DCU Fanfic: More Than Just Pretending
Title: More Than Just Pretending
Fandom: DCU
Character(s): Tim, Steph
Pairing(s): pre-Steph/Tim
Word Count: 287
Genre: general/humor
Rating: PG/K+
Notes: Last Prop 8 Meme fic that I wrote BEFORE the binge. This one was for aubreys_master with the prompt: Tim/Steph, crutches. You say we planned this fic prompt ahead of time for the giggles? Shhh, that's a secret! Takes place after the latest issue of Red Robin. <3?
Link: Prop 8 Meme
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He could pretend to be crippled for year. Tim was planning to tough that out, so Vicki Vale couldn’t prove her claims true, but an unforeseen problem had arisen. Usually, he had a contingency plan for every situation that could and would arise, but Tim hadn’t taken into account having Oracle against him.
In hindsight, Tim probably should have found another way to have this play out, but it wasn’t his fault how the shooting happened. Now, he had few more problems than just leg braces and crutches. This was a problem he needed help with, and if he called Dick, he wouldn’t get the help he needed.
This problem required a lady’s touch, but unfortunately, the lady he had called was too busy laughing at him to be of much help. “Steph!” Tim exclaimed, keeping his voice as low as possible. “I need your help, and you knew about this before you got here!”
“I did, but it’s even funnier in person!” Steph replied between giggles before staring at Tim for a moment. “Man, you’re not even wearing a bra. I can see your nipples, Tim!”
Tim made an indignant sound crossing his arms to cover his now ample chest. “Steph, please,” he begged. “This is already humiliating enough.”
Steph stopped laughing and glared at him. “Oh? So being a woman is humiliating, huh?” she questioned.
“No!” he exclaimed, his voice hitting a pitch he hadn’t been able to hit since long before his voice dropped. “I just...this is going to take a lot of work to cover up. I can’t exactly explain to the public why I’m woman, now can I?”
“I guess,” Steph muttered, agreeing with him. “How can I help?”
Fandom: DCU
Character(s): Tim, Steph
Pairing(s): pre-Steph/Tim
Word Count: 287
Genre: general/humor
Rating: PG/K+
Notes: Last Prop 8 Meme fic that I wrote BEFORE the binge. This one was for aubreys_master with the prompt: Tim/Steph, crutches. You say we planned this fic prompt ahead of time for the giggles? Shhh, that's a secret! Takes place after the latest issue of Red Robin. <3?
Link: Prop 8 Meme
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He could pretend to be crippled for year. Tim was planning to tough that out, so Vicki Vale couldn’t prove her claims true, but an unforeseen problem had arisen. Usually, he had a contingency plan for every situation that could and would arise, but Tim hadn’t taken into account having Oracle against him.
In hindsight, Tim probably should have found another way to have this play out, but it wasn’t his fault how the shooting happened. Now, he had few more problems than just leg braces and crutches. This was a problem he needed help with, and if he called Dick, he wouldn’t get the help he needed.
This problem required a lady’s touch, but unfortunately, the lady he had called was too busy laughing at him to be of much help. “Steph!” Tim exclaimed, keeping his voice as low as possible. “I need your help, and you knew about this before you got here!”
“I did, but it’s even funnier in person!” Steph replied between giggles before staring at Tim for a moment. “Man, you’re not even wearing a bra. I can see your nipples, Tim!”
Tim made an indignant sound crossing his arms to cover his now ample chest. “Steph, please,” he begged. “This is already humiliating enough.”
Steph stopped laughing and glared at him. “Oh? So being a woman is humiliating, huh?” she questioned.
“No!” he exclaimed, his voice hitting a pitch he hadn’t been able to hit since long before his voice dropped. “I just...this is going to take a lot of work to cover up. I can’t exactly explain to the public why I’m woman, now can I?”
“I guess,” Steph muttered, agreeing with him. “How can I help?”