Batfamily Gen Recs!
Well this is exactly what I really SHOULDN'T have spent my time doing today, but whateversauce. I just read some REALLY great gen yesterday and I wanted to share it with you guys. And because I am nice, most of the recs in this set aren't terribly disturbing. In fact, some of them are POSITIVELY fluffy! :-D?
Fine Feathers by
irrelevant (Bruce, Damian, Dick, Jason, Tim & Steph, cross-dressing)
Damian stares at the wall over Grayson's head because at the moment it feels like the only option. "This is pointless and unnecessary," he says.
"You forgot uncomfortable, humiliating and emasculating," says Drake. He's sitting half in, half out of a convenient patch of shadow, doing something to his nails. He looks up and-does not smile at Damian. "With literal potential on the last," he adds.
"And you'd know all about that, wouldn't you, little brother?" Grayson says. He's grinning. Offensively. "Close your eyes, this stuff is probably toxic," he tells Damian before he strokes something over Damian's left lid.
"I will kill you all," Damian remarks to no one in particular.
Able to Succeed by
brownbetty (Bruce & Tim)
Scenario: Two-Face has taken Fire Chief Anderson hostage at a Thursday matinee at the Princess Theatre. Two-Face has three male accomplices, all unknown. Anderson and Two-Face are on the stage, accomplices are blocking exits.
Describe how you will achieve the following: a) ensure safety of Chief Anderson and theatre-goers, b) apprehend Two-Face and accomplices, c) minimize property damage, d) remain uninjured. Prioritize in order given. List materials used, describe deployment, estimate worst and best case scenarios, and develop contingencies. Use essay format.
Tim looks up. "I don't know if I... If I could do those things."
"Assume success," says Bruce unencouragingly. "Describe how it's achieved."
Pound Foolish by
bossymarmalade (Dick & Tim)
He paused and raised an eyebrow at Dick, who was smirking silently as he scouted around Pennywise's sewer lair. "Ah. Just call me Robin, the Eternal Straight-Man."
"It's my fabulous way with the deadpan," Dick said. "It's tripped up more experienced folks than you, Robin."
The Dead Talk Back (And Back And Back And Back) by seriousfic (Bruce, Steph & Tim)
The chair had stopped facing away from Batman, so Steph reversed herself and perched her arms on the back of the chair. “Juuuust checking. You know, it’s kind of insulting for you to think that you can predict what I would say to you if I hadn’t died. You are kinda notoriously inept at ‘getting me’, after all. I’m sure you can think of a million times you tried to predict me and failed.”
Batman stopped typing. He’d just realized that he’d stopped indexing case files and subconsciously called up Steph’s file. It listed her as... “I thought you would make a good Robin.“
“Ouch.” A crash. Batman turned to see the chair had toppled over and Steph was nowhere in sight. “The dead have feelings too, you know.”
Hanging Work by
cereta (Bruce, Dick & Selina, AU)
"Now," she said, releasing his shoulder to sit beside him, "why don't you tell me where you learned to do those things? The flip was particularly impressive, by the way."
For a moment, Dick could only stare. He'd seen a lot in the two years since his parents' death, but sitting on a rooftop with a beautiful woman who he'd just tried to rob, being complimented on his acrobatic skills, was a new one.
"Gym class." He was pretty sure no one from Tony Zucco's outfit was still looking for him - at least the police hadn't seemed to think so when they'd closed the case after Zucco's death - but it never hurt to be careful. At least that's why he told himself he hadn't talked about the circus since he'd run away from the Gotham Youth Facility.
So Hard To Be A Saint In The City by
inlovewithnight (Jason)
He remembers his last thought before the dark, and his first thought before his eyes opened. It's easy, because they're the same.
The last word that crossed his lips before he died was Mom. The first thing he forced from his painfully restored lungs was Batman. But the last and first thoughts, safe and silent in his mind, were Bruce.
Bruce and help me.
Exile in Guyville by
gloss (Dick, Jason & Tim)
"Well, well." Jay stops in the doorway, silhouetted by the light in the hall as he tips his head back and drains a gallon jug of orange juice. He tosses it over his shoulder when he's finished, and waits until its bouncing has died down before acknowledging Tim. "We've got *company*, do we?"
"Jason." Tim braces his hand on the back of the couch and pulls himself up to his knees.
"Baby buttplug," Jason says amiably. He vaults one-handed into the recliner beside the couch. "How deliciously fucking *awful* to see you."
Variant by jamjar (Kon & Tim, AU)
Everyone knows about Experiment 13. Or, to put it more accurately, very few people know, but for the ones that do know, it removes the possibility of thinking about anything else. Tim Drake Three knows because he did some of the labwork first, and he's worked with enough alien DNA to recognise certain distinctive markers. It's easy to spot the Kryptonian work. He's impressed with the theory, even if the technical work comes down to him. Tim Three is good at the mechanics.
And Then the Heroes Came Along by
roga (Bruce & Clark, crossover with SGA)
John stood up, Rodney following. “You know, they kind of look familiar,” Rodney said as they walked towards the pair. “In a vague kind of way. They have square jaws.”
“A lot of people have square jaws.”
“Not like these. Clefty.”
Origin Story by minim-calibre (Barbara, Nolan 'verse)
Dad lets her take self-defense classes after that. It starts with aikido and Krav Maga, moves on to capoeira and whatever else she can fit in a schedule that's suddenly packed with classes and as many extracurriculars as her school will allow. It keeps her mind off the tension at home.
Aunt Barbara and Jimmy move out shortly after Babs celebrates her thirteenth birthday. Babs thinks she knows the last straw. Two weeks ago, the headlines all said that Harvey Dent opened his eyes and spoke.
The Urban Vigilante vs. the Common Cold by sister-wolf (Jason)
“Need a kleenex?” Nightwing asked, producing a little plastic travel pack of them out of… somewhere. Jason had yet to figure out how the guy carried anything on him, considering that his costume was skin-tight and he apparently had something against the Bat-standard utility belt.
Jason eyed him suspiciously. “Why are you being so nice to me?”
Nightwing shrugged. “How about we make a deal… I’ll give you the kleenex if you agree not to hold a gun on me this time. Call me crazy, but the idea of a guy who’s sneezing violently pointing a gun at my head tends to make me a little nervous.”
The Compass you Gave Me and Take the Black off a Crow by ficbyzee (Dick and Kon, AU)
Dick sighs and runs a hand through his hair. Dammit. Blüdhaven's had its share of Superman wannabes, but none of them had superpowers--and none of them were so *young.*
And now this one has passed out at Dick's feet, in the rain. Whoever he is, he doesn't have the right to wear that crest, especially now that Clark's.... gone.
Where the Asphalt Flowers Grow by nokomis305 (Steph)
“Hrmph,” replied Arthur. He scooped up her grilled cheese and picked at it, scowling. “This is worse than prison food.”
Steph shrugged. She’d never tried prison food, so she didn’t know.
He looked at her for a second, then said, “Go put on your jacket.”
“Why?” she asked warily.
“Because you’re coming with me. I’ve got some work to do, and I can’t stay here.”
Heart, Humble by
brownbetty (Tim)
It's as if it's a balance to all the years he lived in blissful ignorance. My son could be dead.
Now that Tim's safe, out of the reach of Wayne, he's gripped with terror at intervals. It's as if he couldn't absorb all at once the enormity of the horror, so that his mind slowly and painfully unclenches, letting in painful shards of realization only when he can deal with them. The next time it happens he's meeting with a client. They're discussing tax strategies when he suddenly realizes, he could be dead, it's only luck he's not dead. He has excuse himself to go the bathroom, where he throws up.
they shall have stars at elbow and foot by beardsley (Dick, Jason & Selina)
"I have connections in the INS." She tousles Jay's hair, then settles one hand on his shoulder, slowly so as not to spook him. Her eyes are bright with compassion; they aren't sad. "Give me a week or two, xiao mao, and I'll get you a green card."
Jay hesitates at her words, words he doesn't understand. "I don't speak any Chinese," he says.
"I know, Jay." Selina gives his shoulder a squeeze. "You remind me of a cat, and, well," she grins, "I happen to like cats. So there: little cat."
Fathers and Daughters by
hradzka (Cass & Jim Gordon)
Batgirl held the picture close to her face. She looked at the faces in the picture: at Jim, at Barbara. Slowly, she traced a finger across the glass.
"Does your father know?" said Jim gently.
Batgirl glanced at him, then turned her gaze back to the picture. She nodded slowly. Jim shuddered, deep inside. He didn't know how the man could go about knowing, really knowing -- "It must be hard for him," he said.
Flamebird by sharpest-rose (Bruce, Dick, Jason & Tim, AU, Star Wars fusion)
And then, after having enough time to almost get used to the idea that he had a new life coming, Jay stands in front of the Council and listens as they say "too old" and "a shame" and "other work will be found."
He hasn't had to do any work to get here; that meant it had to have been easy. But it doesn't feel easy to let go of the new dream, barely newborn. For a moment, Jay was going to be a Jedi, and then the moment ended.
Easy come, easy go.
Road to Damascus by
irrelevant (Bruce, Dick & Tim, AU)
Outside, the hum of the generators dies. The light coming in through the shaded windows dwindles to almost nothing. Dick closes his eyes.
He doesn't think of all the possible reasons why Tim would be here, hundreds of miles from his home, sleeping on a floor that isn't Dick's. He doesn't wonder what kind of family would let their too small, too adult kid off the leash like this. He just rolls over onto his other side and goes to sleep.
Otherside 'verse by __marcelo (Bruce 'centric, appearances from almost everyone, AU)
They only caught him because his butler gave him away. And even after the hundreds of bodies, his money bought enough of the law that he was declared insane. Not that there was much of a doubt for those who saw him.
Now he sits in his cell in Arkham, meditating, waiting in the dark like an sleeping bat.
They light a warning signal against the Gotham sky every time he escapes.
Rooftop World by
rubynye (Dick, Steph & Tim)
There's no way she can take both of them. Steph grins, plants her feet, and holds her head up as they form up back to back. "Bring it."
"It is so brung." Nightwing must do those flips just to be distracting. Tim just grunts and runs at her, still blushing.
Oh, yeah. They're treating her like she can keep up, and she'll sure as hell try. Steph kicks and spins and actually lands a blow on each guy; thinking of Cass, she tries to watch the way they fight together, how they're trying to bracket her. With a timely dodge she nearly makes Nightwing punch Tim, and bites her lip to keep from laughing. Nightwing winces and laughs and grins at her, and Tim's proud little smile is better than a grin. And then Tim whacks her in the shoulder and Nightwing sweeps her knee from under her and down she goes onto the hard gravel roof.
Nesting by
brownbetty (Dick, Jason, Steph & Tim)
It's always really obvious when Dick is letting Jason stay at his apartment. Dick can't stand wearing socks and always peels them off when he gets to his apartment. Jason can't stand Dick's socks and always picks them off the floor and puts them in the laundry basket. In the winter, Tim's presence can be detected by his coat on a peg by the door: in summer, it cannot. When Steph is there, winter or summer, the first thing she always does is throw open the living room window declaring that "this place smells like boys!"
Here All The Bombs Fade Away by nokomis305 (Jason, Steph & Tim)
Jason rolls his eyes. “They’ll stick just anyone in that costume these days, won’t they?” he says confidentially to Tim, who purses his lips in an uncanny imitation of Bruce.
Blondie doesn’t give Tim a chance to reply. “Oh, sweetheart, no need to get jealous on my account. Get us through this and I’ll let you try it on.”
Windows by
inlovewithnight (Dick & Jason)
“Mm-hmm.” Jason ignores Dick's carefully posed indifference and finishes his beer, then tosses the bottle in the air and watches it describe three lazy flips before he catches it. “He loved me best, which is part of your problem, and young prince Timothy's. But he respected you more, and still does, which chaps my ass good, let me tell you.”
Dick blinks twice and can't quite figure out what to say, finally falling back on “So what does Tim do best, then?”
Jason snorts in contempt and hops off the counter, taking the bottle to the sink. “Fuck if I know. Championship ass-wiping?”
The Case of the Disappearing Felines by jamjar (Bart, Kon & Tim)
Bet Wally's Bat-co-hero never touches him half as much as Bart's does. Bart might just be starting out, but he's already managing to have good relationships with other heroes. That sort of thing's *important*. He just needs a reason to meet up with them. Something other than the needing-to-bond thing, because Superboy and Robin are probably really busy, and wouldn't want to visit him just for that.
He needs an *excuse*.
To Salvage One Sadness by nokomis305 (Dick & Steph)
She flinched, just a bit, then let out a loud sigh. “You know, this club looked a lot more glamorous from the outside.”
“Jaded already?” he said, smiling to let her know that... well, it wasn’t okay, but he didn’t resent her. Not like...
He forced himself to listen to her answer.
“I thought this was going to be great, and it is. Just. I wish everyone wasn’t so pissed off ” she said. The blood on her cheek matched her lipstick.
A Symptom of Affection and Silence by
brownbetty (Bruce & Tim, bondage)
"Tell me what you want," he says, and thinks his voice is steady.
Bruce's voice resonates: he sounds amused. "Is that an offer?" Tim's glad he can't see Bruce's face.
Tim swallows. Licks some moisture back into his mouth. "Not if you can't be specific," he manages.
"Really, Tim, I thought I trained you to observe."
A Heart in Port by
rubynye (Dick, Jason, Steph & Tim, AU)
People see what they expect to see, Steph reminds herself, as she takes a deep breath and grabs a rung on the scaffolding. They'd notice Robin in bright spandex, but an ordinary blonde girl in a jeans jacket doesn't draw any notice as she climbs up the side of the building till she can reach the paneless window she saw from the street. From there it's a quick elevator-surf to the top floor, and an air duct to the roof.
Steph's missed the rooftops. The breeze is stiff, making her hair snap, pulllng her jacket away from her body. She closes her eyes, feeling the air rushing over her face, and wonders who'll find her first. If they haven't changed the patrols since she left, Dick and Jason should be on now, Tim in two hours, unless someone drops him a line or he uses his freakboy powers to figure out she's back.
Visit by jamjar (Cassie, Kon and Tim)
"Uh, hello Mr Drake," Cassie says, pulling away eventually. She doesn't exactly look at Tim for her cue, but he can see her trying to pick it up anyway. She steps forwards and holds her hand out. "Hi, I'm Cassie Sandsmark."
It's one of the reasons he made sure she was one of the first invited. Cassie's identity is a matter of public record. She's the image of an intelligent, well-balanced teenage girl, several steps removed the shadows of Gotham. He chose Kon for similar reasons. Kon has a public identity, with a personal name that isn't his hero one. Like Cassie, Kon often acts like his apparent age. The illusion of it will help, as much as the connection to Superman.
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Fine Feathers by
irrelevant (Bruce, Damian, Dick, Jason, Tim & Steph, cross-dressing)
Damian stares at the wall over Grayson's head because at the moment it feels like the only option. "This is pointless and unnecessary," he says.
"You forgot uncomfortable, humiliating and emasculating," says Drake. He's sitting half in, half out of a convenient patch of shadow, doing something to his nails. He looks up and-does not smile at Damian. "With literal potential on the last," he adds.
"And you'd know all about that, wouldn't you, little brother?" Grayson says. He's grinning. Offensively. "Close your eyes, this stuff is probably toxic," he tells Damian before he strokes something over Damian's left lid.
"I will kill you all," Damian remarks to no one in particular.
Able to Succeed by
brownbetty (Bruce & Tim)
Scenario: Two-Face has taken Fire Chief Anderson hostage at a Thursday matinee at the Princess Theatre. Two-Face has three male accomplices, all unknown. Anderson and Two-Face are on the stage, accomplices are blocking exits.
Describe how you will achieve the following: a) ensure safety of Chief Anderson and theatre-goers, b) apprehend Two-Face and accomplices, c) minimize property damage, d) remain uninjured. Prioritize in order given. List materials used, describe deployment, estimate worst and best case scenarios, and develop contingencies. Use essay format.
Tim looks up. "I don't know if I... If I could do those things."
"Assume success," says Bruce unencouragingly. "Describe how it's achieved."
Pound Foolish by
bossymarmalade (Dick & Tim)
He paused and raised an eyebrow at Dick, who was smirking silently as he scouted around Pennywise's sewer lair. "Ah. Just call me Robin, the Eternal Straight-Man."
"It's my fabulous way with the deadpan," Dick said. "It's tripped up more experienced folks than you, Robin."
The Dead Talk Back (And Back And Back And Back) by seriousfic (Bruce, Steph & Tim)
The chair had stopped facing away from Batman, so Steph reversed herself and perched her arms on the back of the chair. “Juuuust checking. You know, it’s kind of insulting for you to think that you can predict what I would say to you if I hadn’t died. You are kinda notoriously inept at ‘getting me’, after all. I’m sure you can think of a million times you tried to predict me and failed.”
Batman stopped typing. He’d just realized that he’d stopped indexing case files and subconsciously called up Steph’s file. It listed her as... “I thought you would make a good Robin.“
“Ouch.” A crash. Batman turned to see the chair had toppled over and Steph was nowhere in sight. “The dead have feelings too, you know.”
Hanging Work by
cereta (Bruce, Dick & Selina, AU)
"Now," she said, releasing his shoulder to sit beside him, "why don't you tell me where you learned to do those things? The flip was particularly impressive, by the way."
For a moment, Dick could only stare. He'd seen a lot in the two years since his parents' death, but sitting on a rooftop with a beautiful woman who he'd just tried to rob, being complimented on his acrobatic skills, was a new one.
"Gym class." He was pretty sure no one from Tony Zucco's outfit was still looking for him - at least the police hadn't seemed to think so when they'd closed the case after Zucco's death - but it never hurt to be careful. At least that's why he told himself he hadn't talked about the circus since he'd run away from the Gotham Youth Facility.
So Hard To Be A Saint In The City by
inlovewithnight (Jason)
He remembers his last thought before the dark, and his first thought before his eyes opened. It's easy, because they're the same.
The last word that crossed his lips before he died was Mom. The first thing he forced from his painfully restored lungs was Batman. But the last and first thoughts, safe and silent in his mind, were Bruce.
Bruce and help me.
Exile in Guyville by
gloss (Dick, Jason & Tim)
"Well, well." Jay stops in the doorway, silhouetted by the light in the hall as he tips his head back and drains a gallon jug of orange juice. He tosses it over his shoulder when he's finished, and waits until its bouncing has died down before acknowledging Tim. "We've got *company*, do we?"
"Jason." Tim braces his hand on the back of the couch and pulls himself up to his knees.
"Baby buttplug," Jason says amiably. He vaults one-handed into the recliner beside the couch. "How deliciously fucking *awful* to see you."
Variant by jamjar (Kon & Tim, AU)
Everyone knows about Experiment 13. Or, to put it more accurately, very few people know, but for the ones that do know, it removes the possibility of thinking about anything else. Tim Drake Three knows because he did some of the labwork first, and he's worked with enough alien DNA to recognise certain distinctive markers. It's easy to spot the Kryptonian work. He's impressed with the theory, even if the technical work comes down to him. Tim Three is good at the mechanics.
And Then the Heroes Came Along by
roga (Bruce & Clark, crossover with SGA)
John stood up, Rodney following. “You know, they kind of look familiar,” Rodney said as they walked towards the pair. “In a vague kind of way. They have square jaws.”
“A lot of people have square jaws.”
“Not like these. Clefty.”
Origin Story by minim-calibre (Barbara, Nolan 'verse)
Dad lets her take self-defense classes after that. It starts with aikido and Krav Maga, moves on to capoeira and whatever else she can fit in a schedule that's suddenly packed with classes and as many extracurriculars as her school will allow. It keeps her mind off the tension at home.
Aunt Barbara and Jimmy move out shortly after Babs celebrates her thirteenth birthday. Babs thinks she knows the last straw. Two weeks ago, the headlines all said that Harvey Dent opened his eyes and spoke.
The Urban Vigilante vs. the Common Cold by sister-wolf (Jason)
“Need a kleenex?” Nightwing asked, producing a little plastic travel pack of them out of… somewhere. Jason had yet to figure out how the guy carried anything on him, considering that his costume was skin-tight and he apparently had something against the Bat-standard utility belt.
Jason eyed him suspiciously. “Why are you being so nice to me?”
Nightwing shrugged. “How about we make a deal… I’ll give you the kleenex if you agree not to hold a gun on me this time. Call me crazy, but the idea of a guy who’s sneezing violently pointing a gun at my head tends to make me a little nervous.”
The Compass you Gave Me and Take the Black off a Crow by ficbyzee (Dick and Kon, AU)
Dick sighs and runs a hand through his hair. Dammit. Blüdhaven's had its share of Superman wannabes, but none of them had superpowers--and none of them were so *young.*
And now this one has passed out at Dick's feet, in the rain. Whoever he is, he doesn't have the right to wear that crest, especially now that Clark's.... gone.
Where the Asphalt Flowers Grow by nokomis305 (Steph)
“Hrmph,” replied Arthur. He scooped up her grilled cheese and picked at it, scowling. “This is worse than prison food.”
Steph shrugged. She’d never tried prison food, so she didn’t know.
He looked at her for a second, then said, “Go put on your jacket.”
“Why?” she asked warily.
“Because you’re coming with me. I’ve got some work to do, and I can’t stay here.”
Heart, Humble by
brownbetty (Tim)
It's as if it's a balance to all the years he lived in blissful ignorance. My son could be dead.
Now that Tim's safe, out of the reach of Wayne, he's gripped with terror at intervals. It's as if he couldn't absorb all at once the enormity of the horror, so that his mind slowly and painfully unclenches, letting in painful shards of realization only when he can deal with them. The next time it happens he's meeting with a client. They're discussing tax strategies when he suddenly realizes, he could be dead, it's only luck he's not dead. He has excuse himself to go the bathroom, where he throws up.
they shall have stars at elbow and foot by beardsley (Dick, Jason & Selina)
"I have connections in the INS." She tousles Jay's hair, then settles one hand on his shoulder, slowly so as not to spook him. Her eyes are bright with compassion; they aren't sad. "Give me a week or two, xiao mao, and I'll get you a green card."
Jay hesitates at her words, words he doesn't understand. "I don't speak any Chinese," he says.
"I know, Jay." Selina gives his shoulder a squeeze. "You remind me of a cat, and, well," she grins, "I happen to like cats. So there: little cat."
Fathers and Daughters by
hradzka (Cass & Jim Gordon)
Batgirl held the picture close to her face. She looked at the faces in the picture: at Jim, at Barbara. Slowly, she traced a finger across the glass.
"Does your father know?" said Jim gently.
Batgirl glanced at him, then turned her gaze back to the picture. She nodded slowly. Jim shuddered, deep inside. He didn't know how the man could go about knowing, really knowing -- "It must be hard for him," he said.
Flamebird by sharpest-rose (Bruce, Dick, Jason & Tim, AU, Star Wars fusion)
And then, after having enough time to almost get used to the idea that he had a new life coming, Jay stands in front of the Council and listens as they say "too old" and "a shame" and "other work will be found."
He hasn't had to do any work to get here; that meant it had to have been easy. But it doesn't feel easy to let go of the new dream, barely newborn. For a moment, Jay was going to be a Jedi, and then the moment ended.
Easy come, easy go.
Road to Damascus by
irrelevant (Bruce, Dick & Tim, AU)
Outside, the hum of the generators dies. The light coming in through the shaded windows dwindles to almost nothing. Dick closes his eyes.
He doesn't think of all the possible reasons why Tim would be here, hundreds of miles from his home, sleeping on a floor that isn't Dick's. He doesn't wonder what kind of family would let their too small, too adult kid off the leash like this. He just rolls over onto his other side and goes to sleep.
Otherside 'verse by __marcelo (Bruce 'centric, appearances from almost everyone, AU)
They only caught him because his butler gave him away. And even after the hundreds of bodies, his money bought enough of the law that he was declared insane. Not that there was much of a doubt for those who saw him.
Now he sits in his cell in Arkham, meditating, waiting in the dark like an sleeping bat.
They light a warning signal against the Gotham sky every time he escapes.
Rooftop World by
rubynye (Dick, Steph & Tim)
There's no way she can take both of them. Steph grins, plants her feet, and holds her head up as they form up back to back. "Bring it."
"It is so brung." Nightwing must do those flips just to be distracting. Tim just grunts and runs at her, still blushing.
Oh, yeah. They're treating her like she can keep up, and she'll sure as hell try. Steph kicks and spins and actually lands a blow on each guy; thinking of Cass, she tries to watch the way they fight together, how they're trying to bracket her. With a timely dodge she nearly makes Nightwing punch Tim, and bites her lip to keep from laughing. Nightwing winces and laughs and grins at her, and Tim's proud little smile is better than a grin. And then Tim whacks her in the shoulder and Nightwing sweeps her knee from under her and down she goes onto the hard gravel roof.
Nesting by
brownbetty (Dick, Jason, Steph & Tim)
It's always really obvious when Dick is letting Jason stay at his apartment. Dick can't stand wearing socks and always peels them off when he gets to his apartment. Jason can't stand Dick's socks and always picks them off the floor and puts them in the laundry basket. In the winter, Tim's presence can be detected by his coat on a peg by the door: in summer, it cannot. When Steph is there, winter or summer, the first thing she always does is throw open the living room window declaring that "this place smells like boys!"
Here All The Bombs Fade Away by nokomis305 (Jason, Steph & Tim)
Jason rolls his eyes. “They’ll stick just anyone in that costume these days, won’t they?” he says confidentially to Tim, who purses his lips in an uncanny imitation of Bruce.
Blondie doesn’t give Tim a chance to reply. “Oh, sweetheart, no need to get jealous on my account. Get us through this and I’ll let you try it on.”
Windows by
inlovewithnight (Dick & Jason)
“Mm-hmm.” Jason ignores Dick's carefully posed indifference and finishes his beer, then tosses the bottle in the air and watches it describe three lazy flips before he catches it. “He loved me best, which is part of your problem, and young prince Timothy's. But he respected you more, and still does, which chaps my ass good, let me tell you.”
Dick blinks twice and can't quite figure out what to say, finally falling back on “So what does Tim do best, then?”
Jason snorts in contempt and hops off the counter, taking the bottle to the sink. “Fuck if I know. Championship ass-wiping?”
The Case of the Disappearing Felines by jamjar (Bart, Kon & Tim)
Bet Wally's Bat-co-hero never touches him half as much as Bart's does. Bart might just be starting out, but he's already managing to have good relationships with other heroes. That sort of thing's *important*. He just needs a reason to meet up with them. Something other than the needing-to-bond thing, because Superboy and Robin are probably really busy, and wouldn't want to visit him just for that.
He needs an *excuse*.
To Salvage One Sadness by nokomis305 (Dick & Steph)
She flinched, just a bit, then let out a loud sigh. “You know, this club looked a lot more glamorous from the outside.”
“Jaded already?” he said, smiling to let her know that... well, it wasn’t okay, but he didn’t resent her. Not like...
He forced himself to listen to her answer.
“I thought this was going to be great, and it is. Just. I wish everyone wasn’t so pissed off ” she said. The blood on her cheek matched her lipstick.
A Symptom of Affection and Silence by
brownbetty (Bruce & Tim, bondage)
"Tell me what you want," he says, and thinks his voice is steady.
Bruce's voice resonates: he sounds amused. "Is that an offer?" Tim's glad he can't see Bruce's face.
Tim swallows. Licks some moisture back into his mouth. "Not if you can't be specific," he manages.
"Really, Tim, I thought I trained you to observe."
A Heart in Port by
rubynye (Dick, Jason, Steph & Tim, AU)
People see what they expect to see, Steph reminds herself, as she takes a deep breath and grabs a rung on the scaffolding. They'd notice Robin in bright spandex, but an ordinary blonde girl in a jeans jacket doesn't draw any notice as she climbs up the side of the building till she can reach the paneless window she saw from the street. From there it's a quick elevator-surf to the top floor, and an air duct to the roof.
Steph's missed the rooftops. The breeze is stiff, making her hair snap, pulllng her jacket away from her body. She closes her eyes, feeling the air rushing over her face, and wonders who'll find her first. If they haven't changed the patrols since she left, Dick and Jason should be on now, Tim in two hours, unless someone drops him a line or he uses his freakboy powers to figure out she's back.
Visit by jamjar (Cassie, Kon and Tim)
"Uh, hello Mr Drake," Cassie says, pulling away eventually. She doesn't exactly look at Tim for her cue, but he can see her trying to pick it up anyway. She steps forwards and holds her hand out. "Hi, I'm Cassie Sandsmark."
It's one of the reasons he made sure she was one of the first invited. Cassie's identity is a matter of public record. She's the image of an intelligent, well-balanced teenage girl, several steps removed the shadows of Gotham. He chose Kon for similar reasons. Kon has a public identity, with a personal name that isn't his hero one. Like Cassie, Kon often acts like his apparent age. The illusion of it will help, as much as the connection to Superman.
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