DCU Fanfic: Like One Of Your Bond Girls
Title: Like One Of Your Bond Girls
Fandom: DCU
Character(s): Jason, Tim
Pairing(s): pre-Jason/Tim, implied-ish Steph/Tim
Word Count: 237
Genre: humor/general
Rating: PG/K+
Notes: A friend of mine was feeling low, and I had muses, so what does Jason muse do ONCE he has power again? Put Tim in a dress. Whoever is surprised, speak now or forever hold your peace. Also, I know nothing about Bond. Jason just thinks wearing a tux means he's James Bond. >>;; Ridiculous boy. Crossdressing shenanigans are what Halloween is all about.
Link: N/A
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“I hate you so damned much right now.”
“Baby bird, that's not befitting language for a lady of your standing.”
Tim scowled. “You do know I will get you back for this, right? And why the hell couldn't Steph do this? She has the right...assets.”
Jason snorted. “Hell yeah, she does,” he replied, a bit wistfully until Tim looked like he was going to break out a nerve strike Cass had taught him. “Oh, calm down. No moves on your girlfriend...tonight, anyway. And she said she's busy tonight with Babs.”
“Yeah, busy getting pictures of this for her personal collection,” Tim muttered. “Look, can we get this over with? We both look ridiculous.”
“Speak for yourself,” Jason said with a smirk. “I make a great Bond, and you're not a half bad Bond girl.”
Tim rolled his eyes. “You are insufferable,” he stated as he shifted on his heels. “And prolonging this because you're a sadist.”
“Duh, Timmy,” Jason replied as he held his arm out. “Come along, dear. We have a party to infiltrate.”
“I may stab you with these stilettos by the end of the night,” Tim stated with a faked smile as he looped his arm with Jason's.
“Save that for the baddies,” Jason answered then opened the door to the hotel. “Ladies first.”
Tim grumbled, going in first. This was going to be a long night.
Fandom: DCU
Character(s): Jason, Tim
Pairing(s): pre-Jason/Tim, implied-ish Steph/Tim
Word Count: 237
Genre: humor/general
Rating: PG/K+
Notes: A friend of mine was feeling low, and I had muses, so what does Jason muse do ONCE he has power again? Put Tim in a dress. Whoever is surprised, speak now or forever hold your peace. Also, I know nothing about Bond. Jason just thinks wearing a tux means he's James Bond. >>;; Ridiculous boy. Crossdressing shenanigans are what Halloween is all about.
Link: N/A
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“I hate you so damned much right now.”
“Baby bird, that's not befitting language for a lady of your standing.”
Tim scowled. “You do know I will get you back for this, right? And why the hell couldn't Steph do this? She has the right...assets.”
Jason snorted. “Hell yeah, she does,” he replied, a bit wistfully until Tim looked like he was going to break out a nerve strike Cass had taught him. “Oh, calm down. No moves on your girlfriend...tonight, anyway. And she said she's busy tonight with Babs.”
“Yeah, busy getting pictures of this for her personal collection,” Tim muttered. “Look, can we get this over with? We both look ridiculous.”
“Speak for yourself,” Jason said with a smirk. “I make a great Bond, and you're not a half bad Bond girl.”
Tim rolled his eyes. “You are insufferable,” he stated as he shifted on his heels. “And prolonging this because you're a sadist.”
“Duh, Timmy,” Jason replied as he held his arm out. “Come along, dear. We have a party to infiltrate.”
“I may stab you with these stilettos by the end of the night,” Tim stated with a faked smile as he looped his arm with Jason's.
“Save that for the baddies,” Jason answered then opened the door to the hotel. “Ladies first.”
Tim grumbled, going in first. This was going to be a long night.