Fic (DCFFA): 9 o'Clock News
Title: 9 o’ Clock News
Author: angel_gidget
Claim: Tim Drake/Cassie Sandsmark
Characters/Pairing: Tim/Cassie
Rating: PG
Word Count: 375
Prompt: #41. Meat Hook
Summary: It all seems random, but she has a reason..
Disclaimer: Me no own.
Author's Notes/Warnings: Done for dcu_freeforall. Table found here.
He's hanging among the meat hooks and slabs of dead cow along with the rest of the hostages. It's a sick and twisted image, even for the Gotham 9 o' clock news. Cassie doesn't quite know what possessed her to pay for the extra channel. Titans don't ask other Titans about what happens back home. They just don't. What happens in Gotham stays in Gotham. It's not like Tim comes and bugs her when she's in Washington doing her Drusila routine... except for that one time which doesn't count. And it's not like he wasn't more welcome than she pretended he was.
The scoop so far is all video feed submitted by the kidnapper. Ten children of Gotham's filthy-richest, all ready for slaughter if demands aren't met. Tim's just taking advantage of his big name to track down a psycho again. Get swallowed by the snake. Strike at it from inside the stomach. Very sneaky, very devious, very Robin.
She knows with perfect experience and clarity that he is more than capable of pulling it off. That's why she can't quite figure out why her breath is coming so shortly. One other kid starts to struggle and, in his movement, swings in front of the camera obscuring the view for a moment. When he swings back, Tim is gone. On the move.
Cassie finally breathes again.
When Tim shows up at Titan’s Tower two days later, he doesn’t seem to know why she’s angry. Yet, he uses it against their enemies, directing her to coordinate her attacks with Rose. When her anger runs out, and she’s hauling him against the tower lockers, kissing him desperately and clutching at his hip through the kevlar, he doesn’t know where that comes from either. But he reaches for the panel behind him and locks the system, making sure they won’t be interrupted until the alarm drags them both to the war room again.
By the time the sun is long set, and Sunday afternoon technically becomes Monday morning, things seem tenuously right between them. He’s safe; she’s calm. She looks back at him one last time, leaving in his jet, before she makes her own flight home.
Things remain like that… until she switches on the news again.
Author: angel_gidget
Claim: Tim Drake/Cassie Sandsmark
Characters/Pairing: Tim/Cassie
Rating: PG
Word Count: 375
Prompt: #41. Meat Hook
Summary: It all seems random, but she has a reason..
Disclaimer: Me no own.
Author's Notes/Warnings: Done for dcu_freeforall. Table found here.
He's hanging among the meat hooks and slabs of dead cow along with the rest of the hostages. It's a sick and twisted image, even for the Gotham 9 o' clock news. Cassie doesn't quite know what possessed her to pay for the extra channel. Titans don't ask other Titans about what happens back home. They just don't. What happens in Gotham stays in Gotham. It's not like Tim comes and bugs her when she's in Washington doing her Drusila routine... except for that one time which doesn't count. And it's not like he wasn't more welcome than she pretended he was.
The scoop so far is all video feed submitted by the kidnapper. Ten children of Gotham's filthy-richest, all ready for slaughter if demands aren't met. Tim's just taking advantage of his big name to track down a psycho again. Get swallowed by the snake. Strike at it from inside the stomach. Very sneaky, very devious, very Robin.
She knows with perfect experience and clarity that he is more than capable of pulling it off. That's why she can't quite figure out why her breath is coming so shortly. One other kid starts to struggle and, in his movement, swings in front of the camera obscuring the view for a moment. When he swings back, Tim is gone. On the move.
Cassie finally breathes again.
When Tim shows up at Titan’s Tower two days later, he doesn’t seem to know why she’s angry. Yet, he uses it against their enemies, directing her to coordinate her attacks with Rose. When her anger runs out, and she’s hauling him against the tower lockers, kissing him desperately and clutching at his hip through the kevlar, he doesn’t know where that comes from either. But he reaches for the panel behind him and locks the system, making sure they won’t be interrupted until the alarm drags them both to the war room again.
By the time the sun is long set, and Sunday afternoon technically becomes Monday morning, things seem tenuously right between them. He’s safe; she’s calm. She looks back at him one last time, leaving in his jet, before she makes her own flight home.
Things remain like that… until she switches on the news again.