Last Four Tim Drabbles, whoohoo!
Title: There'll Be Pie
Author: Lara
Fandom: DC Comics
Rating: PG
Content: not much
Word Count: 226
Summary: Set in the past in a happier moment.
Disclaimer: Don't own DC; if I did, Slade, who isn't in this fic, would never be so stupidly black and white, and Tim wouldn't be suicidal due to people dying on him. (And maybe he'd get laid.)
Distribution: My site eventually; all others, please ask.
A/N: Written for 64damn_prompts for prompt #10, lull and storm
Even in Gotham crime comes in waves and it is during a momentary peaceful ebb that Tim sits with Dick atop Wayne Towers munching on one of Alfred's delicious ham sandwiches--just the right amount of coarse mustard on homemade wheat bread--and scanning the horizon.
Dick chuckles.
"What?"
"Ever vigilant."
Tim frowns. "Yeah, so?"
"Mini-bat."
Tim haphazardly swats at his brother, making the older man laugh again as he ducks.
"Just wait, Timmy. The peace and quiet never lasts long." He takes a tupperware container from his pack. "Hopefully long enough for us to share this." He removes the lid.
The aroma makes Tim salivate and stuff the rest of the sandwich in his mouth. "Alfred's key lime pie?" he mumbles around the bread and ham.
Dick hands him a plastic fork and digs the second one into the tasty treat. Just as he raises the fork to his mouth, the alert goes off in both their ears.
Robbery in progress at the art museum.
"Dang," Tim mutters and quickly snags one bite of pie before Dick reseals the container.
"It'll wait."
"I'm not sure my taste buds will survive the deprivation."
"Think of it as incentive," Dick grins as they both rise to their feet to throw themselves once more into battle.
The quiet is over, but come morning there'll be pie.
It's enough.
End
Title: Stirring Like A Bird
Author: Lara
Fandom: DC Comics
Rating: PG
Content: happy joy joy
Word Count: 129
Summary: Please let this happen soon
Disclaimer: Don't own DC; if I did, Slade, who isn't in this fic, would never be so stupidly black and white, and Tim wouldn't be suicidal due to people dying on him. (And maybe he'd get laid.)
Distribution: My site eventually; all others, please ask.
A/N: Written for 64damn_prompts for prompt #42, hope is the thing with feathers
When Tim sees his best friend standing on the doorstep looking a bit nervous, a bit afraid, he feels it stir inside him for the first time in two years.
A flutter in his heart, a warmth in the pit of his stomach.
Hope.
With a cry of shock and need and love, he flings himself at Kon, wrapping around him, babbling and crying. Kon stiffens for a moment, his hands only light on Tim's back, and then he's clinging, too, crying, too.
"You came back, you came back."
"Yeah, we do that, y'know."
Both boys laugh through their tears and Tim tries not to look a gift horse in the mouth, tries not to be too hopeful.
But...who'll be next?
Because, Kon's right, they do come back.
End
Title: Maybe Somewhere They're Girls
Author: Lara
Fandom: DC Comics
Rating: PG
Content: weirdness
Word Count: 135
Summary: I couldn't figure out what to do with this one so I went literal...briefly
Disclaimer: Don't own DC; if I did, Slade, who isn't in this fic, would never be so stupidly black and white, and Tim wouldn't be suicidal due to people dying on him. (And maybe he'd get laid.)
Distribution: My site eventually; all others, please ask.
A/N: Written for 64damn_prompts for prompt #47, every you, every me
"Placebo."
"What?"
"The song, 'Every you, Every me', except they reverse the words in the lyrics which I've never understood."
Tim stares at Jaime. "I meant, the fifty two earths, and the fifty two other you and mes. Although it's quite possible that we don't exist on every one of the parallel earths."
Jaime stares at Tim, then snorts, "Man, you are such a geek."
"So I've been told."
"Cute for a geek, though." Jaime pulls Tim in for a quick kiss. "So, you think on these fifty two other earths we're macking on each other?"
Tim smirks. "Probably on a few. Maybe you're a girl on one of them."
"Why do I have to be the girl?" Jaime complains, then brightens, "Maybe we're both girls."
"Wanna pillow fight?" Tim laughs and kisses him again.
End
Title: Full Circle
Author: Lara
Fandom: DC Comics
Rating: PG
Content: angst
Word Count: 232
Summary: Set in the future, Tim makes a choice, just like Bruce before him
Disclaimer: Don't own DC; if I did, Slade, who isn't in this fic, would never be so stupidly black and white, and Tim wouldn't be suicidal due to people dying on him. (And maybe he'd get laid.)
Distribution: My site eventually; all others, please ask.
A/N: Written for 64damn_prompts for prompt #56, the beginning is the end is the beginning
Full circle.
It began with a cave full of bats and a glimmer of an idea born in the mind of a child. It grew from an obsession for justice and a city crying for a savior.
A broken boy grew up swearing no one else would break.
Money and technology and training and with a swirl of black an anti-hero was born.
In a cave full of bats.
Full circle.
That man is gone and three stand in the cave with the bats sleeping overhead. Young men, too young for the burden thrust upon them, but the city cries for its savior to return, and that original man was young once, too.
Despite his promise, they have all been broken.
Like him, it made them stronger.
But there is only one like him.
The eldest is too full of light. To take on the mantle will kill him.
The middle one is too full of anger. To save the city he'll take it too far into darkness.
The youngest...
Full circle.
He is the one broken just enough to follow in his mentor's footsteps, to skirt the edges of darkness, to save the city while not losing himself.
He is only seventeen.
Too young in years, ancient in spirit.
He makes his choice and the eldest opens the case.
A swirl of black and it begins again.
Batman returns.
Full circle.
End
Author: Lara
Fandom: DC Comics
Rating: PG
Content: not much
Word Count: 226
Summary: Set in the past in a happier moment.
Disclaimer: Don't own DC; if I did, Slade, who isn't in this fic, would never be so stupidly black and white, and Tim wouldn't be suicidal due to people dying on him. (And maybe he'd get laid.)
Distribution: My site eventually; all others, please ask.
A/N: Written for 64damn_prompts for prompt #10, lull and storm
Even in Gotham crime comes in waves and it is during a momentary peaceful ebb that Tim sits with Dick atop Wayne Towers munching on one of Alfred's delicious ham sandwiches--just the right amount of coarse mustard on homemade wheat bread--and scanning the horizon.
Dick chuckles.
"What?"
"Ever vigilant."
Tim frowns. "Yeah, so?"
"Mini-bat."
Tim haphazardly swats at his brother, making the older man laugh again as he ducks.
"Just wait, Timmy. The peace and quiet never lasts long." He takes a tupperware container from his pack. "Hopefully long enough for us to share this." He removes the lid.
The aroma makes Tim salivate and stuff the rest of the sandwich in his mouth. "Alfred's key lime pie?" he mumbles around the bread and ham.
Dick hands him a plastic fork and digs the second one into the tasty treat. Just as he raises the fork to his mouth, the alert goes off in both their ears.
Robbery in progress at the art museum.
"Dang," Tim mutters and quickly snags one bite of pie before Dick reseals the container.
"It'll wait."
"I'm not sure my taste buds will survive the deprivation."
"Think of it as incentive," Dick grins as they both rise to their feet to throw themselves once more into battle.
The quiet is over, but come morning there'll be pie.
It's enough.
End
Title: Stirring Like A Bird
Author: Lara
Fandom: DC Comics
Rating: PG
Content: happy joy joy
Word Count: 129
Summary: Please let this happen soon
Disclaimer: Don't own DC; if I did, Slade, who isn't in this fic, would never be so stupidly black and white, and Tim wouldn't be suicidal due to people dying on him. (And maybe he'd get laid.)
Distribution: My site eventually; all others, please ask.
A/N: Written for 64damn_prompts for prompt #42, hope is the thing with feathers
When Tim sees his best friend standing on the doorstep looking a bit nervous, a bit afraid, he feels it stir inside him for the first time in two years.
A flutter in his heart, a warmth in the pit of his stomach.
Hope.
With a cry of shock and need and love, he flings himself at Kon, wrapping around him, babbling and crying. Kon stiffens for a moment, his hands only light on Tim's back, and then he's clinging, too, crying, too.
"You came back, you came back."
"Yeah, we do that, y'know."
Both boys laugh through their tears and Tim tries not to look a gift horse in the mouth, tries not to be too hopeful.
But...who'll be next?
Because, Kon's right, they do come back.
End
Title: Maybe Somewhere They're Girls
Author: Lara
Fandom: DC Comics
Rating: PG
Content: weirdness
Word Count: 135
Summary: I couldn't figure out what to do with this one so I went literal...briefly
Disclaimer: Don't own DC; if I did, Slade, who isn't in this fic, would never be so stupidly black and white, and Tim wouldn't be suicidal due to people dying on him. (And maybe he'd get laid.)
Distribution: My site eventually; all others, please ask.
A/N: Written for 64damn_prompts for prompt #47, every you, every me
"Placebo."
"What?"
"The song, 'Every you, Every me', except they reverse the words in the lyrics which I've never understood."
Tim stares at Jaime. "I meant, the fifty two earths, and the fifty two other you and mes. Although it's quite possible that we don't exist on every one of the parallel earths."
Jaime stares at Tim, then snorts, "Man, you are such a geek."
"So I've been told."
"Cute for a geek, though." Jaime pulls Tim in for a quick kiss. "So, you think on these fifty two other earths we're macking on each other?"
Tim smirks. "Probably on a few. Maybe you're a girl on one of them."
"Why do I have to be the girl?" Jaime complains, then brightens, "Maybe we're both girls."
"Wanna pillow fight?" Tim laughs and kisses him again.
End
Title: Full Circle
Author: Lara
Fandom: DC Comics
Rating: PG
Content: angst
Word Count: 232
Summary: Set in the future, Tim makes a choice, just like Bruce before him
Disclaimer: Don't own DC; if I did, Slade, who isn't in this fic, would never be so stupidly black and white, and Tim wouldn't be suicidal due to people dying on him. (And maybe he'd get laid.)
Distribution: My site eventually; all others, please ask.
A/N: Written for 64damn_prompts for prompt #56, the beginning is the end is the beginning
Full circle.
It began with a cave full of bats and a glimmer of an idea born in the mind of a child. It grew from an obsession for justice and a city crying for a savior.
A broken boy grew up swearing no one else would break.
Money and technology and training and with a swirl of black an anti-hero was born.
In a cave full of bats.
Full circle.
That man is gone and three stand in the cave with the bats sleeping overhead. Young men, too young for the burden thrust upon them, but the city cries for its savior to return, and that original man was young once, too.
Despite his promise, they have all been broken.
Like him, it made them stronger.
But there is only one like him.
The eldest is too full of light. To take on the mantle will kill him.
The middle one is too full of anger. To save the city he'll take it too far into darkness.
The youngest...
Full circle.
He is the one broken just enough to follow in his mentor's footsteps, to skirt the edges of darkness, to save the city while not losing himself.
He is only seventeen.
Too young in years, ancient in spirit.
He makes his choice and the eldest opens the case.
A swirl of black and it begins again.
Batman returns.
Full circle.
End