Fic: On the Subject of Using Boyfriends as Bait
Title: On the Subject Of Using Boyfriends as Bait
Characters: Tim Drake, Zachary Zatara
Rating: PG
Warnings: None, unless you count Zat being snarky.
Word Count:
Author's Notes: For Bek's comment fic prompt here. It got too big, oops.
Zat peers cautiously around a corner and hopes there are no ninjas hiding in wait for him. The place is deserted though, so he steps out from his hiding place behind a large crate and makes his way to the centre of the warehouse. Tim is somewhere above him, flitting along the support beams and apparently looking for something in particular. Last time Zat saw him he had a palm pilot in his hand and was tracking some signal.
"You do realize that this place is completely empty right?" Zat comments and then regrets it, his voice seeming far too loud in the warehouse.
Something hisses in the dark, and Zat tries to convince himself that it's just Tim shushing him, but when the hiss is followed by a loud bang all his hopes are dashed. He turns to the sound just in time to see a huge creature break out of a crate. It growls, then stares at Zat.
Zat runs. His dress shoes slipping on the concrete floor and he stumbles more than once, having to steady himself on a crate or with a hand against the floor as the creature chases him.
"Tim! A little help?" Zat shrieks as a claw swipes over his head.
The air is knocked out of him as a strong arm wraps around his waist and pulls him into the air. Zat scrambles to get a purchase on Tim but just ends up with a fistful of cape. He scowls at it.
"You told me this was simple recon!" Zat yells at him as they land on a stack of crates.
"It is, I had suspected something was being stored here," Tim replies casually and starts to check over his supplies.
"You didn't say you suspected monsters! You have to tell me when you suspect monsters!" Zat continues, his voice slightly hysterical.
"Zat, calm down," Tim says and Zat notes he is using his Robin-voice, "You aren't scared of one little monster, are you?"
"I'm not scared," Zat snaps back, "It just so happens that I don't, actually, want to be eaten by monsters, Timothy."
"Well we can't always have what we want," Tim mutters back as he pulls out a batarang and yet another palm pilot.
"What are you doing?" Zat asks warily.
"Planning," Tim answers absently.
Without warning, Zat finds Tim's arms around his waist again, and then he's deposited on the ground somewhere in the warehouse. Tim whistles, loudly, and then disappears back into the air.
"What are you doing!?" Zat shouts after the red and black blur.
"Testing a theory," Tim's reply is faint and then it comes in through the comm device in Zat's ear, "You, ah, might want to run."
Just as Zat is about to heed Tim's warning, the creature rounds the corner and lunges at him. Zat ducks out of the way of the huge jaws and runs past the monster. It takes a while to turn around, but it's back after Zat in only a few moments, and Zat's slight lead is lost.
"You know that thing I do with my tongue Timothy? I AM NEVER DOING IT AGAIN!" Zat shouts, his breath ragged, "And! AND! I am telling Bruce what we did in the Batmobile! AND I'M TELLING ALFRED WHAT WE DID IN THE PANTRY! You are going to pay for this."
The monster snaps it's jaws above Zat's head and he shrieks, crouching low to avoid the sharp teeth and skittering into a narrow passage.
"You still with me Z?" Tim calls from somewhere above and he sounds amused.
"If I live through this I am going to kill you!" Zat threatens.
"You could just make it stop?" Tim suggests, his tone flippant.
"Make it stop? Make it stop! Do I need to remind you that I CAN'T WORK MAGIC ON LIVING THINGS?" Zat screams back.
"Just try it," Tim's voice suddenly becomes serious, "Trust me Z."
Zat sighs, and in his distraction, stumbles over a piece of machinery, landing on his back and facing the way he came. The monster is only a few feet away from him and his heart is hammering in his chest. It growls again, then pounces.
"POTS!" Zat shouts, throwing one hand out to channel the magic.
The monster stills in front of him, its snarling jaws close enough that Zat could reach out and touch it. He whimpers and falls back onto the ground. He looks up though when there is a metallic clang, and sees Tim crouching on the creature's back, his head disappearing into it's fur.
"What are you doing?" Zat asks with a sigh.
Tim's head reappears, with a bunch of wires clenched between his teeth so that his reply is mumbled, "S'a r'bot."
"I can see that now, why didn't you tell me sooner and I could have stopped it straight away?" Zat says and returns to lying down.
"It was being controlled remotely, I needed time to track the signal," Tim answers, jumping down to stand above Zat.
"I hate this job," Zat mutters, Tim grins at him, "And I hate you."
"I love you," Tim tells him with a smirk.
"We're not friends anymore, go away and let me finish having my panic attack in peace," Zat responds.
Tim shrugs, nudges him with his foot, and then jumps back up to inspect the robot.
"Stupid Bat," Zat mutters and closes his eyes to wait for Tim to finish. He's not standing up unless Tim drags him up. It's not the best revenge but it will have to do.
For now.
Characters: Tim Drake, Zachary Zatara
Rating: PG
Warnings: None, unless you count Zat being snarky.
Word Count:
Author's Notes: For Bek's comment fic prompt here. It got too big, oops.
Zat peers cautiously around a corner and hopes there are no ninjas hiding in wait for him. The place is deserted though, so he steps out from his hiding place behind a large crate and makes his way to the centre of the warehouse. Tim is somewhere above him, flitting along the support beams and apparently looking for something in particular. Last time Zat saw him he had a palm pilot in his hand and was tracking some signal.
"You do realize that this place is completely empty right?" Zat comments and then regrets it, his voice seeming far too loud in the warehouse.
Something hisses in the dark, and Zat tries to convince himself that it's just Tim shushing him, but when the hiss is followed by a loud bang all his hopes are dashed. He turns to the sound just in time to see a huge creature break out of a crate. It growls, then stares at Zat.
Zat runs. His dress shoes slipping on the concrete floor and he stumbles more than once, having to steady himself on a crate or with a hand against the floor as the creature chases him.
"Tim! A little help?" Zat shrieks as a claw swipes over his head.
The air is knocked out of him as a strong arm wraps around his waist and pulls him into the air. Zat scrambles to get a purchase on Tim but just ends up with a fistful of cape. He scowls at it.
"You told me this was simple recon!" Zat yells at him as they land on a stack of crates.
"It is, I had suspected something was being stored here," Tim replies casually and starts to check over his supplies.
"You didn't say you suspected monsters! You have to tell me when you suspect monsters!" Zat continues, his voice slightly hysterical.
"Zat, calm down," Tim says and Zat notes he is using his Robin-voice, "You aren't scared of one little monster, are you?"
"I'm not scared," Zat snaps back, "It just so happens that I don't, actually, want to be eaten by monsters, Timothy."
"Well we can't always have what we want," Tim mutters back as he pulls out a batarang and yet another palm pilot.
"What are you doing?" Zat asks warily.
"Planning," Tim answers absently.
Without warning, Zat finds Tim's arms around his waist again, and then he's deposited on the ground somewhere in the warehouse. Tim whistles, loudly, and then disappears back into the air.
"What are you doing!?" Zat shouts after the red and black blur.
"Testing a theory," Tim's reply is faint and then it comes in through the comm device in Zat's ear, "You, ah, might want to run."
Just as Zat is about to heed Tim's warning, the creature rounds the corner and lunges at him. Zat ducks out of the way of the huge jaws and runs past the monster. It takes a while to turn around, but it's back after Zat in only a few moments, and Zat's slight lead is lost.
"You know that thing I do with my tongue Timothy? I AM NEVER DOING IT AGAIN!" Zat shouts, his breath ragged, "And! AND! I am telling Bruce what we did in the Batmobile! AND I'M TELLING ALFRED WHAT WE DID IN THE PANTRY! You are going to pay for this."
The monster snaps it's jaws above Zat's head and he shrieks, crouching low to avoid the sharp teeth and skittering into a narrow passage.
"You still with me Z?" Tim calls from somewhere above and he sounds amused.
"If I live through this I am going to kill you!" Zat threatens.
"You could just make it stop?" Tim suggests, his tone flippant.
"Make it stop? Make it stop! Do I need to remind you that I CAN'T WORK MAGIC ON LIVING THINGS?" Zat screams back.
"Just try it," Tim's voice suddenly becomes serious, "Trust me Z."
Zat sighs, and in his distraction, stumbles over a piece of machinery, landing on his back and facing the way he came. The monster is only a few feet away from him and his heart is hammering in his chest. It growls again, then pounces.
"POTS!" Zat shouts, throwing one hand out to channel the magic.
The monster stills in front of him, its snarling jaws close enough that Zat could reach out and touch it. He whimpers and falls back onto the ground. He looks up though when there is a metallic clang, and sees Tim crouching on the creature's back, his head disappearing into it's fur.
"What are you doing?" Zat asks with a sigh.
Tim's head reappears, with a bunch of wires clenched between his teeth so that his reply is mumbled, "S'a r'bot."
"I can see that now, why didn't you tell me sooner and I could have stopped it straight away?" Zat says and returns to lying down.
"It was being controlled remotely, I needed time to track the signal," Tim answers, jumping down to stand above Zat.
"I hate this job," Zat mutters, Tim grins at him, "And I hate you."
"I love you," Tim tells him with a smirk.
"We're not friends anymore, go away and let me finish having my panic attack in peace," Zat responds.
Tim shrugs, nudges him with his foot, and then jumps back up to inspect the robot.
"Stupid Bat," Zat mutters and closes his eyes to wait for Tim to finish. He's not standing up unless Tim drags him up. It's not the best revenge but it will have to do.
For now.