Request Ficlets: Cry 'Uncle'; Hindsight; Last Chance | DCU | Various pairings and ratings
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Cry 'Uncle' | DCU | Dick/Jason (Dick/Jason/Tim implied) | PG-13 | 357 w
Prompt: For nightfall_0 - Dick/Jason - training together for the first time after Jason's return
Summary: Jason's taking their first post-reconciliation training session too far.
Cry 'Uncle'
“You're... crushing... my windpipe.”
Jason only smirked at his older brother, pressing down harder and laying the full force of his weight across Dick's chest. “Say it for me.”
“No,” Dick choked, his eyes narrowing. Leave it to Jason to take their first training session since their reconciliation too far. But Dick wasn't about to cave, oh no.
Frowning at the response, Jay coaxed, “Aww, come on, say it! You know you want to. Cry 'uncle' for me. Come on.”
Dick tried unsuccessfully to shake his head, only managing to squirm in Jason's grasp - not that the result didn't have its appeal. The real problem was his air supply. Black sparkles began to swim at the edges of his vision. “Need... air...”
Jay's breath was warm on Dick's face as the younger man leaned close to whisper in his ear, “Say it, then.”
With his fingers starting to tingle and go numb, the elder Robin gave up. This just wasn't worth blacking out over. “Okay,” he choked out. “Okay.”
Jay let up just enough to give Dick air to talk with. “Say it,” he ordered.
Dick took a deep breath, and the sparkles receded from his vision. “I... I'll wear the short pants,” he grumbled, looking away. “But only for you!” he added hastily.
The sly grin on Jay's face could have lit up a room in wolfish brilliance, but the expression turned into a pout at Dick's qualifier, and he whined, “What, Timmy doesn't get to play?”
Sighing as much as he could, the older man caved, “Fine, fine! Timmy can play, too.”
The grin returned in full force, and Jay removed his arm from Dick's neck, planting his hands on either side of his lover's head. “Love you, Dickie-bird,” he smiled, leaning close and planting a firm kiss on Dick's lips.
“Love you, too. Now will you let me up, already?”
“Heh.” In a swift move, Jay rose and pulled Dick to a standing position, falling immediately into a fighting stance to continue their sparring match. “You know you loved it.”
“Bite me,” Dick said, shifting into a similar stance.
“Gladly.”
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Hindsight | DCU | Jason Todd, Dick Grayson | PG-13 | 237 w
Prompt: For stalinglim - Jason (no prompt); For 50_darkfics: Oath
Summary: Jason looks back on a vow he made when he was Robin.
Hindsight
The first time Jason trained with Dick, he vowed to be as good at everything as the former Robin was. Fighting, gymnastics, team leadership, banter, everything. The whole enchilada. In fact, he'd be better. He'd be the best Robin, one-upping the original in every way.
The second time he trained with Dick, he landed flat on his ass trying to execute a single somersault on the trapeze. Not exactly a shining moment, but it wasn't like he had a lifetime of experience backing him up. Pissed off at himself, regardless, he vowed again to be the best, no matter how long it took. Circus brat be damned.
By their third training session, Jay figured he was well on his way to topping Dick's aerial performance, thanks to extra training sessions with Bruce. Double somersault attained, he was sure the triple and quad weren't far behind, then he could wipe that smug look off Dick's face that kept taunting him, even in his dreams.
Seven years later, after a long road through death and hell and estrangement and back, Jason can't help but look back on his vow and laugh as he watches Dick train with Tim and Cass on the trapeze. He might have wound up despising the eldest Robin for his talent and grace, his endless enthusiasm and patience, but there's no denying that Dick was, and always will be, the best.
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Last Chance | DCU | Bruce/Dick/Jason | R | 754 w
Prompt: For vepertila - Bruce/Dick/Jason - threesome with issues (crackfic)
Summary: Jason can't stand the way Dick's been treating them.
Last Chance
Listening to Dick's vague promise to come down from New York 'in a few days' to spend time with them, Bruce's shoulders slumped and he blew a heavy breath out his nostrils, his hands curling into fists at his sides. Behind him in the Cave, Jason watched the Bat's reaction angrily, his blood beginning to boil at the message from their absent shared lover. He wanted to kick the shit out of Dick for blowing them off like this, for blowing Bruce off like this. Ungrateful prick. They hadn't seen or heard from the elder Robin in more than two weeks already, his side of the California king-sized bed in Bruce's room left cold and untouched, and they hadn't been able to contact him by direct means in that time at all. This was really pushing it.
“How can you put up with that crap, Bruce?” Jay growled, stepping up close behind him and grasping his shoulder.
Bruce shrugged his hand off and whipped around to face the younger man, scowling. “I finally got you both back, and I'm not willing to let either of you go again. That's how.”
Jason pushed the Bat's cowl off and kissed him, hard. Then, “I'm not going anywhere. But it looks pretty clear to me that Golden Boy has flown the coop again, and you can't stop him. You really gonna let him jerk us both around, then?”
“I...” Bruce sighed and rested his forehead against Jay's, pulling him into the circle of his arms. It was equally clear to Jason that the Bat had no answer; he'd always be blind when it came to Dick. Blind and too stupid to keep himself from getting hurt. Jay loved Bruce too damn much to just watch it happen again.
Only one solution, then. Reaching up, he activated his ear piece communicator. “Oracle, Jay Bird.”
“Go ahead, Jay Bird,” came Babs' cool voice over the comm.
“Need you to get a message to Nightwing for me. Tell him he'd better get his ass back to Gotham right the hell now, or else never show his sorry face here again.”
“You got it.”
“Thanks, O. Jay Bird out.” Shutting off his comm, he looked up into Bruce's eyes. “One chance. If he wants to be here, he will. If not, I have no problem writing him off. This has gone on too fucking long.”
The muscle in Bruce's cheek twitched as he clenched his jaw, unable to respond.
One way or another, Jay thought, this shit ends tonight.
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Three hours later, Bruce and Jason lay tangled together in the too-large bed, the Bat finally out and Jay still too pissed off to sleep. Dick hadn't shown up, of course, leaving the two of them alone... again. Bastard. Jay couldn't seem to give a crap that Dick was throwing away what the two of them had had, but Bruce... The older man was fucking heart broken, and Jay didn't know how to fix it. All he wanted to do was make it better, but-
A light breeze blew in the window that hadn't been open a moment before. Tensing, Jason waited, hope warring with righteous anger in his chest.
A minute passed. Two. Three.
Finally, Jason couldn't stand it any longer. “Would you stop skulking around in the shadows, already, and get in here?” he hissed.
Dick moved into the room silently, silhouetted from behind by the moon.
“The hell took you so long?” Jay asked, his heart in his throat.
Beside him, Bruce began to stir awake. “Mmm... Dick?” he said sleepily, shifting and untangling himself from Jason.
“Y-yeah, it's me. I...”
Jay sighed, his anger dissipating at the pathetic tone of voice as he slid over. “Strip and get in the damn bed,” he commanded, relieved he wasn't going to have to pick up the pieces of a broken Bat.
With a shadowed, half-hearted smile, Dick did as ordered, slipping beneath the covers and cuddling close to his two lovers. Jason and Bruce wrapped themselves around him tightly.
“You didn't answer my question,” Jay noted as he nuzzled Dick's neck, nipping at the soft skin beneath his ear.
After a moment, the elder Robin sighed. “I... was scared,” he admitted.
“You're an idiot.”
“I know.”
On the other side of the bed, Bruce murmured, “Just don't go away again,” the knot in his throat audible to both his lovers.
“Never again, I swear.”
For Bruce, Jason would hold Dick to that promise.
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Disclaimer: DC and WB own it all. I own nothing. Darnit.
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Cry 'Uncle' | DCU | Dick/Jason (Dick/Jason/Tim implied) | PG-13 | 357 w
Prompt: For nightfall_0 - Dick/Jason - training together for the first time after Jason's return
Summary: Jason's taking their first post-reconciliation training session too far.
Cry 'Uncle'
“You're... crushing... my windpipe.”
Jason only smirked at his older brother, pressing down harder and laying the full force of his weight across Dick's chest. “Say it for me.”
“No,” Dick choked, his eyes narrowing. Leave it to Jason to take their first training session since their reconciliation too far. But Dick wasn't about to cave, oh no.
Frowning at the response, Jay coaxed, “Aww, come on, say it! You know you want to. Cry 'uncle' for me. Come on.”
Dick tried unsuccessfully to shake his head, only managing to squirm in Jason's grasp - not that the result didn't have its appeal. The real problem was his air supply. Black sparkles began to swim at the edges of his vision. “Need... air...”
Jay's breath was warm on Dick's face as the younger man leaned close to whisper in his ear, “Say it, then.”
With his fingers starting to tingle and go numb, the elder Robin gave up. This just wasn't worth blacking out over. “Okay,” he choked out. “Okay.”
Jay let up just enough to give Dick air to talk with. “Say it,” he ordered.
Dick took a deep breath, and the sparkles receded from his vision. “I... I'll wear the short pants,” he grumbled, looking away. “But only for you!” he added hastily.
The sly grin on Jay's face could have lit up a room in wolfish brilliance, but the expression turned into a pout at Dick's qualifier, and he whined, “What, Timmy doesn't get to play?”
Sighing as much as he could, the older man caved, “Fine, fine! Timmy can play, too.”
The grin returned in full force, and Jay removed his arm from Dick's neck, planting his hands on either side of his lover's head. “Love you, Dickie-bird,” he smiled, leaning close and planting a firm kiss on Dick's lips.
“Love you, too. Now will you let me up, already?”
“Heh.” In a swift move, Jay rose and pulled Dick to a standing position, falling immediately into a fighting stance to continue their sparring match. “You know you loved it.”
“Bite me,” Dick said, shifting into a similar stance.
“Gladly.”
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Hindsight | DCU | Jason Todd, Dick Grayson | PG-13 | 237 w
Prompt: For stalinglim - Jason (no prompt); For 50_darkfics: Oath
Summary: Jason looks back on a vow he made when he was Robin.
Hindsight
The first time Jason trained with Dick, he vowed to be as good at everything as the former Robin was. Fighting, gymnastics, team leadership, banter, everything. The whole enchilada. In fact, he'd be better. He'd be the best Robin, one-upping the original in every way.
The second time he trained with Dick, he landed flat on his ass trying to execute a single somersault on the trapeze. Not exactly a shining moment, but it wasn't like he had a lifetime of experience backing him up. Pissed off at himself, regardless, he vowed again to be the best, no matter how long it took. Circus brat be damned.
By their third training session, Jay figured he was well on his way to topping Dick's aerial performance, thanks to extra training sessions with Bruce. Double somersault attained, he was sure the triple and quad weren't far behind, then he could wipe that smug look off Dick's face that kept taunting him, even in his dreams.
Seven years later, after a long road through death and hell and estrangement and back, Jason can't help but look back on his vow and laugh as he watches Dick train with Tim and Cass on the trapeze. He might have wound up despising the eldest Robin for his talent and grace, his endless enthusiasm and patience, but there's no denying that Dick was, and always will be, the best.
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Last Chance | DCU | Bruce/Dick/Jason | R | 754 w
Prompt: For vepertila - Bruce/Dick/Jason - threesome with issues (crackfic)
Summary: Jason can't stand the way Dick's been treating them.
Last Chance
Listening to Dick's vague promise to come down from New York 'in a few days' to spend time with them, Bruce's shoulders slumped and he blew a heavy breath out his nostrils, his hands curling into fists at his sides. Behind him in the Cave, Jason watched the Bat's reaction angrily, his blood beginning to boil at the message from their absent shared lover. He wanted to kick the shit out of Dick for blowing them off like this, for blowing Bruce off like this. Ungrateful prick. They hadn't seen or heard from the elder Robin in more than two weeks already, his side of the California king-sized bed in Bruce's room left cold and untouched, and they hadn't been able to contact him by direct means in that time at all. This was really pushing it.
“How can you put up with that crap, Bruce?” Jay growled, stepping up close behind him and grasping his shoulder.
Bruce shrugged his hand off and whipped around to face the younger man, scowling. “I finally got you both back, and I'm not willing to let either of you go again. That's how.”
Jason pushed the Bat's cowl off and kissed him, hard. Then, “I'm not going anywhere. But it looks pretty clear to me that Golden Boy has flown the coop again, and you can't stop him. You really gonna let him jerk us both around, then?”
“I...” Bruce sighed and rested his forehead against Jay's, pulling him into the circle of his arms. It was equally clear to Jason that the Bat had no answer; he'd always be blind when it came to Dick. Blind and too stupid to keep himself from getting hurt. Jay loved Bruce too damn much to just watch it happen again.
Only one solution, then. Reaching up, he activated his ear piece communicator. “Oracle, Jay Bird.”
“Go ahead, Jay Bird,” came Babs' cool voice over the comm.
“Need you to get a message to Nightwing for me. Tell him he'd better get his ass back to Gotham right the hell now, or else never show his sorry face here again.”
“You got it.”
“Thanks, O. Jay Bird out.” Shutting off his comm, he looked up into Bruce's eyes. “One chance. If he wants to be here, he will. If not, I have no problem writing him off. This has gone on too fucking long.”
The muscle in Bruce's cheek twitched as he clenched his jaw, unable to respond.
One way or another, Jay thought, this shit ends tonight.
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Three hours later, Bruce and Jason lay tangled together in the too-large bed, the Bat finally out and Jay still too pissed off to sleep. Dick hadn't shown up, of course, leaving the two of them alone... again. Bastard. Jay couldn't seem to give a crap that Dick was throwing away what the two of them had had, but Bruce... The older man was fucking heart broken, and Jay didn't know how to fix it. All he wanted to do was make it better, but-
A light breeze blew in the window that hadn't been open a moment before. Tensing, Jason waited, hope warring with righteous anger in his chest.
A minute passed. Two. Three.
Finally, Jason couldn't stand it any longer. “Would you stop skulking around in the shadows, already, and get in here?” he hissed.
Dick moved into the room silently, silhouetted from behind by the moon.
“The hell took you so long?” Jay asked, his heart in his throat.
Beside him, Bruce began to stir awake. “Mmm... Dick?” he said sleepily, shifting and untangling himself from Jason.
“Y-yeah, it's me. I...”
Jay sighed, his anger dissipating at the pathetic tone of voice as he slid over. “Strip and get in the damn bed,” he commanded, relieved he wasn't going to have to pick up the pieces of a broken Bat.
With a shadowed, half-hearted smile, Dick did as ordered, slipping beneath the covers and cuddling close to his two lovers. Jason and Bruce wrapped themselves around him tightly.
“You didn't answer my question,” Jay noted as he nuzzled Dick's neck, nipping at the soft skin beneath his ear.
After a moment, the elder Robin sighed. “I... was scared,” he admitted.
“You're an idiot.”
“I know.”
On the other side of the bed, Bruce murmured, “Just don't go away again,” the knot in his throat audible to both his lovers.
“Never again, I swear.”
For Bruce, Jason would hold Dick to that promise.
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