Fics: We Almost Had Paris & untitled fluff
At long last, more than one week after Roy Harper's birthday, I am posting fic about it. Though, given the tone of the story, maybe that's appropriate.
Title: We Almost Had Paris
Rating: PG for some language
Characters: Dick Grayson, Roy Harper, and some gorillas on the side
Pairings: Dick/Roy
Disclaimer: I don't own them, but once I take over the world, I'm going to fix that.
Note: Meant as a companion piece to Save a Cruiser, Ride a Law Enforcement Officer, but they can each stand alone (though if you love me you'll read both).
Synopsis: Dick surprises Roy on his birthday. Roy surprises him back.
And with a final hit to the head, Grodd went down, slamming into the ground hard enough to kick up a small dust cloud. Arsenal coughed and waved a hand in front of his face.
“That’s what you get for trying to invade D.C. on my birthday, you inconsiderate hairball.”
He kicked Grodd one last time, just on principle, before picking up the gorilla’s mind control helmet and pawning it off on a nearby police officer. Now to find Nightwing.
Surprisingly enough, Junior Bat wasn’t doing a very good job of staying hidden, which could only mean one of two things. One, he was unconscious and/or dead. Or two, he knew that Arsenal had to be fairly annoyed after an entire day of punching foul-smelling gorillas and wouldn’t want to waste another half an hour searching for him. And since unconscious bodies generally didn’t spend a lot of time swinging their legs off rooftops and pouting, that meant Nightwing was just being considerate.
Two minutes later, Arsenal had scrabbled up the fire escape and plopped himself down next to his partner. Nightwing made no attempt to speak, so Arsenal piped up, “What, did I not kick ass fast enough for you?”
“You did fine,” came the reply, and Roy could practically hear Dick’s eyes rolling.
“So why the long face?”
Dick’s pout seemed to get even deeper as he mumbled, “They ruined your birthday.”
“Yeah, I noticed,” Roy acknowledged ruefully. He looked down at the street where the security guards from Arkham Asylum were slowly cuffing the mammoth mammals and loading them into trucks. “But hey, it’s not like we both haven’t had our holidays ruined by lamebrains like Grodd before. I’ll get another birthday in, oh, three hundred and sixty-four days or so.”
“I had everything planned out.”
“…Oh… yeah?” Now why would Dick do that? He knew better than to make elaborate plans for any occasion for the exact reason Roy just mentioned-they always got interrupted.
“Yeah,” Dick confirmed with a nod, then said nothing more. Roy waited expectantly, but when Dick continued to stew in moody silence, he prompted, “Do you at least want to tell me about it?”
“I was going to take you out to lunch.”
“Is that all you’re upset about? We can still-”
“In Paris.”
Oh. Well, crap.
“You-know-who promised to lend me one of his private jets for the trip,” Dick explained. “France is six hours ahead of us, so it’d be more like dinner than lunch, but I figured that would just make it more romantic.”
“Ah,” was all Roy could manage. He was still a little shell-shocked by the fact that he would be in a different country right now had Grodd not messed things up.
“I made reservations at the Jules Verne, inside the Eiffel Tower. Then we could have gone up to the top and gotten a drink at the champagne bar. I know we don’t usually drink, but since it’s a special occasion, we could have at least shared a glass.”
“…I see,” Roy said. And he did see. Or at least, he was beginning to.
“Yeah. Of course, if you preferred not to drink anything, we would have skipped straight to a tour of the city. I was going to show you around some of the famous landmarks. They’re all lit up at night, you know.”
“So I’ve heard.”
“And then on the flight back, we were going to watch a couple of movies. There’s about a million of ‘em on the TV set on the jet. I was even going to let you pick the movies.”
“Shocking.”
“And then I was going to pretend to get bored with the movies and suggest we have airplane sex.”
“Th… on your dad’s plane?”
“Well I wasn’t going to tell him. Were you?”
“No…”
“I guess it doesn’t matter anyway,” Dick sighed with a shrug. “We’re not going to get the opportunity to do any of the stuff I planned.”
Roy couldn’t help but smirk a little as Dick’s pout intensified.
“Okay, now I see what’s going on,” said the red-head. Dick looked up at Roy questioningly.
“Beg pardon?”
“You’re not upset because Gorilla Grodd invaded on my birthday,” Roy told him. “You’re just upset because all of your perfectly thought-out plans got ruined.”
“I am not-!”
“Hey, I’m not mad about it,” Roy insisted with a laugh. “It’s just the truth. You like to get all your little ducks in a row and have everything figured out all nice and neat, and then when something comes along to ruin those plans even the tiniest bit, you go bonkers. It’s just the way you are. Which is awesome when we’re mapping out a battle plan, but maybe next year you can just make me a card?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Dick insisted. Roy threw his head back and laughed some more, already feeling better. Even if Dick, who refused to acknowledge his presence by this point, wasn’t.
“C’mon, Robbie, let’s get changed,” Roy said, standing up. Dick gave him an ‘I’m still mad at you’ look and got to his feet. But he lightened up enough to ask, “Y’know, you’ve still got a few hours of birthday left. We can still go out and do something, if you want.”
Roy thought about it for a moment-after all, what Dick said was very true-before he turned to his partner and said, “I’ve got a better idea.”
-
Little white cartons littered the coffee table, outdone only by the scattered Monopoly accessories, but Roy didn’t really care. Dick probably did, but hey, it wasn’t his birthday, now was it?
“Ha! Smack dab in the middle of my railroad! Pay up, mister.”
Dick counted out the money and handed it over with uncharacteristic patience.
“So this is really your idea of a perfect birthday? Eating cheap take-out and losing at board games?”
“I’m not losing! I just got seventy-five dollars from you, didn’t I?”
“But you owe me three thousand.”
“And if you must know, yes it is. It’s not every day I get to be a homebody. Not with you, anyway. You’re always out doing stuff.”
“Like planning impractical trips to France?”
“Well, no offense, but yeah.”
“…”
“You’re not mad, are you?”
“I’m waiting for you to pay me. You just landed on Marvin Gardens.”
“What? Oh, forget it. I quit,” Roy said, throwing his hands in the air. He began gathering up all of the cards and chucking them into the box. “You couldn’t even let me win on my birthday, could you?”
“Not my fault you have no idea how business works. And no, I’m not mad. It’s your birthday. I just wanted to make it special like you did with mine. And if sitting around doing nothing is what makes your birthday special, then next time, I’ll plan an entire day of doing nothing.”
“I think you’re missing the point.”
“So enlighten me.”
“Don’t plan anything. Just clear you schedule and we’ll see what happens. Whatever we end up doing, I’m probably going to enjoy it. As long as it doesn’t involve gorillas.”
Dick shrugged and placed the board back in the box.
“If you’re sure…”
“Yes, I’m sure,” Roy insisted. Just to shut him up, Roy slung an arm around Dick’s neck and reeled him in for a kiss. Dick easily could have gotten out of it if he’d wanted to, but Roy didn’t feel the slightest bit of protest. Even when the clock struck twelve, signaling an end to his birthday, neither of them bothered to move.
When they did pull apart, Dick smiled and grabbed Roy in a tight embrace.
“Happy birthday, then?” he asked softly.
“Very.”
-
And look! Because of the blackout, you get a BONUS FIC!!
Title: ...whoops, forgot to think of one
Rating: G
Characters: Dick Grayson, Roy Harper
Pairing: See above.
Disclaimer: See above (muahahahaha).
Synopsis: Roy manages to be both lucky and unlucky at the same time.
“Why do these things always happen on my birthday?”
Dick smiled sympathetically as he lit the candles on the cake he’d bought that afternoon. Dick was going to make one himself, but then the storm swept through and took their electricity with it. Bruce, possessor of the most powerful generator in all of Gotham, had invited them up to stay until the power returned, but Dick’s job as a cop prevented him from leaving at such a crucial time on such short notice, and Roy refused to go without him, so they’d been stuck here in the dark and cold for three days now. Unfortunately, the third day happened to be Roy’s birthday.
“What is it you always say? That you were ‘born under a bad sign’? Maybe you were right after all,” Dick cheerfully suggested.
“Gee, thanks,” Roy mock-grumped. Still, that cake did look pretty nice for a store-bought one. “And here I thought I’d finally ended that curse when I got you.”
"My powers can only do so much, I’m afraid,” Dick lamented with a smile. He placed the cake in front of his lover and sat beside him, waiting for him to blow out the candles. But Roy didn’t seem to be in any hurry, leaning in for a kiss first. When they broke apart, Dick murmured, “You weren’t born under a bad sign, Speedy. You just had a few bad breaks, is all.”
“I guess as long as you're around, I can’t be all that unlucky,” Roy admitted, scootching his chair closer to Dick’s so they could cuddle. It was cold in there.
“Overall, I’d say you’re really a pretty lucky guy.”
“Yeah. I survived being a stupider-than-average teenager, I’ve got Dinah and even Ollie, I have a great day job and night job and a house and friends and you.”
“And you know what else?”
“What?”
Dick leaned in very close, resting his head on Roy’s broad shoulder as he whispered in his ear, “The candles are melting all over your cake.”
“What?! Ahh!” Blow. Sigh. “I hate you.”
“Happy birthday, Roy.”
-
And now back to homework. *sigh* Would it have killed the professor to explain how the #!@(* I'm supposed to do all of this first? T_T
Title: We Almost Had Paris
Rating: PG for some language
Characters: Dick Grayson, Roy Harper, and some gorillas on the side
Pairings: Dick/Roy
Disclaimer: I don't own them, but once I take over the world, I'm going to fix that.
Note: Meant as a companion piece to Save a Cruiser, Ride a Law Enforcement Officer, but they can each stand alone (though if you love me you'll read both).
Synopsis: Dick surprises Roy on his birthday. Roy surprises him back.
And with a final hit to the head, Grodd went down, slamming into the ground hard enough to kick up a small dust cloud. Arsenal coughed and waved a hand in front of his face.
“That’s what you get for trying to invade D.C. on my birthday, you inconsiderate hairball.”
He kicked Grodd one last time, just on principle, before picking up the gorilla’s mind control helmet and pawning it off on a nearby police officer. Now to find Nightwing.
Surprisingly enough, Junior Bat wasn’t doing a very good job of staying hidden, which could only mean one of two things. One, he was unconscious and/or dead. Or two, he knew that Arsenal had to be fairly annoyed after an entire day of punching foul-smelling gorillas and wouldn’t want to waste another half an hour searching for him. And since unconscious bodies generally didn’t spend a lot of time swinging their legs off rooftops and pouting, that meant Nightwing was just being considerate.
Two minutes later, Arsenal had scrabbled up the fire escape and plopped himself down next to his partner. Nightwing made no attempt to speak, so Arsenal piped up, “What, did I not kick ass fast enough for you?”
“You did fine,” came the reply, and Roy could practically hear Dick’s eyes rolling.
“So why the long face?”
Dick’s pout seemed to get even deeper as he mumbled, “They ruined your birthday.”
“Yeah, I noticed,” Roy acknowledged ruefully. He looked down at the street where the security guards from Arkham Asylum were slowly cuffing the mammoth mammals and loading them into trucks. “But hey, it’s not like we both haven’t had our holidays ruined by lamebrains like Grodd before. I’ll get another birthday in, oh, three hundred and sixty-four days or so.”
“I had everything planned out.”
“…Oh… yeah?” Now why would Dick do that? He knew better than to make elaborate plans for any occasion for the exact reason Roy just mentioned-they always got interrupted.
“Yeah,” Dick confirmed with a nod, then said nothing more. Roy waited expectantly, but when Dick continued to stew in moody silence, he prompted, “Do you at least want to tell me about it?”
“I was going to take you out to lunch.”
“Is that all you’re upset about? We can still-”
“In Paris.”
Oh. Well, crap.
“You-know-who promised to lend me one of his private jets for the trip,” Dick explained. “France is six hours ahead of us, so it’d be more like dinner than lunch, but I figured that would just make it more romantic.”
“Ah,” was all Roy could manage. He was still a little shell-shocked by the fact that he would be in a different country right now had Grodd not messed things up.
“I made reservations at the Jules Verne, inside the Eiffel Tower. Then we could have gone up to the top and gotten a drink at the champagne bar. I know we don’t usually drink, but since it’s a special occasion, we could have at least shared a glass.”
“…I see,” Roy said. And he did see. Or at least, he was beginning to.
“Yeah. Of course, if you preferred not to drink anything, we would have skipped straight to a tour of the city. I was going to show you around some of the famous landmarks. They’re all lit up at night, you know.”
“So I’ve heard.”
“And then on the flight back, we were going to watch a couple of movies. There’s about a million of ‘em on the TV set on the jet. I was even going to let you pick the movies.”
“Shocking.”
“And then I was going to pretend to get bored with the movies and suggest we have airplane sex.”
“Th… on your dad’s plane?”
“Well I wasn’t going to tell him. Were you?”
“No…”
“I guess it doesn’t matter anyway,” Dick sighed with a shrug. “We’re not going to get the opportunity to do any of the stuff I planned.”
Roy couldn’t help but smirk a little as Dick’s pout intensified.
“Okay, now I see what’s going on,” said the red-head. Dick looked up at Roy questioningly.
“Beg pardon?”
“You’re not upset because Gorilla Grodd invaded on my birthday,” Roy told him. “You’re just upset because all of your perfectly thought-out plans got ruined.”
“I am not-!”
“Hey, I’m not mad about it,” Roy insisted with a laugh. “It’s just the truth. You like to get all your little ducks in a row and have everything figured out all nice and neat, and then when something comes along to ruin those plans even the tiniest bit, you go bonkers. It’s just the way you are. Which is awesome when we’re mapping out a battle plan, but maybe next year you can just make me a card?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Dick insisted. Roy threw his head back and laughed some more, already feeling better. Even if Dick, who refused to acknowledge his presence by this point, wasn’t.
“C’mon, Robbie, let’s get changed,” Roy said, standing up. Dick gave him an ‘I’m still mad at you’ look and got to his feet. But he lightened up enough to ask, “Y’know, you’ve still got a few hours of birthday left. We can still go out and do something, if you want.”
Roy thought about it for a moment-after all, what Dick said was very true-before he turned to his partner and said, “I’ve got a better idea.”
-
Little white cartons littered the coffee table, outdone only by the scattered Monopoly accessories, but Roy didn’t really care. Dick probably did, but hey, it wasn’t his birthday, now was it?
“Ha! Smack dab in the middle of my railroad! Pay up, mister.”
Dick counted out the money and handed it over with uncharacteristic patience.
“So this is really your idea of a perfect birthday? Eating cheap take-out and losing at board games?”
“I’m not losing! I just got seventy-five dollars from you, didn’t I?”
“But you owe me three thousand.”
“And if you must know, yes it is. It’s not every day I get to be a homebody. Not with you, anyway. You’re always out doing stuff.”
“Like planning impractical trips to France?”
“Well, no offense, but yeah.”
“…”
“You’re not mad, are you?”
“I’m waiting for you to pay me. You just landed on Marvin Gardens.”
“What? Oh, forget it. I quit,” Roy said, throwing his hands in the air. He began gathering up all of the cards and chucking them into the box. “You couldn’t even let me win on my birthday, could you?”
“Not my fault you have no idea how business works. And no, I’m not mad. It’s your birthday. I just wanted to make it special like you did with mine. And if sitting around doing nothing is what makes your birthday special, then next time, I’ll plan an entire day of doing nothing.”
“I think you’re missing the point.”
“So enlighten me.”
“Don’t plan anything. Just clear you schedule and we’ll see what happens. Whatever we end up doing, I’m probably going to enjoy it. As long as it doesn’t involve gorillas.”
Dick shrugged and placed the board back in the box.
“If you’re sure…”
“Yes, I’m sure,” Roy insisted. Just to shut him up, Roy slung an arm around Dick’s neck and reeled him in for a kiss. Dick easily could have gotten out of it if he’d wanted to, but Roy didn’t feel the slightest bit of protest. Even when the clock struck twelve, signaling an end to his birthday, neither of them bothered to move.
When they did pull apart, Dick smiled and grabbed Roy in a tight embrace.
“Happy birthday, then?” he asked softly.
“Very.”
-
And look! Because of the blackout, you get a BONUS FIC!!
Title: ...whoops, forgot to think of one
Rating: G
Characters: Dick Grayson, Roy Harper
Pairing: See above.
Disclaimer: See above (muahahahaha).
Synopsis: Roy manages to be both lucky and unlucky at the same time.
“Why do these things always happen on my birthday?”
Dick smiled sympathetically as he lit the candles on the cake he’d bought that afternoon. Dick was going to make one himself, but then the storm swept through and took their electricity with it. Bruce, possessor of the most powerful generator in all of Gotham, had invited them up to stay until the power returned, but Dick’s job as a cop prevented him from leaving at such a crucial time on such short notice, and Roy refused to go without him, so they’d been stuck here in the dark and cold for three days now. Unfortunately, the third day happened to be Roy’s birthday.
“What is it you always say? That you were ‘born under a bad sign’? Maybe you were right after all,” Dick cheerfully suggested.
“Gee, thanks,” Roy mock-grumped. Still, that cake did look pretty nice for a store-bought one. “And here I thought I’d finally ended that curse when I got you.”
"My powers can only do so much, I’m afraid,” Dick lamented with a smile. He placed the cake in front of his lover and sat beside him, waiting for him to blow out the candles. But Roy didn’t seem to be in any hurry, leaning in for a kiss first. When they broke apart, Dick murmured, “You weren’t born under a bad sign, Speedy. You just had a few bad breaks, is all.”
“I guess as long as you're around, I can’t be all that unlucky,” Roy admitted, scootching his chair closer to Dick’s so they could cuddle. It was cold in there.
“Overall, I’d say you’re really a pretty lucky guy.”
“Yeah. I survived being a stupider-than-average teenager, I’ve got Dinah and even Ollie, I have a great day job and night job and a house and friends and you.”
“And you know what else?”
“What?”
Dick leaned in very close, resting his head on Roy’s broad shoulder as he whispered in his ear, “The candles are melting all over your cake.”
“What?! Ahh!” Blow. Sigh. “I hate you.”
“Happy birthday, Roy.”
-
And now back to homework. *sigh* Would it have killed the professor to explain how the #!@(* I'm supposed to do all of this first? T_T