Request ficlets: Turnabout; Dynamics | DCU | Various Bat Clan pairings | R; PG-13 | 1/1; 1/1
Title: Turnabout
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Dick/Jason/Tim
Rating: R (for language)
Word Count: 693
Prompt: For darthbatgirl - the older brothers taking care of the youngest
Summary: Tim doesn't think he deserves the extra care, but Jason and Dick have other ideas.
Disclaimer: DC and WB own it all. I own nothing. Darnit.
Author's Notes: Sequel to Worth It. Not necessary to read the first to understand this one.
Turnabout
It was only a matter of time before Tim caught what Jason had, fever, chills, aches, and all. He supposed that was his punishment for acting so arrogant about it. “Stop pushing yourself so hard,” he'd said. “Next time will you listen to me?” he'd said. Served him right for being so full of himself.
Of course, Jay and Dick taking care of him without so much as a smirk just made him feel worse about it. So when Jay appeared in the bedroom doorway holding a cup of tea, Tim groaned and burrowed under the covers, embarrassed and feeling like he'd been hit by a truck.
“Cut it out, will ya'?” the older brother ordered as he came in the room, the mattress creaking with his weight as he sat down.
Tim whimpered, murmuring, “Go 'way.” But a warm hand rubbed up and down his arm, then pulled at the comforter he was too weak to hold onto.
“Sit up, already, little bird. Come on, this stuff isn't gonna pour itself down your throat.”
With a frown, the younger man pushed himself up, sliding up to lay against the pillows and headboard. “What's in it?” he asked, eying the steaming mug suspiciously as he remembered what he and Dick had put into Jay's tea to knock him out the week before.
Jason scowled at him. “No bourbon, I swear.” When Tim reluctantly took the mug, he added, “Dick wouldn't let me.”
“Bastard,” Tim grumbled under his breath before taking a sip. Hmm. Honey lemon. Maybe he wouldn't be sleeping for the next three days, after all. Didn't mean he didn't deserve the swift kick in the pants.
“You're doing it again,” Jay warned, leaning close and planting a cool kiss on Tim's forehead.
“What?”
“Kicking yourself. Stop it.”
Tim looked away, not wanting to admit what was already painfully obvious. But his attention was drawn up again when Dick's form filled the doorway.
“He still blaming himself?” the eldest asked as he came in and sat on the other side of the bed.
Jay answered before Tim could even open his mouth to croak out a response. “Full-on self-loathing.”
“Timmy, Timmy, Timmy. What are we going to do with you?” Dick scolded him lightly, reaching over to brush Tim's sweat-soaked hair back from his forehead.
“Leave me to die in peace?” the youngest finally managed, before taking a long sip of his tea. It was good stuff, at least. Sweeter than he remembered.
Jay smirked - ah, there it is, Tim mused - with a light chuckle. “Hardly. Alfred's bringing his famous chicken vegetable stew in a few hours, there's a whole pot of tea in the kitchen for you, and we've got patented Robin snuggles to keep you warm all night.”
Tim gaped for a moment, then turned to Dick. “You gonna let him talk to me like this?”
“Yes. Yes, I am,” he grinned. “In fact, I encourage it. Consider this your punishment for daring to have the best brothers in the entire known universe, and all the other fifty-one combined. Face it, kiddo - you're doomed to be loved and cared for.”
Frowning again, Tim sipped his tea, wondering when he became worth the extra care, like Jason was. He certainly didn't feel like it. But then...
Almost from a distance, he heard Jay calling his name, “Tim? Timmy?” His body felt slack all of a sudden, everything seeming far away as his vision began to swim, then darken.
Dick's voice, calling, “Whoa, I gotcha, little wing.” Arms circling him. The mug being taken from him. Someone laying him down on the pillows and pulling the blanket over him.
“Yeah, he's out. Maybe he can get some real rest now.”
“Good. Last thing he needs is to obsess over why he got sick. Fucking flu. Just hope he doesn't kill us when he wakes up.”
“No kidding. Night, Timmy. Sleep well and get better.” Fingers through his hair. A cool kiss on his cheek.
“Sweet dreams, kid. We love you.” Another kiss, and a hand trailing down his face and neck to squeeze his shoulder.
Darkness.
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Title: Dynamics
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Jason/Cass/Tim
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 458
Prompt: For greeneyelove - "something, anything, with Jason/Cass or Tim/Cass or the 3 together"
Summary: Cass finally sees what the boys have been missing.
Author's Notes: This could very well immediately preceded Problem Solved, by roguecatwoman. ^_~ Written totally separately, but both requests were for greeneyelove, so it's possible we were just on the same wavelength. :p Also, my first time writing Cass. Be gentle. ~O_O~
Dynamics
Cass wasn't at all surprised that Jason and Tim tries to kill each other when they realized they were both interested in her. All that testosterone fueled male posturing could only lead to one thing, after all.
Standing back as they fought on the rooftop, hurling insults and insinuations that on the surface had nothing to do with Cass, and everything to do with their respective status as Robins and favor with Bruce, she wondered how they could be so blind to their true intentions. She'd seen the way Tim's nostrils had flared and his body tensed when he 'discovered' her there with Jason, chatting as they gazed out over Gotham after a long, hard patrol. Really, anyone should have been able to see it, so why not them?
But her contemplation was cut short as the fight became bloody, Tim's fist cutting Jason's lip and Jason giving Tim a black eye and a bloody nose. Things could have been worse, she knew, but her own feelings for both of them - her pain at seeing them hurt each other - forced her to intercede.
“Stop!” she cried, stepping between them and holding them at arm's length. “Just stop.”
They both tried to argue at once.
“But he said-”
“How can you defend him?”
“Jason! Tim!” she commanded. “I don't care who said what or who did what. I care... I care about you both. I don't want you to hurt each other. I...” Something else occurred to her then, as she looked between her two Robins, and it struck her that she hadn't seen it before. The way they leered at each other, glaring even at her... They weren't just jealous of each other, they were jealous... of her!
“You have to stop this!” she continued after a moment, appalled at the way they were both covering their feelings with anger, hiding behind hatred that wasn't even real. “I... know how to deal with this.”
“The hell are you talking about?” Jason growled as he wiped the blood off his mouth with the back of his hand. Tim only stared with hooded eyes, body still tense.
“You don't see it, do you? You don't see how much you want each other, too? There's a way to solve this.”
“Like hell!” Jay erupted.
“Are you crazy?” Tim gaped.
When Cass only sighed, grabbing them both by the wrist and dragging them toward the fire escape, they had no choice but to follow in stunned silence, confirming what she now knew to be true. Further contemplating the dynamics of their trio, all the wonderfully delicious possibilities, Cass smiled to herself as she led the boys back to her apartment to work out their aggression in a more... constructive manner.
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More ficlets tomorrow! Really making progress now... ^_~
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Dick/Jason/Tim
Rating: R (for language)
Word Count: 693
Prompt: For darthbatgirl - the older brothers taking care of the youngest
Summary: Tim doesn't think he deserves the extra care, but Jason and Dick have other ideas.
Disclaimer: DC and WB own it all. I own nothing. Darnit.
Author's Notes: Sequel to Worth It. Not necessary to read the first to understand this one.
Turnabout
It was only a matter of time before Tim caught what Jason had, fever, chills, aches, and all. He supposed that was his punishment for acting so arrogant about it. “Stop pushing yourself so hard,” he'd said. “Next time will you listen to me?” he'd said. Served him right for being so full of himself.
Of course, Jay and Dick taking care of him without so much as a smirk just made him feel worse about it. So when Jay appeared in the bedroom doorway holding a cup of tea, Tim groaned and burrowed under the covers, embarrassed and feeling like he'd been hit by a truck.
“Cut it out, will ya'?” the older brother ordered as he came in the room, the mattress creaking with his weight as he sat down.
Tim whimpered, murmuring, “Go 'way.” But a warm hand rubbed up and down his arm, then pulled at the comforter he was too weak to hold onto.
“Sit up, already, little bird. Come on, this stuff isn't gonna pour itself down your throat.”
With a frown, the younger man pushed himself up, sliding up to lay against the pillows and headboard. “What's in it?” he asked, eying the steaming mug suspiciously as he remembered what he and Dick had put into Jay's tea to knock him out the week before.
Jason scowled at him. “No bourbon, I swear.” When Tim reluctantly took the mug, he added, “Dick wouldn't let me.”
“Bastard,” Tim grumbled under his breath before taking a sip. Hmm. Honey lemon. Maybe he wouldn't be sleeping for the next three days, after all. Didn't mean he didn't deserve the swift kick in the pants.
“You're doing it again,” Jay warned, leaning close and planting a cool kiss on Tim's forehead.
“What?”
“Kicking yourself. Stop it.”
Tim looked away, not wanting to admit what was already painfully obvious. But his attention was drawn up again when Dick's form filled the doorway.
“He still blaming himself?” the eldest asked as he came in and sat on the other side of the bed.
Jay answered before Tim could even open his mouth to croak out a response. “Full-on self-loathing.”
“Timmy, Timmy, Timmy. What are we going to do with you?” Dick scolded him lightly, reaching over to brush Tim's sweat-soaked hair back from his forehead.
“Leave me to die in peace?” the youngest finally managed, before taking a long sip of his tea. It was good stuff, at least. Sweeter than he remembered.
Jay smirked - ah, there it is, Tim mused - with a light chuckle. “Hardly. Alfred's bringing his famous chicken vegetable stew in a few hours, there's a whole pot of tea in the kitchen for you, and we've got patented Robin snuggles to keep you warm all night.”
Tim gaped for a moment, then turned to Dick. “You gonna let him talk to me like this?”
“Yes. Yes, I am,” he grinned. “In fact, I encourage it. Consider this your punishment for daring to have the best brothers in the entire known universe, and all the other fifty-one combined. Face it, kiddo - you're doomed to be loved and cared for.”
Frowning again, Tim sipped his tea, wondering when he became worth the extra care, like Jason was. He certainly didn't feel like it. But then...
Almost from a distance, he heard Jay calling his name, “Tim? Timmy?” His body felt slack all of a sudden, everything seeming far away as his vision began to swim, then darken.
Dick's voice, calling, “Whoa, I gotcha, little wing.” Arms circling him. The mug being taken from him. Someone laying him down on the pillows and pulling the blanket over him.
“Yeah, he's out. Maybe he can get some real rest now.”
“Good. Last thing he needs is to obsess over why he got sick. Fucking flu. Just hope he doesn't kill us when he wakes up.”
“No kidding. Night, Timmy. Sleep well and get better.” Fingers through his hair. A cool kiss on his cheek.
“Sweet dreams, kid. We love you.” Another kiss, and a hand trailing down his face and neck to squeeze his shoulder.
Darkness.
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Title: Dynamics
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Jason/Cass/Tim
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 458
Prompt: For greeneyelove - "something, anything, with Jason/Cass or Tim/Cass or the 3 together"
Summary: Cass finally sees what the boys have been missing.
Author's Notes: This could very well immediately preceded Problem Solved, by roguecatwoman. ^_~ Written totally separately, but both requests were for greeneyelove, so it's possible we were just on the same wavelength. :p Also, my first time writing Cass. Be gentle. ~O_O~
Dynamics
Cass wasn't at all surprised that Jason and Tim tries to kill each other when they realized they were both interested in her. All that testosterone fueled male posturing could only lead to one thing, after all.
Standing back as they fought on the rooftop, hurling insults and insinuations that on the surface had nothing to do with Cass, and everything to do with their respective status as Robins and favor with Bruce, she wondered how they could be so blind to their true intentions. She'd seen the way Tim's nostrils had flared and his body tensed when he 'discovered' her there with Jason, chatting as they gazed out over Gotham after a long, hard patrol. Really, anyone should have been able to see it, so why not them?
But her contemplation was cut short as the fight became bloody, Tim's fist cutting Jason's lip and Jason giving Tim a black eye and a bloody nose. Things could have been worse, she knew, but her own feelings for both of them - her pain at seeing them hurt each other - forced her to intercede.
“Stop!” she cried, stepping between them and holding them at arm's length. “Just stop.”
They both tried to argue at once.
“But he said-”
“How can you defend him?”
“Jason! Tim!” she commanded. “I don't care who said what or who did what. I care... I care about you both. I don't want you to hurt each other. I...” Something else occurred to her then, as she looked between her two Robins, and it struck her that she hadn't seen it before. The way they leered at each other, glaring even at her... They weren't just jealous of each other, they were jealous... of her!
“You have to stop this!” she continued after a moment, appalled at the way they were both covering their feelings with anger, hiding behind hatred that wasn't even real. “I... know how to deal with this.”
“The hell are you talking about?” Jason growled as he wiped the blood off his mouth with the back of his hand. Tim only stared with hooded eyes, body still tense.
“You don't see it, do you? You don't see how much you want each other, too? There's a way to solve this.”
“Like hell!” Jay erupted.
“Are you crazy?” Tim gaped.
When Cass only sighed, grabbing them both by the wrist and dragging them toward the fire escape, they had no choice but to follow in stunned silence, confirming what she now knew to be true. Further contemplating the dynamics of their trio, all the wonderfully delicious possibilities, Cass smiled to herself as she led the boys back to her apartment to work out their aggression in a more... constructive manner.
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More ficlets tomorrow! Really making progress now... ^_~