Late afternoon was a good time to work on the potted plants Bart had managed to coax into growing in the bat's room. Bob was hard on his furniture, and the kind that grew back was better than the kind that had to be regularly replaced. He wasn't sure why the little guy loved the bitter, unpalatable grapes that seemed to be all that grew locally, ( Read more... )

Bart was finally done getting the sand for the sand-table he'd built for Tim's birthday. Towards the end, he hadn't thought he'd make it. The last bucket had weighed several orders of magnitude more than each of the ones before it, but he'd managed. Barely ( Read more... )

Bart had already started to stir when the sound of Bob welcoming Tim's return from patrol came from the room on the other side of the tree house. He knew that Robin came in the broad opening a lot of the time because it was easier to swing in than drop to the ground only to climb back up again. Robin was all about efficiency ( Read more... )

Bart knew he probably wouldn't be able to avoid Tim noting the significance of the date, especially with how the Island had decorated the public areas of the compound. The odd thing was, that was part of the reason he'd wanted to at least spend one meal off away from it all. Cooking had been harder than he'd expected, but it had worked out in the ( Read more... )

Her nose was cold. It was enough to be uncomfortable, but when she rolled over and could feel the pressure of- well, in her dreams it wasn't anything nearly so nice as the neatly embroidered quilts lying on her bed. On her fluffy, down bed. Jill sat bolt upright, her heart pounding in her throat as she stared at the wall; she had carefully ( Read more... )

The mornings were cold and crisp, even with the stove and the nest of blankets they slept in. Mornings brought the awareness that at some point in the night, Bart had curled around one or the other of the people he was sharing warmth with. He'd slept in Jill's hut a time or two before, but for some reason, she wasn't usually who his subconscious ( Read more... )

Bart was working on the treehouse, more out of a need to do something than because he actually cared whether it would be finished soon or not. Whatever happened, after Inertia, he doubted there was any reason he could be considered a Titan anymore. Now that Nita was awake, he didn't feel like he should stay there, reminding her of what happened ( Read more... )