DCU Fanfic: Bad Influence
Title: Bad Influence
Fandom: DCU
Character(s): Dick, Roy
Pairing(s): Roy/Dick
Word Count: 412
Genre: general
Rating: PG-13/T
Notes: A comment fic for jynx at comment_fic. Head over there an request stuff or try to fill things. It's fun~ Dick and Roy are alone in the Titans' Cave, and they're trying to decide who's a bad influence on who.
Link: comment_fic
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Garth had left early because of dehydration. Wally had homework he had neglected to do, and he couldn't finish at speed. Donna was needed on Themyscira to help Diana with something. That left Roy and Dick with the Titan Cave all to themselves.
It was a very rare occurrence, and the boys had no idea what to do with themselves. There weren't really any bad guys to take their mind off the awkward silence they had between them. Roy, being Roy and not a bat, couldn't stand the silence for too long.
"Why are we even here, Robin?" Roy asked exasperatedly. "Nothing's happening in the surrounding area, and if we're not even going to talk, there's nothing really any reason for us to be here."
Dick looked up from his seat at his desk where he was sorting through the Titans' fan mail. "Oh, I... Sorry, Speedy. Without the others here, I guess I'm kinda bad at a small talk."
Roy laughed as he perched himself on Dick's desk. "Ya think? I here Wally's pet turtle's a better conversationalist," he teased.
Dick crinkled his nose. "I hope I'm not that bad..." he said with a frown before looking up at Roy. "Okay, maybe I am that bad. Help me out, Speedy?"
Roy looked thoughtful for a moment before throwing his hat at Dick, landing it right on Dick's head. "First of all, we know each other's real names, so let's use them. Don't be a dick, Dick."
Dick rolled his eyes. "And you said my puns were bad, Roy."
"Maybe I'm hanging around you too much, shortpants. You're a bad influence," Roy joked.
"Me?" Dick snorted. "Yeah right, if anyone's the bad influence in this room, it's you!"
Roy pretended to look affronted. "Moi?" he asked as he sprawled on the desk, head perched on his hands as he looked at Dick. "You're just being silly."
"Nope, Batman says you're a bed influence," Dick said mock seriously, leaning in on his elbows. "I have to agree."
"I'll show you bad influence," Roy threatened.
"Really? Put your money where your mouth is, arrowbreath," Dick dared, face only inches away from Roy's.
Roy quickly moved his hand to the back of Dick's head, pulling Dick down to close those few inches between their lips. Dick was quickly pulled out of his chair and onto the desk with Roy, lips still firmly attached to one another as Roy showed Dick how bad he could be.
Fandom: DCU
Character(s): Dick, Roy
Pairing(s): Roy/Dick
Word Count: 412
Genre: general
Rating: PG-13/T
Notes: A comment fic for jynx at comment_fic. Head over there an request stuff or try to fill things. It's fun~ Dick and Roy are alone in the Titans' Cave, and they're trying to decide who's a bad influence on who.
Link: comment_fic
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Garth had left early because of dehydration. Wally had homework he had neglected to do, and he couldn't finish at speed. Donna was needed on Themyscira to help Diana with something. That left Roy and Dick with the Titan Cave all to themselves.
It was a very rare occurrence, and the boys had no idea what to do with themselves. There weren't really any bad guys to take their mind off the awkward silence they had between them. Roy, being Roy and not a bat, couldn't stand the silence for too long.
"Why are we even here, Robin?" Roy asked exasperatedly. "Nothing's happening in the surrounding area, and if we're not even going to talk, there's nothing really any reason for us to be here."
Dick looked up from his seat at his desk where he was sorting through the Titans' fan mail. "Oh, I... Sorry, Speedy. Without the others here, I guess I'm kinda bad at a small talk."
Roy laughed as he perched himself on Dick's desk. "Ya think? I here Wally's pet turtle's a better conversationalist," he teased.
Dick crinkled his nose. "I hope I'm not that bad..." he said with a frown before looking up at Roy. "Okay, maybe I am that bad. Help me out, Speedy?"
Roy looked thoughtful for a moment before throwing his hat at Dick, landing it right on Dick's head. "First of all, we know each other's real names, so let's use them. Don't be a dick, Dick."
Dick rolled his eyes. "And you said my puns were bad, Roy."
"Maybe I'm hanging around you too much, shortpants. You're a bad influence," Roy joked.
"Me?" Dick snorted. "Yeah right, if anyone's the bad influence in this room, it's you!"
Roy pretended to look affronted. "Moi?" he asked as he sprawled on the desk, head perched on his hands as he looked at Dick. "You're just being silly."
"Nope, Batman says you're a bed influence," Dick said mock seriously, leaning in on his elbows. "I have to agree."
"I'll show you bad influence," Roy threatened.
"Really? Put your money where your mouth is, arrowbreath," Dick dared, face only inches away from Roy's.
Roy quickly moved his hand to the back of Dick's head, pulling Dick down to close those few inches between their lips. Dick was quickly pulled out of his chair and onto the desk with Roy, lips still firmly attached to one another as Roy showed Dick how bad he could be.