After one year, he's awake! Time to conquer the mun's headspace!

[pommesfrites]

[ Yawwwwwn. ]

Really took you forever to get around back to me. Meanwhile, you've been focusing all your attention on Gloomy Grayson and that version of me from an alternate universe. 

Just remember, if you start messing around, I can clock you quicker than they can. That means you better think twice before you put the phrase "Jumping jets!" in my mouth.

Comments

[greenisnewblack]

What about Holy Toledo?

[pommesfrites]

Better, but still corny. Keep 'em coming.

[greenisnewblack]

Christ on a cracker?

[pommesfrites]

[ Snort. ] Sounds like you need a lot of work on these, buddy.

[greenisnewblack]

I'm not the king of one liners, sorry.

[pommesfrites]

Sounds like you need lessons from us Titans, then. We're masters at the art of the one-liner.

[greenisnewblack]

I kinda like the long winded jokes, but I'm sure I could get the hang of it if I tried.

You got a manual on them? Maybe an employee handbook?

[pommesfrites]

No, it's learned more through experience. Just hang with us and you'll get the hang of it.

[greenisnewblack]

I've hung around a bit. Not too much, but...

[pommesfrites]

Obviously a little more is in order.

[power_of_the_atom]

...Well, now I just feel old.

[pommesfrites]

Hey, if you're gonna let dated writing do that ya, you might as well get out of the game, Atom.

Gotta make room for me and my kind eventually.

[power_of_the_atom]

Oh, it's not the writing. It's seeing you this young. Because when you were this age, I was... A lot younger. Let's leave it at that.

[pommesfrites]

Riiiight, that guy. My mun's got him rattling around somewhere in his head.

Younger's better if you ask me.

[power_of_the_atom]

Hey, you grow up pretty all right. Barry's proud.

[flyingg]

Hey! I still have not-so-gloomy moments, and the me over there... I'm sure does, too.

[pommesfrites]

Dude, you're like the king of gloomy. Perfect Ham(let).

[irobin]

[YEAH, FINE, YOU ARE GETTING POUNCETACKLED FOR TICKLING, WALLY!]

[pommesfrites]

[ SCREAMFLAIL ]

[irobin]

Hah! You asked for it!

[Laughing with him! Because. So much easier than when worried about Batman!]

[pommesfrites]

For you to prove you're not all Doom-and-Gloom by going ninja on me? [ Trying to roll their positions around or something. ]

[irobin]

Well, I told you I wasn't only that! Not now, and not in the future!

[And Dick will let go - after planting a raspberry into the side of Wally's neck for extra tickles.]

[pommesfrites]

[ Shuddering and squirming, he pulls away and rubs at his neck. Fffff. ]

Right, alright. Gyah, just stop trying to "kiss" my neck and stuff. [ He's teasing, definitely. ]

[irobin]

... was NOT!

[Clearly was not!]

[pommesfrites]

[ Snicker. He's getting you back, bird. ]

Totally were. I know I'm hot and everything, but you should at least ask first.

[irobin]

... you're so getting tickled, next.

Tickled a lot.

[pommesfrites]

Oooh, I'm shaking. I might just vibrate through the floor.~

[ Try harder, Dick. ]

[irobin]

[ POUNCE. Because he never makes empty threats. Or almost never, anyway. ]

[pommesfrites]

[ Wait- no. Nope.

Wally is zipping around and grabbing at Dick by the cape to keep him from falling to the ground. ]

C'mon, shortpants. Y'know I'm way too hard for you.~

[irobin]

[ And Dick's squirming around to sneak a tickle under Wally's armpit. He's nothing if not stubborn, okay? ]

Nooope. You're just about right for me.

[pommesfrites]

[ SQUIRM. ]

EY.

[azarathmetrion]

"Jumping jets"?

[pommesfrites]

Don't ask. Terrible writing from the 60s. You're lucky you showed up in the 80s.