Who on Earth Is Playing with Pickled Fish in Gotham 16!

I had a random impulse and somehow started writing this.

This story is packed with dark humor. Apologies for the OOC, the crossover with pickled fish, the messy writing, the prose, and everything else!!!

A fun, goofy slice-of-life story. No dark, brutal angst. I love Batman stories.

[No romance! No romance! Pure family love! I love Batman, I love Batman, I love Batman! No shipping or bashing. To me, Bruce is the real, genuine daddy! But I'll use fanfiction in the story to torment him, hehe~ I love the Batfamily! I love all the young masters!]

"Hey, Bruce, you know!"

"No, Ryan. You know Alfred won't allow it."

Ryan thinks.

Ryan has a lightbulb moment! (?`??)?

"He said we can't go into the kitchen. He never said we couldn't bring the stuff from the kitchen out here!"

The villain brandishes a machine gun. "Kid, times have changed! Modern weapons are king! Heh heh heh!"

Ryan cries as he charges up his Nameless Sword, ding ding ding. "You jerk! Don't you dare look down on my Nameless Sword!"

"Nameless connects to the brain, charging up replaces thinking. Behold my sword! Ding, ding, whoosh whoosh whoosh, watch out! Ding, ding, whoosh whoosh whoosh, look behind you! Ding, ding, whoosh whoosh whoosh, retreat to advance, aren't you going to run? Ding, ding, whoosh whoosh whoosh, break, force, deflect! Ding, ding, whoosh whoosh whoosh, you're really enjoying this fight! Ding, ding, whoosh whoosh whoosh, what are you looking at? Ding, ding, whoosh whoosh whoosh, I'm out of here! Ding, ding, whoosh whoosh whoosh."

Jason: "Who talks like that in a fight, apart from a wizard?"

Ryan scoffs. "What do you know? Those are my skill lines! It's all about the attitude!"

Cut to Weiwei.

"I'll take on ten! Shake the mountain to scare the tiger, get over here! What are you looking at? Back off! Tiger dives down the mountain, dragon sweeps its tail! Watch your lower body! Take that, you scoundrel! Thunder from all directions! Left, right, left, right! Ha ha, this is great! Take this punch! What are you looking at?"

Dick grabs him and runs, with a crowd of Talons charging after them.

Dick, exasperated: "With that little body of yours, you think you can take on ten? Run!"

[I don't know how to write a blurb. This is more or less it. It's just for a laugh, so bear with me.]

[Slow updates during military training. No set schedule. I like posting late.]

Theme: A joyful, positive attitude, always looking on the bright side.