God- why here- why now-

In your room, there you stand, face to face, holding your weapon. Here is the day where you will either live or die. Your opponent? Well-

you have no fucking clue-

what even is that thing?! It’s disgusting is what it is- a big brown bug, hanging from your ceiling. You have no clue what it is, but your grateful it isn’t a spider-

Alfred isn’t home, so you can’t ask him for help- your older brothers don’t live in the mansion anymore, and Tim and Damian are off with friends or whatever the hell that they do-

You’re on your own, kid. All you have to do is work up the courage to either hit the thing with the fly swatter or suck it up with the vacuum-

But you don’t- it’s way too big for comfort- so what do you do? Call uour dad of course!

The phone rings for a while before you hear a

“What do you need?”

thank god he picked up- you were afraid he’d be in a meeting-