FIclets: DCU | Various Pairings & Ratings
DCU Ficlets from the drabble/ficlet request. Enjoy! ^_^
Disclaimer: DC and WB own it all, I own nothing. Darnit.
Author's Notes: Thanks to all the requesters! "Invitation" takes place before Jason's death, and "Soar" is Smallville/DCU.
You know what, I'm gonna condense my headers here, 'cuz this post will be too long otherwise! :p
Title | Character/Pairing | Rating | Word Count | Prompt | Summary
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Dawn | Dick Grayson; Dick/Karen if you squint | PG | 170w | Dawn | Dick has been too busy to catch dawn in New York.
Dawn in New York was something Dick almost never had time for anymore. Seemed like there was always something keeping him busy - even with the lower crime rate that the city boasted over Gotham and Bludhaven, both. Getting his new headquarters up and running certainly took a good chunk of his time, what with running the museum as well. Then there was the JSA. He never figured he'd be asked to help out on so many of their missions and cases, but since they helped him on his HQ, he was more than happy to return the favor. Who knew, maybe it might even lead to eventual team membership... not that he was hoping for anything...
But crouching on the roof of his new tower, watching Karen fly away into the dawn after an all night assist on a case... he wasn't so sure. Maybe he was hoping. He certainly wouldn't mind seeing more of the dawn, if that's what working with a new team meant.
The view was gorgeous.
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Decision | Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne | PG-13 | 169w | Want | Jay's never wanted anything this badly.
Jason had never wanted anything in his life so badly. He hadn't wanted his father to come back when he disappeared. Hadn't wanted more out of his life on the streets. Hadn't wanted vengeance as much as he wanted this.
This.
Bruce. His family. Acceptance. Forgiveness. Love.
Nothing would ever hold a candle to how much he wanted Bruce, Dick, and Tim to look at him with something other than disappointment and pity. Nothing. Even if he had a hard time admitting it to himself occasionally.
So when Bruce only frowned at him and turned away after running into him in an alley one night, Jason's gun still smoking from disposing of the bastard responsible for the body of a kid found two blocks over, all Jay could do was drop his weapon and slump to the ground, the decision both easier and harder to make than he'd ever thought it would be.
His own mission be damned. It just wasn't worth the one thing he truly wanted anymore.
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Invitation | Bruce Wayne/Jason Todd | R | 167w | Tongue | Jay couldn't resist the invitation.
Jay supposed later that he just couldn't have helped himself. Really, Bruce taking him for a stroll through Gotham Park and a stop for ice cream one bored afternoon was the loudest invitation he'd ever heard. As soon as he'd had the Neapolitan swirl cone in his hand, it was a no-brainer to catch Bruce's attention and keep it.
What a sweet victory it was when the man's eyes practically bugged out of his head and then narrowed to slits as Jay licked his ice cream up one side and down the other with a shining wet tongue, swirling around the top in a gesture that anyone with eyes could have read as obscene. No subtlety, no innuendo, no pretense. Sucking on his ice cream with swollen red lips was Jay's counter invitation.
He also supposed later that Bruce hadn't been able to help himself, either, when the invitation was accepted and the Bat allowed him to put those lips and that tongue to good use.
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Six Months | Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd | PG | 187w | Rose Thorns | Bruce visits Jason's grave on a fateful day.
With a light, purposeful step between the tightly grouped headstones, Bruce headed toward the grave he'd never wanted to see, a single white rose in his hand. Trips to the cemetery to visit his son had been a weekly occurrence, trickling down to monthly as time passed, but never any less painful.
Six months. Six months to the day since the Joker took Jason away from him.
Finally at the grave, Bruce stopped to stare at the headstone, a less fitting memorial than the case in the Cave, but a memorial nonetheless. He gripped the rose's stem a little harder, ignoring the sharp prick of the thorns the florist had failed to remove, and crouched down to lay the flower at the base of the carved granite.
Blood stained the stem and the stone equally as Bruce brushed his fingers over the cool surface, wordlessly offering his prayers that Jason was at peace.
Finished, he rose and turned away, turning up his collar against the chill that had crept up with the first drops of the impending storm, never hearing the panicked pleas from beneath the ground.
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Secret | Kal | PG | 140w | Passion | Kal has a secret.
Kal had a secret. Not his usual secret, mind you, but a full-fledged guilty pleasure, that no one, no one, not even Lois or Bruce, or heck, even his mother, knew about.
His secret was his passion for cooking. Gourmet cooking.
When he'd set out on his own after college, taking a year off to travel and intermittently train at the Fortress, he'd found he couldn't resist the cuisine he was introduced to all over the world. So whenever he'd had the chance, he studied the methods of culinary masters from Paris to Tokyo to Buenos Aires. Lately he'd taken to recording entirely too much Food Network for his own good, and occasionally whipping up creations in his kitchen that he was sure Bruce would love...
If only Bruce could see that Kal had a passion for him, too.
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Soar | Clark Kent/Lois Lane | PG | 298w | Smallville | Clark has a tough decision to make.
"After everything that the Luthors have done to you and your family, to Lana, to Kara, you're still content to hang around here, waiting for some 'magic bullet' to fix everything. Really, Smallville, what the heck is your problem?"
Lois's scathing reaction to Clark's decision to stay with the farm another year felt like a right hook to the jaw, and all he could do was cast his gaze down and away.
"Well?" she demanded.
Clark blew a breath out his nostrils, pressing his lips together in a frown and clasping his hands to keep from balling them into fists.
"Goddamit, Smallville, you don't even have a good answer for me, do you?" Seated next to him on the couch, she grabbed his hands with one of hers and caught his chin with the other to turn his face back up to hers. "Do you?"
He tasted bitterness on his tongue. "If I leave, everything changes, Lois. Everything."
The look in her eyes was sympathetic. "So?" she said with a softer tone. "Things are meant to change, Clark. That's how life works."
"But--"
She stopped him with a finger over his lips. "No buts. Even if the sky suddenly turns purple and gravity stops working, you're not alone. You have all of us. You have me. I won't let you just float away."
Any argument Clark might have had was swallowed by his heart leaping into his throat as he saw the sincerity in her eyes. "Lois, I--" he managed hoarsely.
"Shh," she said, pulling her fingers away and leaning close. "Just trust me, all right? You get out into the real world, and you'll soar."
Clark couldn't help a grin at that, and without any other thought, leaned the rest of the way in and kissed her.
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Disclaimer: DC and WB own it all, I own nothing. Darnit.
Author's Notes: Thanks to all the requesters! "Invitation" takes place before Jason's death, and "Soar" is Smallville/DCU.
You know what, I'm gonna condense my headers here, 'cuz this post will be too long otherwise! :p
Title | Character/Pairing | Rating | Word Count | Prompt | Summary
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Dawn | Dick Grayson; Dick/Karen if you squint | PG | 170w | Dawn | Dick has been too busy to catch dawn in New York.
Dawn in New York was something Dick almost never had time for anymore. Seemed like there was always something keeping him busy - even with the lower crime rate that the city boasted over Gotham and Bludhaven, both. Getting his new headquarters up and running certainly took a good chunk of his time, what with running the museum as well. Then there was the JSA. He never figured he'd be asked to help out on so many of their missions and cases, but since they helped him on his HQ, he was more than happy to return the favor. Who knew, maybe it might even lead to eventual team membership... not that he was hoping for anything...
But crouching on the roof of his new tower, watching Karen fly away into the dawn after an all night assist on a case... he wasn't so sure. Maybe he was hoping. He certainly wouldn't mind seeing more of the dawn, if that's what working with a new team meant.
The view was gorgeous.
* * * * *
Decision | Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne | PG-13 | 169w | Want | Jay's never wanted anything this badly.
Jason had never wanted anything in his life so badly. He hadn't wanted his father to come back when he disappeared. Hadn't wanted more out of his life on the streets. Hadn't wanted vengeance as much as he wanted this.
This.
Bruce. His family. Acceptance. Forgiveness. Love.
Nothing would ever hold a candle to how much he wanted Bruce, Dick, and Tim to look at him with something other than disappointment and pity. Nothing. Even if he had a hard time admitting it to himself occasionally.
So when Bruce only frowned at him and turned away after running into him in an alley one night, Jason's gun still smoking from disposing of the bastard responsible for the body of a kid found two blocks over, all Jay could do was drop his weapon and slump to the ground, the decision both easier and harder to make than he'd ever thought it would be.
His own mission be damned. It just wasn't worth the one thing he truly wanted anymore.
* * * * *
Invitation | Bruce Wayne/Jason Todd | R | 167w | Tongue | Jay couldn't resist the invitation.
Jay supposed later that he just couldn't have helped himself. Really, Bruce taking him for a stroll through Gotham Park and a stop for ice cream one bored afternoon was the loudest invitation he'd ever heard. As soon as he'd had the Neapolitan swirl cone in his hand, it was a no-brainer to catch Bruce's attention and keep it.
What a sweet victory it was when the man's eyes practically bugged out of his head and then narrowed to slits as Jay licked his ice cream up one side and down the other with a shining wet tongue, swirling around the top in a gesture that anyone with eyes could have read as obscene. No subtlety, no innuendo, no pretense. Sucking on his ice cream with swollen red lips was Jay's counter invitation.
He also supposed later that Bruce hadn't been able to help himself, either, when the invitation was accepted and the Bat allowed him to put those lips and that tongue to good use.
* * * * *
Six Months | Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd | PG | 187w | Rose Thorns | Bruce visits Jason's grave on a fateful day.
With a light, purposeful step between the tightly grouped headstones, Bruce headed toward the grave he'd never wanted to see, a single white rose in his hand. Trips to the cemetery to visit his son had been a weekly occurrence, trickling down to monthly as time passed, but never any less painful.
Six months. Six months to the day since the Joker took Jason away from him.
Finally at the grave, Bruce stopped to stare at the headstone, a less fitting memorial than the case in the Cave, but a memorial nonetheless. He gripped the rose's stem a little harder, ignoring the sharp prick of the thorns the florist had failed to remove, and crouched down to lay the flower at the base of the carved granite.
Blood stained the stem and the stone equally as Bruce brushed his fingers over the cool surface, wordlessly offering his prayers that Jason was at peace.
Finished, he rose and turned away, turning up his collar against the chill that had crept up with the first drops of the impending storm, never hearing the panicked pleas from beneath the ground.
* * * * *
Secret | Kal | PG | 140w | Passion | Kal has a secret.
Kal had a secret. Not his usual secret, mind you, but a full-fledged guilty pleasure, that no one, no one, not even Lois or Bruce, or heck, even his mother, knew about.
His secret was his passion for cooking. Gourmet cooking.
When he'd set out on his own after college, taking a year off to travel and intermittently train at the Fortress, he'd found he couldn't resist the cuisine he was introduced to all over the world. So whenever he'd had the chance, he studied the methods of culinary masters from Paris to Tokyo to Buenos Aires. Lately he'd taken to recording entirely too much Food Network for his own good, and occasionally whipping up creations in his kitchen that he was sure Bruce would love...
If only Bruce could see that Kal had a passion for him, too.
* * * * *
Soar | Clark Kent/Lois Lane | PG | 298w | Smallville | Clark has a tough decision to make.
"After everything that the Luthors have done to you and your family, to Lana, to Kara, you're still content to hang around here, waiting for some 'magic bullet' to fix everything. Really, Smallville, what the heck is your problem?"
Lois's scathing reaction to Clark's decision to stay with the farm another year felt like a right hook to the jaw, and all he could do was cast his gaze down and away.
"Well?" she demanded.
Clark blew a breath out his nostrils, pressing his lips together in a frown and clasping his hands to keep from balling them into fists.
"Goddamit, Smallville, you don't even have a good answer for me, do you?" Seated next to him on the couch, she grabbed his hands with one of hers and caught his chin with the other to turn his face back up to hers. "Do you?"
He tasted bitterness on his tongue. "If I leave, everything changes, Lois. Everything."
The look in her eyes was sympathetic. "So?" she said with a softer tone. "Things are meant to change, Clark. That's how life works."
"But--"
She stopped him with a finger over his lips. "No buts. Even if the sky suddenly turns purple and gravity stops working, you're not alone. You have all of us. You have me. I won't let you just float away."
Any argument Clark might have had was swallowed by his heart leaping into his throat as he saw the sincerity in her eyes. "Lois, I--" he managed hoarsely.
"Shh," she said, pulling her fingers away and leaning close. "Just trust me, all right? You get out into the real world, and you'll soar."
Clark couldn't help a grin at that, and without any other thought, leaned the rest of the way in and kissed her.
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