Tabula Rasa, Wednesday patrol, near midnight ( Read more... )

Summary: On a cozy Sunday morning with Roy in January before genderswap, Dick wakes to the gift he has, the gift he is, and the gifts they haven't gotten yet. Rated: NC17 for the beginning; written with the assistance of sidekickhangovr before she left; Roy modded by permission.

( the gift is in the giving )

Tabula Rasa, New Year's Eve, a few minutes past midnight. Wind's driving the snow sideways...cutting through the layers of coat on top of tuxes. Not how I imagined spending this New Year's Eve. Not who I imagined spending it with. That part's okay though ( Read more... )

Do you think I don't remember?

One rope snaps. The other. Screams. My stomach twists like their bodies, falling with them. My eyes stretch so wide my sinuses hurt. Slipping through grasping hands and cries of "Dick, no!"

Can you really?Sawdust, salt and copper on my tongue. Fresh blood scent so thick I retch and retch. Unnatural angles. Glassy ( Read more... )

Sure, they're proving their identities, but come on. One deep secret, something no one else would know?

( canon justification for the ship )

Training ground, mid-afternoon. Just me and Roy. We both need the practice ( Read more... )

Tuesday night, Titans Treehouse. Game night. Or in Tim-talk, scheduled designated fun time. With clothes. The without clothes part comes later when he and Tim are alone. Or if Tim's not up for it - up for it, heh - then Monet or Jack or maybe (yeah right, Shortpants. Dream on.) Roy.

What? I'm in a mood.

Left notes in everyone's mailbox. ( Read more... )