Daring (Dick/Babs, PG, Toonverse)
Title: Daring
Author: Mimic
Characters/Pairings: Dick/Babs
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't play for keeps. DC owns them.
Notes: Even when the content isn't particularly happy, toonverse always makes me grin. Still working on getting my muse back.
Feedback: Love it.
Word Count: 300
It starts with a dare --
“I don’t know, Man Wonder. I’m not sure you can handle it.”
-- always has started with a dare, he could say, flipping from the bars and swiping the phone from its holder as he lands, cutting the speakerphone.
Barb chuckles, and his lips curl in some approximation of a smile. One of the ones that would make her punch him in the shoulder if she could reach, but over the phone it only makes her frown.
He can still see her doing it.
“That so?” and he’s the casual blend of intrigue and sarcasm.
It works perfectly, or it worked sometime in the past before everything got -- complicated is a good word, but a bad way to put it.
He’ll figure out something more clever when he has time to think.
“Mhm,” she’s staring at a computer screen, or maybe her reflection in the mirror, “Timmy could use the practice, after all.”
More of a dare, or maybe another one entirely.
His grin sharpens, and he switches the phone from his right hand to his left so he can tease at his bangs with his fingers. Barb is looking over her shoulder now, or leaning back in her chair.
Something purposefully vulnerable.
He lets his hand fall. “I thought you wanted subtle.”
“You’re right, I’m going from the wrong angle. Robins are never subtle.”
He really isn’t sure if that’s as insulting as it sounds, but. “I’m not Robin.”
Barb laughs, and he can hear the condescendence creeping through her voice, making it swell and change pitch. “I’ll believe that when I get the hard evidence.”
He frowns, and knows she knows he’s doing it, and how he’s doing it.
It never ends with a dare --
“ETA one hour and counting. Get ready, Batgirl.”
It starts with one.
Author: Mimic
Characters/Pairings: Dick/Babs
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't play for keeps. DC owns them.
Notes: Even when the content isn't particularly happy, toonverse always makes me grin. Still working on getting my muse back.
Feedback: Love it.
Word Count: 300
It starts with a dare --
“I don’t know, Man Wonder. I’m not sure you can handle it.”
-- always has started with a dare, he could say, flipping from the bars and swiping the phone from its holder as he lands, cutting the speakerphone.
Barb chuckles, and his lips curl in some approximation of a smile. One of the ones that would make her punch him in the shoulder if she could reach, but over the phone it only makes her frown.
He can still see her doing it.
“That so?” and he’s the casual blend of intrigue and sarcasm.
It works perfectly, or it worked sometime in the past before everything got -- complicated is a good word, but a bad way to put it.
He’ll figure out something more clever when he has time to think.
“Mhm,” she’s staring at a computer screen, or maybe her reflection in the mirror, “Timmy could use the practice, after all.”
More of a dare, or maybe another one entirely.
His grin sharpens, and he switches the phone from his right hand to his left so he can tease at his bangs with his fingers. Barb is looking over her shoulder now, or leaning back in her chair.
Something purposefully vulnerable.
He lets his hand fall. “I thought you wanted subtle.”
“You’re right, I’m going from the wrong angle. Robins are never subtle.”
He really isn’t sure if that’s as insulting as it sounds, but. “I’m not Robin.”
Barb laughs, and he can hear the condescendence creeping through her voice, making it swell and change pitch. “I’ll believe that when I get the hard evidence.”
He frowns, and knows she knows he’s doing it, and how he’s doing it.
It never ends with a dare --
“ETA one hour and counting. Get ready, Batgirl.”
It starts with one.