This is based on a roleplay we had on the wall yesterday, where Rowan challenged Fin, Mel, and Aisling to a video game. Even though the game broke, this is what would’ve happened if it hadn’t! xD
The two figures walked down the shadowed alley, not saying a word. Her dark curls were pulled into a messy ponytail, as they always were, and she kept on shaking the stray strands out of her turquoise eyes. His now-brown eyes---he was wearing colored contacts, so that their purple coloring didn’t evoke suspicion, kept on reverting to her, as much as he wanted them not to, and he absentmindedly adjusted his hat so that it covered his purple hair. Finally, she spoke.
“I can’t believe we’re actually doing this.”
Rowan looked away, bit his lip. He wanted to retort that it was her fault, her fault they lost, her fault they had to do this stupid dare. But he didn’t. He remembered it clearly from that afternoon, the final battle of the game, between Aisling and Fin, him screaming commands-- “Jump!” “No, not that button, this one!” “Throw your grenade!”, Mel yelling encouragement to Fin, who had her eyes narrowed, leaning towards the screen, completely in the zone. He remembered Aisling pushing the button on the controller, the grenade launching and hitting her character square in the chest; his laughter, which quickly turned to dismay, when he realized what losing the game meant. And now here they were, walking down this alley, about to turn into the street and complete the most ridiculous, idiotic dare he had ever heard. But Rowan had a feeling it would be more than that. No, with them, it was never as easy as it seemed. Not after the looks Mel and Becca exchanged, Twan’s whispering in Fin’s ear, and her triumphant grin.
As if she had read his thoughts, Aisling addressed him. “Look, this dare isn’t that bad. It’ll be easy, kinda.”
Rowan shrugged but said nothing.
“We just go up, slap a few random people and leave. Problem solved.”
“They’re going to be watching, though,” Rowan reminded her. “Knowing them, they’ve set up cameras, probably feeding into every screen in the cave.”
Aisling thought for a minute, and Rowan thought he detected a slight blush on her cheeks when she spoke next.
“I-I think they were planning worse for us. I have a feeling the dare was going to be...would involve....yeah.” One look was enough. He knew. She was blushing hard now, and he looked away.
“We’ve got nothing going on between us though, right?” He said quickly.
“Right,” she assured. They had reached the end of the alley, and stepped onto the sidewalk of the street, waiting for someone to come along. Since it was very probable they were being filmed, they wanted to put on a good show. There. The burly man was walking towards them quickly, paying them no notice.
“You do it!” Aisling whispered, giggling.
“No, you do it!” Rowan laughed, and gave her a solid push. She took a deep breath, and gave the man a strong slap on the face. He glared at her, clenched his fists, but before he could do anything, she had run off.

When she returned, Rowan was doubled over laughing, and she glared at him. “Your turn,” she growled, and he straightened up, walked over to the very muscular woman jogging by in nothing but shorts and a sports bra, and gave her a clean clip to the nose. She ripped out her headphones and gave a shrill scream. Rowan darted away, just in time.

After about five more people, Aisling was ready to be done, and she told Rowan, who solemnly shook his head. “If we’re not good enough,” he told her. “They’re going to make us do something else.” With that, he crossed his arms, and marched up to the cloaked man who passed them next. Aisling’s eyes widened. She recognized him; it would’ve been impossible not to.

“Rowan!” she called to her friend. “Rowan, don’t! That’s---”

But it was too late. Rowan had punched, and probably broken, the nose of none other than the Batman himself.

The boy paled as he realized what he had done. The blood was spurting out of Bats’s nose, and Rowan quickly pulled a tissue out of his pocket and pressed it against the man’s face. “I’m so sorry!” he kept on repeating, but Batman merely glared. Aisling’s eyes were wide with shock, and her hand was over her mouth, probably to keep herself from bursting out laughing. “Oh, we’re gonna be in so much trouble!”

The next week, the two found themselves on their hands and knees, armed with rags and cleaning spray, scrubbing every floor in the cave. Aisling paused, to wipe a bead of sweat off her forehead, and glared pointedly at the purple-haired teen.

Rowan threw his hands up in the air. “What? I regret nothing!”

Yay!! That was fun! Sorry Mcl if I didn’t get Rowan exactly right....:P