Young Justice drabble
Title: Not So Funions
Author: Reyn
Rating: G
Characters: Kid Flash+Robin, Batman, Flash
Universe: pre-canon
Word Count: 369
Warnings: Robin's butchering of prefixes
Summary: Kid Flash and his annoying habit of snacking while on stake outs. This would be vaguely based on real life events.
A murmur of voices. A distant squealing of brakes, followed by a car horn. A slow rustle that turned almost staccato until it was ended by a small pop.
“Kid Flash, put away the chips.” Batman didn’t even bother to lower his binoculars.
There was a pause in the noises coming from behind him before Kid Flash gave up trying to be stealthy and simply shoved his hand in the bag. “They’re not chips,” he corrected as the smell of onions wafted over the roof. “They’re Funions. You want one?” He tilted the bag towards Robin, who was perched next to him on the ledge adjacent to their mentors, spying on the next set of cross streets.
Robin turned, his nose wrinkled in disgust. “I hate onions.”
“But they’re fun onions,” Kid Flash protested at he looked at the bag’s label while spearing a few on his tongue.
Robin’s eyes narrowed as the other hero’s tongue was drawn back behind his teeth and obnoxious crunching soon filled the air.
“They’re loud is what they are. Put them away.”
As Kid Flash sulked and lowered the bag to the floor, Robin smirked.
“Heh, guess they’re not so Funions now.”
“Hey, I’ll have you know that they are never anything short of Funions!” Kid Flash argued, and fist cocked into his hip. “You’re just jealous of the party happening in my mouth.”
Robin’s lower jaw jutted out stubbornly. “They smell.”
“So?”
“So they’re Annoyons is what they are,” he responded, returning his attention to the streets below.
Kid Flash bristled, but before he could come up with a rebuttal, a large hand was placed on his shoulder.
“Why don’t you and I go and patrol a few roofs over, where your mouth party doesn’t have to worry about being judged.” Flash’s tone was deceptively light, contrasting Batman’s impending aura as his patience rapidly dwindled.
“Yeah, good idea.” Scooping up his bag, Kid Flash held it against his chest and sent Robin an offended look. “I’ll just take my Funions to go.” And with a sudden updraft fluttering the tips of Batman and Robin’s capes, the yellow speedster was gone.
The Flash sighed. “This is why we can never have nice things…”
The End.