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cephalog0d · 9 months

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Batkid Drabbles - "Cassette"

“This one says...Meerkat Map?” Steph squinted at the cassette tape, angling her head back and forth like that would help the smudged writing make sense.

“That cannot possibly be right.”

“You tell me, Mr. Scribbles.” She threw the tape at Tim, maybe a little harder and more head-directed than strictly necessary. He frowned at it for a solid thirty seconds before venturing, “...Woklaus MX?”

“Wow, can’t even read your own handwriting.”

“This is definitely not mine. Is this even a case tape?”

“It was in the box,” Steph said, shrugging.

“Because nobody ever misfiles things around here,” Tim muttered under his breath. Steph graciously ignored him.

“Hey, Dick, can you read this?” she called, gesturing at the tape. He came and leaned over Tim, who obligingly lifted the cassette. Unlike Tim and Steph, Dick barely glanced at it before his face lit with recognition and he pulled it out of Tim’s hand.

“Oh, hey! This is mine!”

“So what the hell does it say?”

“Workout Mix,” Dick said like it was obvious, flipping it around to face Steph.

“I...guess?” Tim conceded, squinting at the theoretical letters. Steph, meanwhile, shot to her feet and lunged to grab the tape.

“Oh, I have to hear this.”

Dick laughed and let it go easily enough.

“Yeah, I used to make tapes to listen to down here during training and things. Bruce hated it, obviously.”

“You rebel,” Steph said sarcastically as she started setting up the tape deck. Dick shrugged, grin going a little sharper.

“You kids have no idea,” he said ominously, ruffling Tim’s hair and getting half-heartedly swatted at.

“As someone who lived through it, you really, really don’t,” Babs cut in via the computer.

“I’m scared to find out what’s on that tape,” Tim said. Considering Steph was busy swapping the audio outputs from headphones to speakers, they were all about to find out. Probably at full volume, knowing her.

“Why?” Dick asked, all wide-eyed innocence. “I’ve got great taste!”

“You had a mullet,” Babs pointed out flatly.

“Yeah.” Dick didn’t seem to take that as the criticism it was definitely intended as. “Is that retro again yet? Should I bring it back?” He ran a hand back through his admittedly shaggier than usual hair.

“No,” Tim said emphatically at the same time that Steph shouted, “Absolutely yes,” and hit play on the tape, blasting obnoxiously upbeat pop music.

((Cross-posted to AO3, gift fic for @outtoshatter! I also made a mockup cassette with my own deliberately awful writing just for fun and to ask my friends what they thought it said.))

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