[Drabble]
Player: rivin
Subject: Tim, Dick
Table: B
Prompt: 4 - Heavy
Tim was sure he'd carried Dick before. Dragged him out of a fire, away from a fight, something that involved holding him up and feeling his weight. So why, Tim wondered, did Dick feel so much heavier now?
The logical answer was easy enough to identify: Tim the Boy Wonder was now the Chick Wonder, and the Chick Wonder wasn't built nearly the same as the Boy. Tim had never imagined that she could be smaller than she already was; of course, something had to prove her wrong. It had seemed a maddening event, but Dick - like always, Dick made things more bearable. Well, maybe not always, but at least usually.
Tilting her head back, Tim peered up at the stars. They had a lot of gadgets, vehicles, poorly named toys, but when it came down to it, she was perfectly happy with the car collection Bruce had amassed over the years. It was in a sleek black corvette, one they'd all taken turns tinkering with in past years. She'd learned her way around an engine on this car, a basis for one of the older Batmobiles. The top was down, and she was thoroughly enjoying the view of the stars, one it was hard to get in and around the city. Even in the countryside surrounding Gotham, gas and lights obscured the stars in their brilliance.
Dick was half slumped over her side, and he was heavy; heavier than she could remember him being, though time tended to dull the memories she was trying to pull up. Maybe he wasn't that much heavier, maybe it was the same weight she'd first held up at thirteen, in that first disastrous rescue. Stars twinkled over her head, and Dick breathed steadily, stirring her hair. It didn't quite matter how heavy he was, she realized; the weight was a comfort she wouldn't trade away. Pressing back against him, she lightly took his arm and drew it forward to press around her stomach. It was only supposed to be a power nap - they had things to tend to in the city proper. Fires to put out, gangs to break up. But the Knight and Huntress could take care of things for a little while longer; Dick deserved a break, and Tim was more than happy to give it to him.
Subject: Tim, Dick
Table: B
Prompt: 4 - Heavy
Tim was sure he'd carried Dick before. Dragged him out of a fire, away from a fight, something that involved holding him up and feeling his weight. So why, Tim wondered, did Dick feel so much heavier now?
The logical answer was easy enough to identify: Tim the Boy Wonder was now the Chick Wonder, and the Chick Wonder wasn't built nearly the same as the Boy. Tim had never imagined that she could be smaller than she already was; of course, something had to prove her wrong. It had seemed a maddening event, but Dick - like always, Dick made things more bearable. Well, maybe not always, but at least usually.
Tilting her head back, Tim peered up at the stars. They had a lot of gadgets, vehicles, poorly named toys, but when it came down to it, she was perfectly happy with the car collection Bruce had amassed over the years. It was in a sleek black corvette, one they'd all taken turns tinkering with in past years. She'd learned her way around an engine on this car, a basis for one of the older Batmobiles. The top was down, and she was thoroughly enjoying the view of the stars, one it was hard to get in and around the city. Even in the countryside surrounding Gotham, gas and lights obscured the stars in their brilliance.
Dick was half slumped over her side, and he was heavy; heavier than she could remember him being, though time tended to dull the memories she was trying to pull up. Maybe he wasn't that much heavier, maybe it was the same weight she'd first held up at thirteen, in that first disastrous rescue. Stars twinkled over her head, and Dick breathed steadily, stirring her hair. It didn't quite matter how heavy he was, she realized; the weight was a comfort she wouldn't trade away. Pressing back against him, she lightly took his arm and drew it forward to press around her stomach. It was only supposed to be a power nap - they had things to tend to in the city proper. Fires to put out, gangs to break up. But the Knight and Huntress could take care of things for a little while longer; Dick deserved a break, and Tim was more than happy to give it to him.