Batfamily rec: From your memory to this instant; Or, Forensics by gloss
Title: From your memory to this instant; Or, Forensics
Author:
gloss
Fandom: DC Comics
Characters/Pairings: Tim Drake/Dick Grayson, Dick Grayson/Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Holly Robinson
Rating: Explicit
Length: 36744 words
Warnings: Underage
Spoilers: This story takes place a couple years after Infinite Crisis. It follows canon through 52 and early OYL arcs in ROBIN, CATWOMAN, NIGHTWING, OUTSIDERS and JLA before it diverges.
Why this must be read:
Dick stops fronting and trusts Tim. Maybe that's backwards.
This is without a doubt my favourite Dick/Tim story and it is one I reread frequently. It is a beautiful and layered piece of writing where Dick finds himself investigating a blackmail case that has the potential to change the way he looks at Tim forever. The story follows Dick's journey of discovery through Tim's Gotham as he tries to work out exactly what has changed between him and Tim and what exactly is going on in Tim's twisty little head. On the way, Dick is helped by Jason Todd, Holly Robinson and Oracle, and it touches on many of the Batfamily interrelationships, particularly the bonds between the male Robins. While Bruce doesn't actually appear, his presence is felt strongly throughout.
Extract
He holds a bundle of photographs. Not paper, but 8x10 black and white glossies, clipped together with a legal fastener. A note's stuck on top.
Dick can only take in stray details. Dumbstruck, like he's just left a movie matinee and forgotten it's still daylight out, he blinks hard and fumbles toward understanding. As the photos move, the details slide past him, farther from sense with each moment. Details -- arms, and an embracing male couple, kisses to stubbled cheeks and tongues on naked torsos, a coiled tattoo on a hairy wrist, the dark patch of hair spreading out and thickening below a man's navel.
Tim's navel.
That's Tim in a kiss, his arm around someone's narrow shoulders, his back arching as a lozenge of shadow nestles at his waistband.
Photographs of Tim, achingly clear, pristinely focused. Naked, or nearly so, kissing another guy, grabbing at him, *kneeling* in front of him.
Dick's pulse beats across his face.
The note skates across the bundle. Whatever will Daddy say pay?
From your memory to this instant; Or, Forensics
Author:
gloss
Fandom: DC Comics
Characters/Pairings: Tim Drake/Dick Grayson, Dick Grayson/Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Holly Robinson
Rating: Explicit
Length: 36744 words
Warnings: Underage
Spoilers: This story takes place a couple years after Infinite Crisis. It follows canon through 52 and early OYL arcs in ROBIN, CATWOMAN, NIGHTWING, OUTSIDERS and JLA before it diverges.
Why this must be read:
Dick stops fronting and trusts Tim. Maybe that's backwards.
This is without a doubt my favourite Dick/Tim story and it is one I reread frequently. It is a beautiful and layered piece of writing where Dick finds himself investigating a blackmail case that has the potential to change the way he looks at Tim forever. The story follows Dick's journey of discovery through Tim's Gotham as he tries to work out exactly what has changed between him and Tim and what exactly is going on in Tim's twisty little head. On the way, Dick is helped by Jason Todd, Holly Robinson and Oracle, and it touches on many of the Batfamily interrelationships, particularly the bonds between the male Robins. While Bruce doesn't actually appear, his presence is felt strongly throughout.
Extract
He holds a bundle of photographs. Not paper, but 8x10 black and white glossies, clipped together with a legal fastener. A note's stuck on top.
Dick can only take in stray details. Dumbstruck, like he's just left a movie matinee and forgotten it's still daylight out, he blinks hard and fumbles toward understanding. As the photos move, the details slide past him, farther from sense with each moment. Details -- arms, and an embracing male couple, kisses to stubbled cheeks and tongues on naked torsos, a coiled tattoo on a hairy wrist, the dark patch of hair spreading out and thickening below a man's navel.
Tim's navel.
That's Tim in a kiss, his arm around someone's narrow shoulders, his back arching as a lozenge of shadow nestles at his waistband.
Photographs of Tim, achingly clear, pristinely focused. Naked, or nearly so, kissing another guy, grabbing at him, *kneeling* in front of him.
Dick's pulse beats across his face.
The note skates across the bundle. Whatever will Daddy say pay?
From your memory to this instant; Or, Forensics