leylined | (no subject)

Fuck yeah! Though you're more like Robin.

We can paint the panels different colors, if that would help.

Please. If anything you're Robin.

IT wouldn't be the same. This car actually runs well.

Open the hood and give me a hammer, I can fix that.

Don't you dare. [Threaten his life. Threaten his friends. But Blue, he will die on this hill if it means a poor, innocent car will survive.]

I have little hands. I can get in and start pulling wires.

You want I should bust your kneecaps?

[Starts walking toward the car]

[He follows her cautiously, waiting to spring if she makes a break for it.] Think smart on this, Blue.

I'm just looking. [Walks slowly. And then takes off at a run, because she can. Not that she plans to harm the car at all, because it's the one she likes the most, after the Pig. And she only likes the Camaro because it's the Pig.]

How the fuck do you figure?

I have the Batmobile and I've saved your ass more than you've saved mine? Face it, you're one "Golly, Adam!" from being my Robin.

You're a liar! [And he takes off after her with a stupid grin on his face.]

Am not! [She pulls the car door open, gets in, and locks it, grinning at Adam through the window. Of course, he does have the keys and all. She makes a move like she's going under the dash, like one would hot wire a car.]

I fucking gave you that car, you dick! And I wouldn't exactly call driving me to the hospital for a broken rib saving my life. You haven't saved it ever, really.

I said I saved your ass, not your life. We haven't really been in a lethal situation for me to save it. So there's that, keeping you from failing English, helping you connect with the Boone stuff, making that sledding thing better...

It's fine being Robin. He's cooler, anyway.

[He makes a face at her- then she disappears.] No. Blue!

[She pauses, then comes back up, opening the door] You know me better than that, jeez.

I also know Kavinsky gave me this car.

And? It's just a car. It's a pretty car. [She pets the dashboard]

Fuck off, Those things all could have been done without you, Parrish.

How the fuck do you figure?

Maybe. Maybe not. But I still helped you out with that stuff.

Batman's this huge, emotionally stunted ass that can't hold down any relationships, platonic or otherwise. Meanwhile Robin's constantly getting girls and doing fun things as an adult and even as a teenager.

Whatever, man. I've helped you out plenty of fucking times too. [which is an odd thing to admit and now he wishes he just didn't. It's weird to think he's helping them]

Oh, well then, I'm definitely Robin. You're like, the cat, or something.

I know you have. But I'm not a stupid cat!