fic: Masquerade part 2
Title: Masquerade part 2
Author: darthbatgirl
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Characters: Roy/Tim, Dick, Damian, Jason, a little bit Bruce/Clark
Summary: The Wayne Foundation costume ball is underway, now the question is who dressed up as who?
Word Count: 904
Warnings: fluff, attempt at humor
A/N: Sequel to Masquerade, might want to read that part first.
The Wayne Manor ballroom was full of people dressed in colorful costumes. Countless number of Supermen, Wonder Women, Green Lantern milled around with a score of other “heroes” for the Wayne Foundation's costume ball. Bruce, dressed as Captain Marvel, played the perfect host spouting off a 'Holy Moly' as he flirted and posed for pictures.
Tim stood off to the side of the dance floor, his eyes darting here and there, keeping an eye on his brothers. Jason had taken to making the most awful puns he could think of, watching Damian eye develop a twitch and threatening to disembowel Jason for dishonoring his name. Between him and Dick they've prevented at least three fist fights from happening, but as usual for Dick he got side tracked by this or that person and Tim was alone on his brother watch.
“Now I always did wonder if Batman knew how to dance,” a voice came from behind Tim.
Tim's lips curled in a small smile as he recognized Roy Harper's voice, he turned around and laughed as he saw Roy standing there in the blue and gold of the Guardian's uniform. “I was not expecting you to dress up like that. Had imagined Green Arrow or maybe even Green Lantern.”
“Boring Timmy. Very boring, I'm a lot more creative than that,” Roy smirked. “Though I decided to keep it in the family. I'm sure Uncle Jim won't mind.”
“No I don't think he'd mind at all. You're breathtaking,” said Tim.
“Well I'd be hoping he'd use another word than breathtaking, but yeah I think he'd like it,” Roy chuckled softly as he placed a finger under Tim's chin and tilted his head up. “Nice cape, though I'd have love to see you in the Nightwing suit.”
“You'll have to talk to Alfred about that, he confiscated all of the pictures,”Tm smirked.
“Alfred has the pictures?” Roy asked giving a considering look.
Tim's smirk turned to a grin, “Yep, he was the one who decided that I'd make a better Batman. What's wrong?” asked Tim as he dropped his voice down to a whisper that only Roy could hear, “Is the world famous Red Arrow afraid of an English butler?”
“Darkseid's afraid of Alfred,” Roy returned in kind, “But for a look at you in the Nightwing suit . . I'd dare even Alfred's wrath for you.”
Tim grinned and gave Roy a kiss on the corner of his mouth for that. Roy grinned and caressed Tim's cheek softly before wrapping an arm around Tim's waist, “Now my dear Dark Knight shall we dance?”
“I don't know, I'm suppose to be making sure Jason and Damian don't kill each other.”
“Don't worry about them, Alfred's wrath remember?” Roy grinned as he swept Tim out onto the dance floor.
To the side of dance floor Bruce watched as Roy and Tim moved around the floor. His “Brucie” grin plastered on his face as he flirted with a Black Canary and a Zatanna, though a warmth filled his eyes as he watched his third son dance.
“They look good together,” came a voice from behind. Bruce looked behind him to see Clark standing there . . . dressed as Captain America?
Bruce raised and eyebrow in question but only smiled as he pulled Clark over closer, “Girls! This is my good friend Clark Kent from the Daily Planet!”
The girls giggled a greeting and eyed Clark's costume a bit. Bruce smiled charmingly at them as he gave them both a quick kiss on the cheek. “I got to catch up with Clark. See you girls later okay?' Without really waiting for an answer Bruce turned and lead Clark off into the crowd.
Bruce gave Clark a side long glance, “Captain America? Really?”
“You didn't say it had to be someone from our team after all,” Clark answered a slight smile crossing his face. “Wait till you see Diana, she decided to come as the Black Widow, she looks great.”
“Well, if you want my opinion, you fill it out nicely. You'll give Steve a run for his money,” Bruce said, smirking as he saw a slight blush to the Kryptonian's cheeks.
Clark coughed and looked anywhere but Bruce, “Uh . . nice cake,” waving to table that the replica of the Hall of Justice sat, “It looks more like a miniature statue rather than cake and fondant.”
“It was made by one of those celebrity bakers, Ace . . . something something,”
Before any more talk cake could happen a snarl of “You brat!” could be heard, soon followed by Damian darting through the crowd with Jason hot on his heels.
“Don't worry,” Dick called as he rushed by them. “I've got it covered. Hey Clark, great costume!”
Clark threw back his head and laughed and waved after Dick. He looked at Tim on the dance floor and at Dick, Jason, and Damian, “You know it's too bad you didn't get in the fun with the boys swapping costumes. Seeing you in the Nightwing suit would have been worth going up against Alfred.”
A feeling of deep satisfaction fill Clark as he saw Bruce gaping at him speechless as was the light blush on Bruce's cheeks.
Author: darthbatgirl
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Characters: Roy/Tim, Dick, Damian, Jason, a little bit Bruce/Clark
Summary: The Wayne Foundation costume ball is underway, now the question is who dressed up as who?
Word Count: 904
Warnings: fluff, attempt at humor
A/N: Sequel to Masquerade, might want to read that part first.
The Wayne Manor ballroom was full of people dressed in colorful costumes. Countless number of Supermen, Wonder Women, Green Lantern milled around with a score of other “heroes” for the Wayne Foundation's costume ball. Bruce, dressed as Captain Marvel, played the perfect host spouting off a 'Holy Moly' as he flirted and posed for pictures.
Tim stood off to the side of the dance floor, his eyes darting here and there, keeping an eye on his brothers. Jason had taken to making the most awful puns he could think of, watching Damian eye develop a twitch and threatening to disembowel Jason for dishonoring his name. Between him and Dick they've prevented at least three fist fights from happening, but as usual for Dick he got side tracked by this or that person and Tim was alone on his brother watch.
“Now I always did wonder if Batman knew how to dance,” a voice came from behind Tim.
Tim's lips curled in a small smile as he recognized Roy Harper's voice, he turned around and laughed as he saw Roy standing there in the blue and gold of the Guardian's uniform. “I was not expecting you to dress up like that. Had imagined Green Arrow or maybe even Green Lantern.”
“Boring Timmy. Very boring, I'm a lot more creative than that,” Roy smirked. “Though I decided to keep it in the family. I'm sure Uncle Jim won't mind.”
“No I don't think he'd mind at all. You're breathtaking,” said Tim.
“Well I'd be hoping he'd use another word than breathtaking, but yeah I think he'd like it,” Roy chuckled softly as he placed a finger under Tim's chin and tilted his head up. “Nice cape, though I'd have love to see you in the Nightwing suit.”
“You'll have to talk to Alfred about that, he confiscated all of the pictures,”Tm smirked.
“Alfred has the pictures?” Roy asked giving a considering look.
Tim's smirk turned to a grin, “Yep, he was the one who decided that I'd make a better Batman. What's wrong?” asked Tim as he dropped his voice down to a whisper that only Roy could hear, “Is the world famous Red Arrow afraid of an English butler?”
“Darkseid's afraid of Alfred,” Roy returned in kind, “But for a look at you in the Nightwing suit . . I'd dare even Alfred's wrath for you.”
Tim grinned and gave Roy a kiss on the corner of his mouth for that. Roy grinned and caressed Tim's cheek softly before wrapping an arm around Tim's waist, “Now my dear Dark Knight shall we dance?”
“I don't know, I'm suppose to be making sure Jason and Damian don't kill each other.”
“Don't worry about them, Alfred's wrath remember?” Roy grinned as he swept Tim out onto the dance floor.
To the side of dance floor Bruce watched as Roy and Tim moved around the floor. His “Brucie” grin plastered on his face as he flirted with a Black Canary and a Zatanna, though a warmth filled his eyes as he watched his third son dance.
“They look good together,” came a voice from behind. Bruce looked behind him to see Clark standing there . . . dressed as Captain America?
Bruce raised and eyebrow in question but only smiled as he pulled Clark over closer, “Girls! This is my good friend Clark Kent from the Daily Planet!”
The girls giggled a greeting and eyed Clark's costume a bit. Bruce smiled charmingly at them as he gave them both a quick kiss on the cheek. “I got to catch up with Clark. See you girls later okay?' Without really waiting for an answer Bruce turned and lead Clark off into the crowd.
Bruce gave Clark a side long glance, “Captain America? Really?”
“You didn't say it had to be someone from our team after all,” Clark answered a slight smile crossing his face. “Wait till you see Diana, she decided to come as the Black Widow, she looks great.”
“Well, if you want my opinion, you fill it out nicely. You'll give Steve a run for his money,” Bruce said, smirking as he saw a slight blush to the Kryptonian's cheeks.
Clark coughed and looked anywhere but Bruce, “Uh . . nice cake,” waving to table that the replica of the Hall of Justice sat, “It looks more like a miniature statue rather than cake and fondant.”
“It was made by one of those celebrity bakers, Ace . . . something something,”
Before any more talk cake could happen a snarl of “You brat!” could be heard, soon followed by Damian darting through the crowd with Jason hot on his heels.
“Don't worry,” Dick called as he rushed by them. “I've got it covered. Hey Clark, great costume!”
Clark threw back his head and laughed and waved after Dick. He looked at Tim on the dance floor and at Dick, Jason, and Damian, “You know it's too bad you didn't get in the fun with the boys swapping costumes. Seeing you in the Nightwing suit would have been worth going up against Alfred.”
A feeling of deep satisfaction fill Clark as he saw Bruce gaping at him speechless as was the light blush on Bruce's cheeks.