Various DCU Drabbles
Title: Cyclical
Characters: Stephanie Brown, Huntress
Word count: 100
Rating: PG
Orginally posted: here, for miakun
Stephanie was totally just about to take down the guy with the knife when a crossbow bolt hit him in the leg, sending him tumbling to the ground.
Huntress leapt down off the fire escape, giving Steph’s new uniform the look everyone else had - somewhere between disbelief and wariness.
Batman’s briefings on Huntress had been to the point. She was dangerous. Unpredictable. Should be discouraged.
Batman had undoubtedly had a similar speech about Spoiler that he gave to Tim, Cass.
She knew Batman was monitoring her. That he would be here soon.
Steph smiled at Huntress, bright and welcoming. “Thanks!”
*
Title: A Willing Pupil
Characters: Tim/Shiva
Word count: 100
Rating: PG
Orginally posted: here, for sockich
This time when she startles him out of sleep he does not misinterpret her intent.
He shies away, *thinking*. He worries about her intentions. Her destructive capabilities. Danger.
Himself.
She tells him that he will never achieve greatness if he does not learn to *act* - trust instinct - rather than *fret* until the opportunity has passed.
Appropriate and right and wrong seem very distant.
There is much that is prudent to learn, she says, about weakness. Battle. Triumph. Limitations. Awkwardness he’s yet to overcome. Hungers to understand, channel.
Shiva is a thorough teacher.
Tim is - abandoning hesitation, briefly - a willing pupil.
*
Title: Cheap Thrills
Characters: Steph/Jason
Word count: 150
Rating: PG
Orginally posted: here, for geeksicle_kezzy
Stephanie’s snuck out plenty before, but this is the first time her skirt’s been short enough and her lipstick bright enough to actually get *into* the club where the punk band’s playing.
She dances wildly, thankful she isn’t home (her dad’s out of prison again) when she slams into boy -all muscle and shadowed eyes - who doesn’t give an inch and who smiles invitingly at her.
They dance - he can move - and share a table in the shadows where the music pounds like a death rattle instead of a murder. He offers her a smoke but she takes a neck rub (amazing, she sighs) instead.
His accent is like her dad’s friends, but his smile isn’t.
His hand is warm around hers, makes her feel safe in the dark he’s completely comfortable in, and she just laughs when his other hand strokes at her skirt.
She never learns his name.
*
Title: Tolerable
Characters: Selina/Bruce
Word count: 100
Rating: PG
Orginally posted: here, for roguecatwoman
The only way to get through these parties, Selina thinks, is with a good stiff drink or three.
She isn’t precisely in the business anymore, but there was no sense in letting her connections - and knowledge - slip. So she prowls and learns and recklessly imbibes.
Bruce is across the room, plain tonic in hand, and she figures he needs the distraction as well.
Her sashay is unaffected, and if she isn’t as graceful a dancer as usual - well, Bruce will hardly mind her sliding against him a little more than necessary.
She’s just making the party tolerable for him, too.
*
Title: After Midnight
Characters: Tim/Steph
Word count: 100
Rating: PG
Orginally posted: here, for 1_900_mimicry
It was after midnight and Steph was staring out her window like some love-struck loser, wishing she was out helping. Fighting. Rescuing, instead of being the maiden-in-the-tower.
Her hand brushed her belly.
She couldn’t *sleep* and she just wanted to be kicking ass, instead of *stuck* here...
Robin was at her window. She grinned and clambered out the window, settling in her favorite think-spot. He hesitated - like he was gonna make her go inside - then perched beside her.
She rested her hand on his. He looked down and half-smiled.
She punched him softly. “Tell me about patrol.”
It helped, sorta.
*
Title: Sanctuary
Characters: Slade Wilson
Word count: 100
Rating: PG
Orginally posted: here, for katarik
The easiest access to the target is at the Immaculate Conception. He is shuttled back and forth between secure locations in armored cars, and the only time he is vulnerable is at the church itself.
Slade has promised to take down this mark. (The fierce-eyed widow handing him the check.)
He could walk inside, take down the mark cleanly and be on his way.
(Frannie glaring, hissing at him to stop kicking the pew.)
Instead, he waits outside, calculating the mark will use this entrance. Waiting for him to step off hallowed ground. Taking an unnecessary chance.
Slade fires, relieved.
Characters: Stephanie Brown, Huntress
Word count: 100
Rating: PG
Orginally posted: here, for miakun
Stephanie was totally just about to take down the guy with the knife when a crossbow bolt hit him in the leg, sending him tumbling to the ground.
Huntress leapt down off the fire escape, giving Steph’s new uniform the look everyone else had - somewhere between disbelief and wariness.
Batman’s briefings on Huntress had been to the point. She was dangerous. Unpredictable. Should be discouraged.
Batman had undoubtedly had a similar speech about Spoiler that he gave to Tim, Cass.
She knew Batman was monitoring her. That he would be here soon.
Steph smiled at Huntress, bright and welcoming. “Thanks!”
*
Title: A Willing Pupil
Characters: Tim/Shiva
Word count: 100
Rating: PG
Orginally posted: here, for sockich
This time when she startles him out of sleep he does not misinterpret her intent.
He shies away, *thinking*. He worries about her intentions. Her destructive capabilities. Danger.
Himself.
She tells him that he will never achieve greatness if he does not learn to *act* - trust instinct - rather than *fret* until the opportunity has passed.
Appropriate and right and wrong seem very distant.
There is much that is prudent to learn, she says, about weakness. Battle. Triumph. Limitations. Awkwardness he’s yet to overcome. Hungers to understand, channel.
Shiva is a thorough teacher.
Tim is - abandoning hesitation, briefly - a willing pupil.
*
Title: Cheap Thrills
Characters: Steph/Jason
Word count: 150
Rating: PG
Orginally posted: here, for geeksicle_kezzy
Stephanie’s snuck out plenty before, but this is the first time her skirt’s been short enough and her lipstick bright enough to actually get *into* the club where the punk band’s playing.
She dances wildly, thankful she isn’t home (her dad’s out of prison again) when she slams into boy -all muscle and shadowed eyes - who doesn’t give an inch and who smiles invitingly at her.
They dance - he can move - and share a table in the shadows where the music pounds like a death rattle instead of a murder. He offers her a smoke but she takes a neck rub (amazing, she sighs) instead.
His accent is like her dad’s friends, but his smile isn’t.
His hand is warm around hers, makes her feel safe in the dark he’s completely comfortable in, and she just laughs when his other hand strokes at her skirt.
She never learns his name.
*
Title: Tolerable
Characters: Selina/Bruce
Word count: 100
Rating: PG
Orginally posted: here, for roguecatwoman
The only way to get through these parties, Selina thinks, is with a good stiff drink or three.
She isn’t precisely in the business anymore, but there was no sense in letting her connections - and knowledge - slip. So she prowls and learns and recklessly imbibes.
Bruce is across the room, plain tonic in hand, and she figures he needs the distraction as well.
Her sashay is unaffected, and if she isn’t as graceful a dancer as usual - well, Bruce will hardly mind her sliding against him a little more than necessary.
She’s just making the party tolerable for him, too.
*
Title: After Midnight
Characters: Tim/Steph
Word count: 100
Rating: PG
Orginally posted: here, for 1_900_mimicry
It was after midnight and Steph was staring out her window like some love-struck loser, wishing she was out helping. Fighting. Rescuing, instead of being the maiden-in-the-tower.
Her hand brushed her belly.
She couldn’t *sleep* and she just wanted to be kicking ass, instead of *stuck* here...
Robin was at her window. She grinned and clambered out the window, settling in her favorite think-spot. He hesitated - like he was gonna make her go inside - then perched beside her.
She rested her hand on his. He looked down and half-smiled.
She punched him softly. “Tell me about patrol.”
It helped, sorta.
*
Title: Sanctuary
Characters: Slade Wilson
Word count: 100
Rating: PG
Orginally posted: here, for katarik
The easiest access to the target is at the Immaculate Conception. He is shuttled back and forth between secure locations in armored cars, and the only time he is vulnerable is at the church itself.
Slade has promised to take down this mark. (The fierce-eyed widow handing him the check.)
He could walk inside, take down the mark cleanly and be on his way.
(Frannie glaring, hissing at him to stop kicking the pew.)
Instead, he waits outside, calculating the mark will use this entrance. Waiting for him to step off hallowed ground. Taking an unnecessary chance.
Slade fires, relieved.