Fic: Through a Mirror... | DCU | Bat Family (Jay/Tim[Dick]) | R | 3/5
Title: Through a Mirror... (Part 3/5)
Fandom: DCU
Characters/Pairing: Overall: Bat Family (w/Jason Todd/Tim Drake[/Dick Grayson]); This part: Jason/Tim, Damian Wayne, Clark Kent, Barbara Gordon, Zatanna, others mentioned
Rating: R (for Jay's mouth)
Word Count: 1,358
Prompt: For dcu_freeforall: Cross-Dressing (covers part 2 and 3); For The 2012 DCU Free For All Autumn Challenge: Halloween Party; For bradygirl_12's 2012 DCU Fic/Art Halloween Challenge: Glitter, Crown/Tiara/Circlet
Summary: Overall: On the night of October 31st, the Wayne Household puts on a Halloween party, for the first time ever. Little do they know what the night will bring when Zatanna gathers them for a séance in the old parlor. This part: The party is in full swing, but one thing is missing: Damian. Zatanna shows up with a surprise for the family.
Disclaimer: DC and WB own everything, the schmucks.
Author's Notes: Follows Through a Mirror... (Part 2). Part of the Together-Verse, in which Jay is Batman, Tim is his Robin (though Damian is a little Robin in training), Damian is Jay's kid, and Bruce is still missing.
Through a Mirror... (Part 3)
So far so good.
With the party in full swing, costumes and masks and laughter and music and dancing and eerie light filling the main ballroom, alcohol and cider flowing freely and sweets everywhere, Jay couldn’t help floating on fucking air. Outside of taking over the mantle of Batman, this had to count as his first real success since he’d reentered the hero community. Getting the capes and cowls to have fun on Halloween? Quite a fucking accomplishment, if he did say so himself.
If not for one tiny detail….
Cutting a path through the crowd, Jason caught up with Tim, who was deep in conversation about vampire lore with Gar, their Titans teammate having actually turned himself into a werewolf for the party, blood-stained muzzle and torn clothes and all. “Hey, Elena, have you seen little Dee? He was supposed to have been down here an hour ago.”
Tim shrugged, his dress shimmering in the shattered light of the ballroom. “I helped him get a costume together, but he never came down. Think maybe he was too embarrassed.”
Raising an eyebrow, Jay hummed. “You didn’t bring out that Lady Gaga outfit, did you?”
“Not quite,” Tim laughed in return, giving Jay a wink. “Might want to go find him, though. Ten bucks says he’s hiding out in his room, pouting.”
“Heh, just like the little squirt he is. All right, I’m gonna find him.”
~*~*~
Knocking on the partially open door, Jay didn’t bother to pause before he strolled right into Damian’s bedroom. The squirt had to be in here some-
The knife that whooshed past his head and buried itself in the wall told him he probably should’ve waited, though.
“I told Drake that I would not be seen in public like this,” came a harsh shout, from somewhere in the vicinity of the small space behind the dresser across the room.
Jason only crossed his arms. “Stop playing hide-and-go-seek, Dee, and get downstairs.”
“No. This is beyond degrading, father. I won’t-”
“You will, kiddo, and that’s the final word. Now get out here and let’s go. You’re missing all the-”
But the rest of Jay’s tirade was cut off when Damian finally slinked out from behind the dresser, emerging from the shadow that had hidden his costume. Holy fucking hell. Blue dress with a white apron, white tights and black Mary Janes, a blonde wig with a white headband. And a red-faced scowl with just enough promise of torture that Jay almost couldn’t stop himself from cracking right up.
“Hey there, Alice,” Jay laughed. “Coming down to the tea party? Should I be worried that the Mad Hatter is gonna show up?”
“This is humiliating.”
“Well, you’re the one that protested under threat of having to dress like a girl. Better get used to it; cross-dressing is a rite of passage for little Robins,” Jay pointed out, appraising the kid to catalogue the rest of the weapons hidden on him.
Luckily, no more knives or other sharp implements made an appearance, though Damian stood his ground. “Your death will not be an easy one, father. This I can promise.”
And that was it. Jay finally lost his shit, doubling over with laughter so hard that tears prickled at his eyes. Holy fuck, his kid was a nightmare. “I triple dog dare ya’,” he managed to wheeze as he fought for his composure. “Now let’s go. And stop calling me ‘father’ in that tone of voice, squirt. It won’t make it any less true.”
Damian only tutted, scowling as he did as he was told.
~*~*~
Back down in the midst of the party, Jay made a point of dragging the kid along behind him, showing him off to every Leaguer and Titan he could find and introducing him as Alice, just returned from her trip through the looking glass. Damian glared the whole time, even growling when Diana and Dinah-who’d come dressed as each other-both pinched his rosy cheeks.
Eventually Jason figured the kid had had enough, and sent him off with a pat on the head and a quick, “Don’t go falling down any rabbit holes!”
“Finally got him to come out, huh?”
Jay turned to find the most ridiculous sight on the face of the planet. Superman. Dressed up as Nightwing. And not any old Nightwing, the first Nightwing, complete with popped disco-style collar and eye-searing swathes of shiny yellow and blue fabric. “Holy fuck,” Jay breathed. “Dick wasn’t kidding.”
Clark just laughed. “We thought it’d make a pretty hilarious statement. Have you seen him, by the way? He looks almost as good in my tights as I do.”
Jay couldn’t help a smirk. “Considering his reputation, I’m almost surprised he didn’t forgo the cape so he could show off his assets.” But then he shook his head, remembering Clark’s question. “Damian’s a tough little nut to crack, though. You’d think he was raised in a cult or something.”
Offering a sympathetic look, Clark clasped him on the shoulder. “He’ll come around. He’s just had a hard time adjusting, when he’d been told one thing his whole life, and suddenly it wasn’t true. Kind of like a regular kid finding out there’s no Santa Claus.”
“What!? There’s no Santa Claus!?”
Jay turned again to find Babs wheeling up behind them, utter shock on her face, and … and a bald cap on her head. His brain started turning to jelly. “Dare I ask?” he started.
Babs grinned, then lifted two fingers to her temple, staring him down. And of course, with a crisp suit on and no hair, she could only be Professor X, with Helena standing close behind her dressed as Magneto, maroon cloak and helmet and all.
“Wow, we’re all a little too on-the-nose tonight, aren’t we?” Jay snorted.
“You made up the theme, smarty-pants,” she threw back, her lips quirked up.
“All my fault, huh?” Jay shot back. “Not my fault the cape community has the weirdest sense of humor in the universe.”
“Hey,” Clark started to protest, standing there with his arms crossed over his chest, chin jutted out in a pout. “I resemble that remark.”
And again, Jay lost it, his face contorting as laughter erupted from somewhere he’d long ago forgotten existed. How had he ever missed that this extended family of his was so damn strange, and so perfectly wonderful? God fucking damn.
~*~*~
“Are you a good witch or a bad witch?”
Jason blinked at the sight of Zatanna, who’d just swept in through the broad entryway in what had to be the brightest, sparkliest ball gown that he’d ever seen, with jewels, sequins, and glitter shining on every surface, from head to toe, tall crown to magic wand to shimmering heels. She was something out of a fairy tale, or … oh gods, she’d come dressed as Glinda the Good Witch.
Face-palming, Jay groaned. “It is all my fault,” he muttered. “‘Hall of Mirrors’, excellent choice, Todd. Fuck, what was I thinking.”
Zatanna strode up to him with a wry smile on her lips. “What else could I have possibly been, Jason? And for that matter, what are you?”
Jay grinned, showing off the fangs again. If he’d realized it’d be this hard to make his costume understood, he might have dressed up the same as he’d done up the jack-o-lantern in the hall, Jason Voorhees, mass-murderer, easy. “Damon Salvatore, Vampire Diaries. Tim is Elena.”
Zee cackled at that. “You two are hilarious, you know that?” But then her expression calmed, and she looked at him seriously. “I’ve got something special planned for you kids tonight. Will you assemble all the Bats and meet me in the parlor at midnight?”
Blinking, Jason frowned. The parlor? That room hadn’t been officially used for anything outside of an overflow room for parties since … well, forever. “What’s up your sleeve, Zee?”
A slow grin crossed Zatanna’s face. “You’ll see.”
If Jay didn’t know just who he was dealing with, he might not have been worried. However. A tiny knot of anxiety settled into his gut. This night was turning out even more interesting than he’d planned.
~*~*~*~
Fandom: DCU
Characters/Pairing: Overall: Bat Family (w/Jason Todd/Tim Drake[/Dick Grayson]); This part: Jason/Tim, Damian Wayne, Clark Kent, Barbara Gordon, Zatanna, others mentioned
Rating: R (for Jay's mouth)
Word Count: 1,358
Prompt: For dcu_freeforall: Cross-Dressing (covers part 2 and 3); For The 2012 DCU Free For All Autumn Challenge: Halloween Party; For bradygirl_12's 2012 DCU Fic/Art Halloween Challenge: Glitter, Crown/Tiara/Circlet
Summary: Overall: On the night of October 31st, the Wayne Household puts on a Halloween party, for the first time ever. Little do they know what the night will bring when Zatanna gathers them for a séance in the old parlor. This part: The party is in full swing, but one thing is missing: Damian. Zatanna shows up with a surprise for the family.
Disclaimer: DC and WB own everything, the schmucks.
Author's Notes: Follows Through a Mirror... (Part 2). Part of the Together-Verse, in which Jay is Batman, Tim is his Robin (though Damian is a little Robin in training), Damian is Jay's kid, and Bruce is still missing.
Through a Mirror... (Part 3)
So far so good.
With the party in full swing, costumes and masks and laughter and music and dancing and eerie light filling the main ballroom, alcohol and cider flowing freely and sweets everywhere, Jay couldn’t help floating on fucking air. Outside of taking over the mantle of Batman, this had to count as his first real success since he’d reentered the hero community. Getting the capes and cowls to have fun on Halloween? Quite a fucking accomplishment, if he did say so himself.
If not for one tiny detail….
Cutting a path through the crowd, Jason caught up with Tim, who was deep in conversation about vampire lore with Gar, their Titans teammate having actually turned himself into a werewolf for the party, blood-stained muzzle and torn clothes and all. “Hey, Elena, have you seen little Dee? He was supposed to have been down here an hour ago.”
Tim shrugged, his dress shimmering in the shattered light of the ballroom. “I helped him get a costume together, but he never came down. Think maybe he was too embarrassed.”
Raising an eyebrow, Jay hummed. “You didn’t bring out that Lady Gaga outfit, did you?”
“Not quite,” Tim laughed in return, giving Jay a wink. “Might want to go find him, though. Ten bucks says he’s hiding out in his room, pouting.”
“Heh, just like the little squirt he is. All right, I’m gonna find him.”
~*~*~
Knocking on the partially open door, Jay didn’t bother to pause before he strolled right into Damian’s bedroom. The squirt had to be in here some-
The knife that whooshed past his head and buried itself in the wall told him he probably should’ve waited, though.
“I told Drake that I would not be seen in public like this,” came a harsh shout, from somewhere in the vicinity of the small space behind the dresser across the room.
Jason only crossed his arms. “Stop playing hide-and-go-seek, Dee, and get downstairs.”
“No. This is beyond degrading, father. I won’t-”
“You will, kiddo, and that’s the final word. Now get out here and let’s go. You’re missing all the-”
But the rest of Jay’s tirade was cut off when Damian finally slinked out from behind the dresser, emerging from the shadow that had hidden his costume. Holy fucking hell. Blue dress with a white apron, white tights and black Mary Janes, a blonde wig with a white headband. And a red-faced scowl with just enough promise of torture that Jay almost couldn’t stop himself from cracking right up.
“Hey there, Alice,” Jay laughed. “Coming down to the tea party? Should I be worried that the Mad Hatter is gonna show up?”
“This is humiliating.”
“Well, you’re the one that protested under threat of having to dress like a girl. Better get used to it; cross-dressing is a rite of passage for little Robins,” Jay pointed out, appraising the kid to catalogue the rest of the weapons hidden on him.
Luckily, no more knives or other sharp implements made an appearance, though Damian stood his ground. “Your death will not be an easy one, father. This I can promise.”
And that was it. Jay finally lost his shit, doubling over with laughter so hard that tears prickled at his eyes. Holy fuck, his kid was a nightmare. “I triple dog dare ya’,” he managed to wheeze as he fought for his composure. “Now let’s go. And stop calling me ‘father’ in that tone of voice, squirt. It won’t make it any less true.”
Damian only tutted, scowling as he did as he was told.
~*~*~
Back down in the midst of the party, Jay made a point of dragging the kid along behind him, showing him off to every Leaguer and Titan he could find and introducing him as Alice, just returned from her trip through the looking glass. Damian glared the whole time, even growling when Diana and Dinah-who’d come dressed as each other-both pinched his rosy cheeks.
Eventually Jason figured the kid had had enough, and sent him off with a pat on the head and a quick, “Don’t go falling down any rabbit holes!”
“Finally got him to come out, huh?”
Jay turned to find the most ridiculous sight on the face of the planet. Superman. Dressed up as Nightwing. And not any old Nightwing, the first Nightwing, complete with popped disco-style collar and eye-searing swathes of shiny yellow and blue fabric. “Holy fuck,” Jay breathed. “Dick wasn’t kidding.”
Clark just laughed. “We thought it’d make a pretty hilarious statement. Have you seen him, by the way? He looks almost as good in my tights as I do.”
Jay couldn’t help a smirk. “Considering his reputation, I’m almost surprised he didn’t forgo the cape so he could show off his assets.” But then he shook his head, remembering Clark’s question. “Damian’s a tough little nut to crack, though. You’d think he was raised in a cult or something.”
Offering a sympathetic look, Clark clasped him on the shoulder. “He’ll come around. He’s just had a hard time adjusting, when he’d been told one thing his whole life, and suddenly it wasn’t true. Kind of like a regular kid finding out there’s no Santa Claus.”
“What!? There’s no Santa Claus!?”
Jay turned again to find Babs wheeling up behind them, utter shock on her face, and … and a bald cap on her head. His brain started turning to jelly. “Dare I ask?” he started.
Babs grinned, then lifted two fingers to her temple, staring him down. And of course, with a crisp suit on and no hair, she could only be Professor X, with Helena standing close behind her dressed as Magneto, maroon cloak and helmet and all.
“Wow, we’re all a little too on-the-nose tonight, aren’t we?” Jay snorted.
“You made up the theme, smarty-pants,” she threw back, her lips quirked up.
“All my fault, huh?” Jay shot back. “Not my fault the cape community has the weirdest sense of humor in the universe.”
“Hey,” Clark started to protest, standing there with his arms crossed over his chest, chin jutted out in a pout. “I resemble that remark.”
And again, Jay lost it, his face contorting as laughter erupted from somewhere he’d long ago forgotten existed. How had he ever missed that this extended family of his was so damn strange, and so perfectly wonderful? God fucking damn.
~*~*~
“Are you a good witch or a bad witch?”
Jason blinked at the sight of Zatanna, who’d just swept in through the broad entryway in what had to be the brightest, sparkliest ball gown that he’d ever seen, with jewels, sequins, and glitter shining on every surface, from head to toe, tall crown to magic wand to shimmering heels. She was something out of a fairy tale, or … oh gods, she’d come dressed as Glinda the Good Witch.
Face-palming, Jay groaned. “It is all my fault,” he muttered. “‘Hall of Mirrors’, excellent choice, Todd. Fuck, what was I thinking.”
Zatanna strode up to him with a wry smile on her lips. “What else could I have possibly been, Jason? And for that matter, what are you?”
Jay grinned, showing off the fangs again. If he’d realized it’d be this hard to make his costume understood, he might have dressed up the same as he’d done up the jack-o-lantern in the hall, Jason Voorhees, mass-murderer, easy. “Damon Salvatore, Vampire Diaries. Tim is Elena.”
Zee cackled at that. “You two are hilarious, you know that?” But then her expression calmed, and she looked at him seriously. “I’ve got something special planned for you kids tonight. Will you assemble all the Bats and meet me in the parlor at midnight?”
Blinking, Jason frowned. The parlor? That room hadn’t been officially used for anything outside of an overflow room for parties since … well, forever. “What’s up your sleeve, Zee?”
A slow grin crossed Zatanna’s face. “You’ll see.”
If Jay didn’t know just who he was dealing with, he might not have been worried. However. A tiny knot of anxiety settled into his gut. This night was turning out even more interesting than he’d planned.
~*~*~*~