DC Drabbles - rated PG - Various
This is again the workings of me and Pixie. I offered drabbles, she offered prompts. I managed to get most of them before the muse clammed up, but that pairing, Pix? Really? I think not.
Maybe later. When you're around to encourage.
Note: None of this has been edited. Mistakes are mine, to be pointed and laughed at. I am also lazy today. Rawr.
Prompt: Hair pulling.
Characters/Pairings: Dick/Tim
Toonverse.
He's never going to get over how... enthusiastic Tim is when it comes to this kind of thing.
They barely get through the door before he's launched himself at Dick, and they're kissing. Tim's hands are tangled in his hair, and he winces at a particularily sharp tug.
"Ease off, kid," he shoves.
Tim rolls his eyes, and puts on that too-sharp-to-be-innocent grin. "Like you aren't asking for it."
Dick laughs, startled, and Tim's left hand moved to his shoulder, pulling him down into another kiss.
He ignores the hand still pulling sharply at his hair. He probably *was* asking for it, knowing Tim.
Prompt: Toothpick.
Characters/Pairings: Tim, Bart
It used to be a matter of knowing where Impulse was at all times, to make sure he didn't misinterpret things he saw on television, or heard from Superboy, and try them out on unsuspecting victims.
Now that Bart was Kid Flash things were different. He had gained enough of a working knowledge of 21st century human life not to mistake fantasy for real life occurences, but Tim was finding that he still needed to be observed at all times.
He had been running routine checks on local area police reports in his room until noon.
Leaving his teammates to fend for themselves during that time was perhaps not the smartest move in the world.
He passed by Bart's door, flung wide open with the breeze of whatever Bart was doing inside, only to find him in the middle of a huge pile of toopicks. It was at least as tall as he was.
Tim let his cape settle around himself (for protection), and watched.
The toothpicks seemed to disappear before his eyes, reforming into something in the center of the pile he couldn't make out until they were halfway depeleted. It seemed to be a scale replica of the Eifle Tower. His eyebrow rose, and he frowned slightly.
When almost all the toothpicks were gone there was just Bart, crosslegged nest to the toothpick architecture with a calculating look in his eyes behind the mask.
He took a hesitant step forward, and cleared his throat.
"OhheyTim!" Bart looked away from the tower, and grinned at him. "Funny, the people on the DiY network said it would take three hundred seventeen more."
Tim didn't say anything, mentally filing away the information that Bart still needed to be kept track of, though for very different reasons.
Prompt: 3 AM hot chocolate.
Characters/Pairings: Steph, Cass
"Oh, *man*," Steph sighed in relief as she landed next to Cass on one of Gotham's high rooftops.
It was one of the nights where her knuckles were sore through the gloves, and she knew her hair was a mess under the hood and cowl. She grinned at Cass, knowing she could see, and taking the blank look she got in return for another smile.
"Difficult. Night?" Cass pronounced the first word phonectically, sounding out the word, and tacking the second on with no real connection to the first.
Steph grinned some more, and nodded. "Yeah. And you're really getting better!"
She yawned, and tucked her knees up against her chin, balancing on the edge of the roof in a way that would have scared the pants off her a couple years ago. So many things had changed, but it was totally for the better.
"Here." She looked back at Cass, who was holding out the top of a thermos with something warm and brown in it.
She took the little cup, gripping it in one hand. "What is it?"
"Chocolate!"
That was one word Cass didn't have to sound out, apparently. She pulled off her hood, and rolled up the edge of her cowl until she could sip at the stuff. As soon as the dark liquid touched her tongue she let out a sigh and a moan of delight.
"Don't tell me Batman made this." She would have to die a little if that were true.
Cass tilted her head, and she had pulled her own cowl up enough that Steph could see this smile. She was drinking from the thermos container. "Wasn't him."
"Oh," Steph said. "Alright then."
She went back to sipping her hot chocolate, and grinned again when Cass scooted close enough that they were touching. It might have been a hard night, but this was definitely the perfect end to it.
Prompt: Stockings.
Characters/Pairings: Tim/Bruce
He understood the necessity of undercover work in order to crack a case, or bring down a murderer that happened to be targeting young girls down on the East Side, but he had some trouble figuring out why Bruce needed him, specifically, as his escort to this party.
It was just another of Bruce Wayne's expensive soirées. There weren't even any planned crimes going down in the area.
He had long ago, possibly before he had met Bruce, known that there were certain aspects of the man he didn't want to examine in further. The part that deemed it was necessary for him to wear dark green stockings with the short, black evening gown he was 98% sure Alfred had a hand in choosing was one of them.
His hair was brushed back and away from his face in a manner that was surprisingly feminine with how short it was, and he was wearing just enough makeup to pass for one of the girls Bruce usually pulled out of the woodwork to accompany him.
It was honestly one of the things Tim tried not to pay attention to.
For many reasons.
The affect of the stockings' color on his legs was quite startling, though. Especially considering his costume did nothing to make his legs appear womanly, and the color was perhaps only three shades darker.
It wasn't something he would invesitage, but it was something to note.
Just as the string of pearls Bruce fastened around his neck, and the way his hands lingered seconds too long on his shoulders, was.
Prompt: Silk pajamas.
Characters/pairings: Dick/Babs
Toonverse.
"Look Babs, I just don't know if I'll be able to..."
Barbara rolled her eyes, and switched her phone from one hand to the other. "I don't think so Mister Grayson. I'm not letting you get away that easily."
"But --"
She sighed, and put her no-nonsense voice to full use. "Dick, I spent two hours prettying myself up. If you aren't going to enjoy I'm finding someone that will."
There was a long hesitation, and Babs took a good look at herself in the mirror.
She had searched long and hard for the perfect lingerie to make one, decidely stubborn, college boy fall flat at her feet. The silk was more expensive than she could really afford, but it hugged her in all the right places, and the blue really showed off her eyes.
He would cave, she knew Dick Grayson, and he would definitely cave.
Right about -- "Do you mind if I'm a bit late?" -- now.
She smiled. "Not at all, tiger."
Maybe later. When you're around to encourage.
Note: None of this has been edited. Mistakes are mine, to be pointed and laughed at. I am also lazy today. Rawr.
Prompt: Hair pulling.
Characters/Pairings: Dick/Tim
Toonverse.
He's never going to get over how... enthusiastic Tim is when it comes to this kind of thing.
They barely get through the door before he's launched himself at Dick, and they're kissing. Tim's hands are tangled in his hair, and he winces at a particularily sharp tug.
"Ease off, kid," he shoves.
Tim rolls his eyes, and puts on that too-sharp-to-be-innocent grin. "Like you aren't asking for it."
Dick laughs, startled, and Tim's left hand moved to his shoulder, pulling him down into another kiss.
He ignores the hand still pulling sharply at his hair. He probably *was* asking for it, knowing Tim.
Prompt: Toothpick.
Characters/Pairings: Tim, Bart
It used to be a matter of knowing where Impulse was at all times, to make sure he didn't misinterpret things he saw on television, or heard from Superboy, and try them out on unsuspecting victims.
Now that Bart was Kid Flash things were different. He had gained enough of a working knowledge of 21st century human life not to mistake fantasy for real life occurences, but Tim was finding that he still needed to be observed at all times.
He had been running routine checks on local area police reports in his room until noon.
Leaving his teammates to fend for themselves during that time was perhaps not the smartest move in the world.
He passed by Bart's door, flung wide open with the breeze of whatever Bart was doing inside, only to find him in the middle of a huge pile of toopicks. It was at least as tall as he was.
Tim let his cape settle around himself (for protection), and watched.
The toothpicks seemed to disappear before his eyes, reforming into something in the center of the pile he couldn't make out until they were halfway depeleted. It seemed to be a scale replica of the Eifle Tower. His eyebrow rose, and he frowned slightly.
When almost all the toothpicks were gone there was just Bart, crosslegged nest to the toothpick architecture with a calculating look in his eyes behind the mask.
He took a hesitant step forward, and cleared his throat.
"OhheyTim!" Bart looked away from the tower, and grinned at him. "Funny, the people on the DiY network said it would take three hundred seventeen more."
Tim didn't say anything, mentally filing away the information that Bart still needed to be kept track of, though for very different reasons.
Prompt: 3 AM hot chocolate.
Characters/Pairings: Steph, Cass
"Oh, *man*," Steph sighed in relief as she landed next to Cass on one of Gotham's high rooftops.
It was one of the nights where her knuckles were sore through the gloves, and she knew her hair was a mess under the hood and cowl. She grinned at Cass, knowing she could see, and taking the blank look she got in return for another smile.
"Difficult. Night?" Cass pronounced the first word phonectically, sounding out the word, and tacking the second on with no real connection to the first.
Steph grinned some more, and nodded. "Yeah. And you're really getting better!"
She yawned, and tucked her knees up against her chin, balancing on the edge of the roof in a way that would have scared the pants off her a couple years ago. So many things had changed, but it was totally for the better.
"Here." She looked back at Cass, who was holding out the top of a thermos with something warm and brown in it.
She took the little cup, gripping it in one hand. "What is it?"
"Chocolate!"
That was one word Cass didn't have to sound out, apparently. She pulled off her hood, and rolled up the edge of her cowl until she could sip at the stuff. As soon as the dark liquid touched her tongue she let out a sigh and a moan of delight.
"Don't tell me Batman made this." She would have to die a little if that were true.
Cass tilted her head, and she had pulled her own cowl up enough that Steph could see this smile. She was drinking from the thermos container. "Wasn't him."
"Oh," Steph said. "Alright then."
She went back to sipping her hot chocolate, and grinned again when Cass scooted close enough that they were touching. It might have been a hard night, but this was definitely the perfect end to it.
Prompt: Stockings.
Characters/Pairings: Tim/Bruce
He understood the necessity of undercover work in order to crack a case, or bring down a murderer that happened to be targeting young girls down on the East Side, but he had some trouble figuring out why Bruce needed him, specifically, as his escort to this party.
It was just another of Bruce Wayne's expensive soirées. There weren't even any planned crimes going down in the area.
He had long ago, possibly before he had met Bruce, known that there were certain aspects of the man he didn't want to examine in further. The part that deemed it was necessary for him to wear dark green stockings with the short, black evening gown he was 98% sure Alfred had a hand in choosing was one of them.
His hair was brushed back and away from his face in a manner that was surprisingly feminine with how short it was, and he was wearing just enough makeup to pass for one of the girls Bruce usually pulled out of the woodwork to accompany him.
It was honestly one of the things Tim tried not to pay attention to.
For many reasons.
The affect of the stockings' color on his legs was quite startling, though. Especially considering his costume did nothing to make his legs appear womanly, and the color was perhaps only three shades darker.
It wasn't something he would invesitage, but it was something to note.
Just as the string of pearls Bruce fastened around his neck, and the way his hands lingered seconds too long on his shoulders, was.
Prompt: Silk pajamas.
Characters/pairings: Dick/Babs
Toonverse.
"Look Babs, I just don't know if I'll be able to..."
Barbara rolled her eyes, and switched her phone from one hand to the other. "I don't think so Mister Grayson. I'm not letting you get away that easily."
"But --"
She sighed, and put her no-nonsense voice to full use. "Dick, I spent two hours prettying myself up. If you aren't going to enjoy I'm finding someone that will."
There was a long hesitation, and Babs took a good look at herself in the mirror.
She had searched long and hard for the perfect lingerie to make one, decidely stubborn, college boy fall flat at her feet. The silk was more expensive than she could really afford, but it hugged her in all the right places, and the blue really showed off her eyes.
He would cave, she knew Dick Grayson, and he would definitely cave.
Right about -- "Do you mind if I'm a bit late?" -- now.
She smiled. "Not at all, tiger."