Haven't wrote for awhile, but I was in the mood to write some cheery and humorous stories, considering my other two are dark and gritty... I hope you enjoy it!

The song featured in this story is "When I'm 64" by the Beatles.

Bruce sat in a comfortable silence, all his attention in his paperwork for Wayne Enterprises. His eye lids started to droop as he struggled to stay awake and finish his work.

A few minutes of rest wouldn't hurt...

"When I get older!" Dick sang as he sprung from behind Bruce's desk. Bruce inhaled sharply as he was thrown off guard , looking much more awake now.

"Losing my hair, many years from now!" Dick sang, skipping around Bruce's desk.

"Dick how did you get in here?"

"Will you still be sending me a valentine, birthday greetings, bottle of wine?" Dick sang, grabbing hold of Bruce's spiny chair, spinning it around fast.

"What?"

"If I've been out till quarter to three. Would you lock the door?"

"Yes." Bruce mumbled, stopping the chair from spinning.

"Will you still need me? Will Alfred still feed me? When I'm 64!" Dick belted out, his face bursting into smiles .

"You'll beeee oldeeer too! And if you say the word, I could stay, with you!" Dick said jabbing a finger in Bruce's chest, pushing him back in his chair.

"I could be handy, mending a fuse! When your lights are gone!" Dick sang, making a cuckoo cuckoo sign.

"Please leave."

"You can knit a sweater by the fireside! Sunday mornings go for a ride!" Dick smiled, unraveling Bruce's tie. He galloped around the room, using the tie as a ribbon.

"Doing the garden, digging the weeds. Who could ask for more?"

"Dick, last time you tried doing that you dug out Alfred's prized tulips.

"Will you still need me? Will Alfred still feed me? WHEN I'M 64!"

"Every summer we can rent a cottage in central city, if it's not too dear!"

"I'm sure I have some aspirin in here..."

"WE SHALL SCRIMP AND SAVE!" Dick declared, jumping on Bruce's desk, loose papers flying everywhere.

"Go away." Bruce whined, picking up his important documents.

"Grand children on your knees! Vera, Chuck and DAVE!"

Bruce walked over to the door in defeat, but the door knob was gone.

"What the..."

"Send me a postcard, drop me a line, stating point of view!" Dick sang, holding up some screws... and his door knob.

"Indicate precisely what you mean to say, yours sincerely, wasting away!"

"Give me my door knob back." Bruce grumbled, snatching the door knob from the bouncing Dick. Eyeing the vent, Bruce sighed, he was down to his last resort.

"Give me an answer, fill in a form. Mine for ever more!"

Skillfully , he removed the vent with ease, placing it down on the ground. He swiftly jumped into the vent, and started crawling. Where this would take him? He wasn't exactly sure, probably the kitchen. As long as it was far from here. Dick's voice faded, as Bruce let out a sigh of relief. He was crawling for around a minute in peace. But then that's when he heard it.

"Will you... still need me? " Dick whispered/sang , his voice echoing throughout the vents. Except it wasn't as cheerful, it had an eerie feeling to it. Bruce crawled a bit faster, trying to find a way out. Being chased by a singing Dick in a completely dark vent was not how he was planning to spend his day.

"Will Alfred still feed me?" Dick sang, he voice barley a whisper but sounded even closer. Bruce's eyes darted around but there was no sign of him. For the first time in a while Bruce was slightly genuinely scared. He had a good reason though. This was just flat out creepy. The next verse sounded straight out of a horror trailer. It came out point, by bloody point.

"Wheeeeen..." Bruce's heart beat started to pump slightly faster.

"I'm..." It sounded so close. He could feel Dick's breath on the back of his neck. He span around but was met with empty air. He continued his crawl. There! In front of him. Light poured out from one of the vents. An exit! He crawled faster, reaching the vent. Before he could grab the vent, he froze in his tracks. He felt something, very very softly, drawing circles on his back. It sent shivers down his spine. It was freaking creepy. He slowly turned around, immediately wishing he didn't. Staring straight into his very soul, was Dick with... completely white eyes.

" SIXTY FOUR!" Dick screamed as loud as he could. This Bruce was not prepared for. He let out a shriek, as he slammed as hard as humanly possible into the vent. Of course this caused the vent to break, sending him sprawling down an 11 feet drop. Not quite sure how he did it, Bruce managed to gather his bearings at the last second, safely landing on the ground with a somersault. It wasn't the best one he could have done, and would guarantee some good size bruises. Bruce was too disturbed to notice Oliver looking at him like he had three heads and the two boys laughing their heads off, with the exception of Damian.

"Hey, uh Bruce? You okay?" Oliver asked, staring at Bruce who just slowly kept walking away. And was that a doorknob in his hand? Why was he holding a door knob? So much for talking about league business...

"You guys are one messed up family..." Oliver muttered, following Bruce down the hallway.

"Ok, you can come out now." Tim called.

"I can't believe you actually pulled it off Grayson. " Damian said with a smirk, watching Dick gracefully jump down from the vent.

"Hey, I'm the best at what I do."

"Which is making father's life a living nightmare?"

"Nah, that's what Timmy does." Jason retorted.

"Hey!"

"How did you sneak up on him so easily? And why are your eyes white?" Damian asked, a bit jealous that Dick somehow managed to easily sneak up on father, when it was usually quite hard for even himself to do.

"Oh, they're just coloured contacts. Zantana owed me a favour. Gave me this cute little button, click it and boom, you're invisible. "

"No way."

"You better believe Timmy. Except , she only made it so I can use it twice. It can last up to 10 mins max. You can chose when to turn it off. Cool, right?"

"One more use eh? How about we save that for some other time." Jason said with a grin.

"Yes, yes indeed we shall." Dick said with a smile.

~~End~~

OR IS IT?

Nah it's the end.

Or I might be lying.

AM I?

Unless you have the lasso of truth, I'll never tell you.

Thanks for reading! Like it? Reviews are always appreciated. More to come!

~BlueRaven