"Master Tim, I believe your training is starting to yield results. Your uniform is becoming a little too short for you, don't you think?"
He was right. The Robin suit he was wearing (without the mask) didn't cover half of his ankles and wrists. The boy smiled, realizing the eyes of Alfred weren't as high as usual, he must had gained 5cm (2") in height.
"Is your suit still comfortable?"
"Well, it feels a little constricting in the shoulder area." Tim said while rotating one arm.
"You can't go to fight crime in a suit that doesn't adapt to your body. Fortunately, I think Master Bruce prepared a few bigger spare uniforms just in case.
The pair walked down to the batcave and pushed a button to get that suit. Tim made a face of disgust when he saw it was a bigger version of the original Robin suit, the one without trousers.
"I think I'm going to continue with my old uniform until I outgrow it or until I convince Bruce the perks of trousers." He said mockingly, believing this growth spurt was a miracle wasn't going to repeat...
"..." ...Whereas Alfred didn't say anything. As the butler of the Wayne family since decades, he wasn't allowed to comment Bruce's strange fetishes, like making boys fight criminals in green shorts.
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