And now for the next two fills for Novadiscord
Dick/Tim Nightwing and Flamebird
“What about Mocking Jay . . . or Night Owl?” Dick mused.
Tim sketched the new suit, one utility belt, maybe one on his thigh - Kon would appreciate that.
“Talon? Nah not your style,” Dick continued aimlessly.
Cowl or mask? Tim did drawings of both and decided the mask was better. The Dr. Mid-Night jokes needed to stop at some point.
“Cardinal . . . Redwing . . .Redbird . . . do you want to be named after your car?”
Tim crumpled up a third paper with the design of the cape and threw it in the waste paper basket. It needed to be more, bullet proof, flame proof, maybe allowing him to glide.
Dick -at the moment - was doing a one handed hand stand, rolled out of it and walked over to where Tim was sitting and looked over the sketches. “I got it, Flamebird!”
Nightwing and Flamebird . . .I like it,” Tim said as he leaned back against Dick.
Dick/Tim Supernatural
Dick looked over at the younger boy with the all too serious expression on his face. The boy -Tim - was beautiful and at that moment Dick wanted his attention more than anything. He leaned back in his seat, his eyes drifting around the room to what he could possible use to draw the boy's interest. A candle glowed near him on a side table, Dick grinned and pulled it toward him making enough noise to get Tim's attention.
He waved his hands over the flame, Tim rolling his eyes at Dick's theatrics, Dick just grinned wider and scooped up the flame and held it in the palm of his hand. Tim's eyes widened a fraction as Dick moved his hand, making the little light roll and glide across his hand, making it dance across his fingers, his hand not being harmed in the slightest.
Tim leaned closer trying to figure out Dick's trick. The older one couldn't resist a laugh and with thumb and forefinger stretched the flame till a figure emerged from it. The little figure waved at Tim before breaking out into a dance, it spun and leaped and rolled and spun, finally blowing a kiss to Tim.
“How?” Tim asked
“Magic,” Dick whispered.
“What about Mocking Jay . . . or Night Owl?” Dick mused.
Tim sketched the new suit, one utility belt, maybe one on his thigh - Kon would appreciate that.
“Talon? Nah not your style,” Dick continued aimlessly.
Cowl or mask? Tim did drawings of both and decided the mask was better. The Dr. Mid-Night jokes needed to stop at some point.
“Cardinal . . . Redwing . . .Redbird . . . do you want to be named after your car?”
Tim crumpled up a third paper with the design of the cape and threw it in the waste paper basket. It needed to be more, bullet proof, flame proof, maybe allowing him to glide.
Dick -at the moment - was doing a one handed hand stand, rolled out of it and walked over to where Tim was sitting and looked over the sketches. “I got it, Flamebird!”
Nightwing and Flamebird . . .I like it,” Tim said as he leaned back against Dick.
Dick/Tim Supernatural
Dick looked over at the younger boy with the all too serious expression on his face. The boy -Tim - was beautiful and at that moment Dick wanted his attention more than anything. He leaned back in his seat, his eyes drifting around the room to what he could possible use to draw the boy's interest. A candle glowed near him on a side table, Dick grinned and pulled it toward him making enough noise to get Tim's attention.
He waved his hands over the flame, Tim rolling his eyes at Dick's theatrics, Dick just grinned wider and scooped up the flame and held it in the palm of his hand. Tim's eyes widened a fraction as Dick moved his hand, making the little light roll and glide across his hand, making it dance across his fingers, his hand not being harmed in the slightest.
Tim leaned closer trying to figure out Dick's trick. The older one couldn't resist a laugh and with thumb and forefinger stretched the flame till a figure emerged from it. The little figure waved at Tim before breaking out into a dance, it spun and leaped and rolled and spun, finally blowing a kiss to Tim.
“How?” Tim asked
“Magic,” Dick whispered.