Fic (DCFFA): Tanglers
Title: Tanglers
Author: angel_gidget
Claim: Tim Drake/Cassie Sandsmark
Characters/Pairing: Tim/Cassie
Rating: PG
Word Count: 288
Prompt: #14: Grenade
Summary: It's hard to talk about work when you're a Titan.
Disclaimer: Me no own.
Author's Notes/Warnings: Done for dcu_freeforall. Table found here.
It isn't a long mission as far as Titan's missions go, but it's been a tiring one. Cassie feels a soreness that seems to reach right down to her bones. She can only imagine what the human members of the team are suffering. She can only imagine what Tim is suffering. She wants to talk to him. Talking about work seems sensible, but talking about how much pain they're all in just seems depressing...
"Those were new weapons, right? Those gum-ball things? They seemed to come in handy."
Success. Tim seems to perk up at the question.
"The tangler-grenades? No. They're old, actually. I excluded them from my arsenal a long time ago, and decided to bring them back."
"Why'd you let go of them?...if you don't mind my asking."
"They were designed to keep men with pistols from shooting. The tangler would hit the barrel and cause any explosion to backfire on the shooter. But one day, I met a guy just crazy enough to shoot anyway. He lost his hand and it turned into a whole... thing."
"Sounds like an arch-nemesis origin story from the way you say it."
"You have no idea."
"He didn't... hurt you... did he? Long-term, I mean."
He's smiling that humoring smile again. He thinks it's cute that she's grown protective of him. Well, screw it. They have something now, and she's got a right to be concerned.
"I'm alive and well right in front of you, Cassie."
It's more reassuring than it should be. There are too many who aren't alive, who aren't well.
As Cassie lifts him in her arms and flies for the T-jet, she sends a prayer of thanks that Tim is not one of them.
Author: angel_gidget
Claim: Tim Drake/Cassie Sandsmark
Characters/Pairing: Tim/Cassie
Rating: PG
Word Count: 288
Prompt: #14: Grenade
Summary: It's hard to talk about work when you're a Titan.
Disclaimer: Me no own.
Author's Notes/Warnings: Done for dcu_freeforall. Table found here.
It isn't a long mission as far as Titan's missions go, but it's been a tiring one. Cassie feels a soreness that seems to reach right down to her bones. She can only imagine what the human members of the team are suffering. She can only imagine what Tim is suffering. She wants to talk to him. Talking about work seems sensible, but talking about how much pain they're all in just seems depressing...
"Those were new weapons, right? Those gum-ball things? They seemed to come in handy."
Success. Tim seems to perk up at the question.
"The tangler-grenades? No. They're old, actually. I excluded them from my arsenal a long time ago, and decided to bring them back."
"Why'd you let go of them?...if you don't mind my asking."
"They were designed to keep men with pistols from shooting. The tangler would hit the barrel and cause any explosion to backfire on the shooter. But one day, I met a guy just crazy enough to shoot anyway. He lost his hand and it turned into a whole... thing."
"Sounds like an arch-nemesis origin story from the way you say it."
"You have no idea."
"He didn't... hurt you... did he? Long-term, I mean."
He's smiling that humoring smile again. He thinks it's cute that she's grown protective of him. Well, screw it. They have something now, and she's got a right to be concerned.
"I'm alive and well right in front of you, Cassie."
It's more reassuring than it should be. There are too many who aren't alive, who aren't well.
As Cassie lifts him in her arms and flies for the T-jet, she sends a prayer of thanks that Tim is not one of them.