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The Snibbet Bibliotheck

The Snibbet Bibliotheck

by Mara

Summary: “Fine, Caped Wonder, but if we don’t get a move on, we’re going to be left staring at another demolished building and no culprit.”

NOTES: Written in a flash for the DC_Flashfiction Traditional Scottish Dances
Title Name challenge 🙂 See, I had insomnia, so I decided to fic to make myself
feel better…

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The Cave seemed colder than usual this evening, Dick thought, although that
might be attributable to how tired he was. Fighting down yet another set of
shivers, he went back to restocking, shamelessly snitching what he needed from
Bruce’s supplies. Hey, it’s not like Bruce would want him out on the streets
unprepared, right?

A flurry of typing from the console made him glance over his shoulder. “Got
anything?”

“Another minute, Oh Impatient One,” Tim called back.

“Fine, Caped Wonder, but if we don’t get a move on, we’re going to be left
staring at another demolished building and no culprit.”

Tim’s rolling eyes were practically *audible*. “Now I know how Oracle feels.
It’s a wonder she hasn’t strangled all of us yet. And this is what happens when
we let her take an evening off.”

“Damn straight,” Dick muttered. And she was probably out with some guy, too.
Some guy who wasn’t him. Maybe Ted Kord.

“Okay, I’ve got something.”

“Good,” Dick said, sticking a few extra smoke bombs into his gauntlets. Or she
could be with some guy she met online. He knew she chatted with people sometimes
when things got slow.

“The analysis of the residue you found in Bludhaven and I found here looks like
some kind of…animal waste.”

“Mm-hmm.” Dick thought about Babs out on a date with a stranger.

“And it’s weird stuff, too.”

“Weird stuff?” Slipping his gauntlets back on, Dick reminded himself that Babs
could sure as heck take care of herself.

“Yeah, the computer says it comes from the snibbet bibliotheck.”

“Mm-hmm.” Dick nodded, as if he knew what Tim was talking about, then his head
shot around. Narrowing his eyes, he repeated what Tim had said. “The snibbet
bibliotheck.”

Tim nodded back. “Yep.”

“You are so totally making that up.”

“Yep.” Tim grinned at him. “I figured you weren’t listening anyway.”

Groaning, Dick stared up at the bats. “What did I do to deserve this abuse?”

“I think you were born.”

“I really really hate you.”

Tim smirked at him, turning back to the computer. “I know. Ain’t life grand?”

–end–

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