been busy
last week was so totally not worth updating on. Easter stunk like sewage, mom dad and my bro decided to wage war all weekend, and I had to hear about it, my manager was being a total prick... two of them, one of which i like. She was admittedly pms-y though, so I'll forgive her. School was, well, school.
My best guy friend broke up with his girlfriend. He then admitted to having a crush on my other friend, who is currently happy with her boyfriend, but about six or so months ago, had a crush on my guy friend. Fun to watch...
I ODed on comics and fanfiction all week, and enjoyed it. Is it a bad thing if from reading all of it, both canon and not, that I find Green Arrow and Batman to be the most responsible senior partners? Don't get me wrong, I don't know what Wonder Woman does for Cassie, but as far as I can figure out, Superman dumped Kon in Smallville, and Bart seems to be working with everyone, but Flash...
Oh well, I posted a new fic so hopefully you'll enjoy and comment? Please?
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the characters within, they belong to DC.
I’m just getting into the Batverse, and am not sure I have their voices right yet. Any criticism is welcome compliments as well. Minor spoilers for Infinite Crisis. Kind of A/U I guess.
He was sick of it. Everyone, except criminals, seemed to think he needed to be protected. Yes, he was an orphan with his step-mom in a psychiatric hospital. Yes, he’d lost his father, friend and girlfriend just a few months ago. Yes, he’d lost his best friend just recently. (For now anyway)That didn’t make him delicate, liable to break, anymore than he usually was. He was as capable as ever, and wanted to be treated as such. He didn’t need safeguarding, special treatment, or even extra cookies. Not that he’d say no to extra cookies, just that he didn’t need them. He just wanted to be treated like normal.
Either that, or left alone. Left alone would be perfectly fine. He needed a break. Not a vacation, those never seemed to work out well. Just a break; a time for him to make plans without constantly having to reassure everyone that he was completely functional.
“Batman taught you to guard your perimeter better than that,” Red Hood stepped out of the shadows.
“Maybe I was hoping for company,” Tim slipped his mask on, as he spun around on his computer chair.
“Foolish,” Red Hood stared into him. “Want to die little Robin?”
He was really sick of the jokes about his height. He sighed and stood up. A fight with the former Robin might just be the cure he needed.
“Not particularly in the mood to die tonight,” Robin replied. “So we’re to fight?”
“Only if you can catch me,” Red Hood challenged. He shot a grapple into the night, and jumped out the window. Robin shook his head and followed. Batman had given him the night off, so he didn’t have anything to do that needed immediate attention.
Fifteen minutes into the chase, he realized Red Hood seems to be leading him into something. He caught up just as Red Hood landed on a rooftop.
“What are you up to?” Robin asked.
“Heard through the grapevine, a major drug deal was going down tonight,” Red Hood scanned the area below. “None of his people were in the area.
“Why don’t you just kill them?” Robin asked curiously. Red Hood didn’t answer. Robin turned to watch, mentally checking through his supplies. His smoke bombs should last the night, though he would need a refill tomorrow. Batarangs and grapple line are in stock though.
Just as the drugs were about to exchange hands, he swooped down and commenced with the ass-kicking. He knew Red Hood was above, but he didn’t seem to be in the mood to join the party. Finally, he zip stripped the dealers, called it in, and headed towards his place, Red Hood following silently behind.
“Why?” Robin asked landing in his room.
“Shirt off, one of them caught you,” Red Hood didn’t answer again. Robin noted that he was indeed bleeding.
“It’s not serious,” Robin shrugged.
“Right, would Al let you get away with that? Shirt off, mask can stay on, I don’t care,” Red Hood replied. Robin sighed, and slipped his armor off. Red Hood located the first aid kit easily once again demonstrating his training from Batman and cleaned out the wound. It didn’t seem to require stitches, just a bandage. His hands are gentle and warm against Robin’s exposed skin, the calluses almost familiar. He took care of it quickly but completely and went over the rest of Robin while Robin sat and thought on the chair.
“You’ll survive,” Red Hood moved back towards the window.
“Jason, why?” Robin asked. “Why did you do that? Why did you help me?” Red Hood stood still, as if contemplating the answer he’d give. Or if he’d give an answer.
“Once a Robin of Gotham, always a Robin of Gotham,” he finally answered and flew off into the dark night. Robin smirked and went back to his calculations.
My best guy friend broke up with his girlfriend. He then admitted to having a crush on my other friend, who is currently happy with her boyfriend, but about six or so months ago, had a crush on my guy friend. Fun to watch...
I ODed on comics and fanfiction all week, and enjoyed it. Is it a bad thing if from reading all of it, both canon and not, that I find Green Arrow and Batman to be the most responsible senior partners? Don't get me wrong, I don't know what Wonder Woman does for Cassie, but as far as I can figure out, Superman dumped Kon in Smallville, and Bart seems to be working with everyone, but Flash...
Oh well, I posted a new fic so hopefully you'll enjoy and comment? Please?
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the characters within, they belong to DC.
I’m just getting into the Batverse, and am not sure I have their voices right yet. Any criticism is welcome compliments as well. Minor spoilers for Infinite Crisis. Kind of A/U I guess.
He was sick of it. Everyone, except criminals, seemed to think he needed to be protected. Yes, he was an orphan with his step-mom in a psychiatric hospital. Yes, he’d lost his father, friend and girlfriend just a few months ago. Yes, he’d lost his best friend just recently. (For now anyway)That didn’t make him delicate, liable to break, anymore than he usually was. He was as capable as ever, and wanted to be treated as such. He didn’t need safeguarding, special treatment, or even extra cookies. Not that he’d say no to extra cookies, just that he didn’t need them. He just wanted to be treated like normal.
Either that, or left alone. Left alone would be perfectly fine. He needed a break. Not a vacation, those never seemed to work out well. Just a break; a time for him to make plans without constantly having to reassure everyone that he was completely functional.
“Batman taught you to guard your perimeter better than that,” Red Hood stepped out of the shadows.
“Maybe I was hoping for company,” Tim slipped his mask on, as he spun around on his computer chair.
“Foolish,” Red Hood stared into him. “Want to die little Robin?”
He was really sick of the jokes about his height. He sighed and stood up. A fight with the former Robin might just be the cure he needed.
“Not particularly in the mood to die tonight,” Robin replied. “So we’re to fight?”
“Only if you can catch me,” Red Hood challenged. He shot a grapple into the night, and jumped out the window. Robin shook his head and followed. Batman had given him the night off, so he didn’t have anything to do that needed immediate attention.
Fifteen minutes into the chase, he realized Red Hood seems to be leading him into something. He caught up just as Red Hood landed on a rooftop.
“What are you up to?” Robin asked.
“Heard through the grapevine, a major drug deal was going down tonight,” Red Hood scanned the area below. “None of his people were in the area.
“Why don’t you just kill them?” Robin asked curiously. Red Hood didn’t answer. Robin turned to watch, mentally checking through his supplies. His smoke bombs should last the night, though he would need a refill tomorrow. Batarangs and grapple line are in stock though.
Just as the drugs were about to exchange hands, he swooped down and commenced with the ass-kicking. He knew Red Hood was above, but he didn’t seem to be in the mood to join the party. Finally, he zip stripped the dealers, called it in, and headed towards his place, Red Hood following silently behind.
“Why?” Robin asked landing in his room.
“Shirt off, one of them caught you,” Red Hood didn’t answer again. Robin noted that he was indeed bleeding.
“It’s not serious,” Robin shrugged.
“Right, would Al let you get away with that? Shirt off, mask can stay on, I don’t care,” Red Hood replied. Robin sighed, and slipped his armor off. Red Hood located the first aid kit easily once again demonstrating his training from Batman and cleaned out the wound. It didn’t seem to require stitches, just a bandage. His hands are gentle and warm against Robin’s exposed skin, the calluses almost familiar. He took care of it quickly but completely and went over the rest of Robin while Robin sat and thought on the chair.
“You’ll survive,” Red Hood moved back towards the window.
“Jason, why?” Robin asked. “Why did you do that? Why did you help me?” Red Hood stood still, as if contemplating the answer he’d give. Or if he’d give an answer.
“Once a Robin of Gotham, always a Robin of Gotham,” he finally answered and flew off into the dark night. Robin smirked and went back to his calculations.