Fic: Rope Tricks [DCU, Tim Drake, Dick Grayson]
Title: Rope Tricks
Fandom: DC Comics
Characters: Tim Drake, Dick Grayson
Rating: Teen
Warning: None
Note: For aiyokusama , and unbetaed.
Word Count: ~450
Tim tested the ropes tying him-suspended-from the ceiling of the Cave. He scowled. The knots were excellent, and it was going to take him a while to work himself free without landing on his face on the floor. “I really don't think this was necessary, Dick,” he said, raising an eyebrow. He was pretty sure he looked ridiculous doing it.
“Oh, it definitely is,” Dick said cheerfully. He tossed an apple from hand to hand, then grabbed a couple more and started juggling them. “It's training, little brother. How are you going to escape being tied upside-down over a vat of acid if you don't practice for it?”
Tim stared at him. “You're joking.”
“Really not. Besides--” he smirked up at him. “This is just fun.”
“I hate you-and I have homework!”
“You don't hate me. I'm your favorite. And it will take you... what. Two and a half minutes to do your homework? Somehow, I'm just not feeling guilty.”
“Your faith in my intelligence is gratifying-Dick, this isn't funny!”
“You're right, it's not. It's hysterical. Now be a good little Robin and get yourself untied, and then maybe you can have one of these nice apples for a snack.”
“Provided they're not all bruised by then,” Tim grumbled irritably.
Dick gave him a withering look. “Are you seriously denigrating my juggling skills, little brother?”
Tim narrowed his eyes slightly and twisted his wrist sharply, then dropped to his feet, snatching one of Dick's apples out of the air as he fell.
Dick stared, and the other two apples fell the the ground, unheeded. He narrowed his eyes. “How did you do that?” he demanded. “I tied those knots. There's no way you should have been able to get out of that so quickly.”
Tim smirked a little and took a bite out of the apple, chewing slowly and swallowing before speaking again. He opened the palm not holding the apple and held it out toward Dick, revealing a small razor blade. “Bruce pulled this rope-bondage trick on me last week. I taped a blade underneath my watch in case he tried it again.”
Dick gave him a sour look. “That's cheating.”
Tim's smirk widened a little and he shrugged in return. “It's not cheating. It's being prepared.”
“Cheating.”
“You're just annoyed that you didn't get to watch me squirm and then fall on my face.”
He gave him a wounded look. “I'm hurt that you would say such a thing.”
“But am I wrong?”
“...No.”
Tim snorted quietly and turned toward the table where his homework was spread out. “That's what I thought.”
Fandom: DC Comics
Characters: Tim Drake, Dick Grayson
Rating: Teen
Warning: None
Note: For aiyokusama , and unbetaed.
Word Count: ~450
Tim tested the ropes tying him-suspended-from the ceiling of the Cave. He scowled. The knots were excellent, and it was going to take him a while to work himself free without landing on his face on the floor. “I really don't think this was necessary, Dick,” he said, raising an eyebrow. He was pretty sure he looked ridiculous doing it.
“Oh, it definitely is,” Dick said cheerfully. He tossed an apple from hand to hand, then grabbed a couple more and started juggling them. “It's training, little brother. How are you going to escape being tied upside-down over a vat of acid if you don't practice for it?”
Tim stared at him. “You're joking.”
“Really not. Besides--” he smirked up at him. “This is just fun.”
“I hate you-and I have homework!”
“You don't hate me. I'm your favorite. And it will take you... what. Two and a half minutes to do your homework? Somehow, I'm just not feeling guilty.”
“Your faith in my intelligence is gratifying-Dick, this isn't funny!”
“You're right, it's not. It's hysterical. Now be a good little Robin and get yourself untied, and then maybe you can have one of these nice apples for a snack.”
“Provided they're not all bruised by then,” Tim grumbled irritably.
Dick gave him a withering look. “Are you seriously denigrating my juggling skills, little brother?”
Tim narrowed his eyes slightly and twisted his wrist sharply, then dropped to his feet, snatching one of Dick's apples out of the air as he fell.
Dick stared, and the other two apples fell the the ground, unheeded. He narrowed his eyes. “How did you do that?” he demanded. “I tied those knots. There's no way you should have been able to get out of that so quickly.”
Tim smirked a little and took a bite out of the apple, chewing slowly and swallowing before speaking again. He opened the palm not holding the apple and held it out toward Dick, revealing a small razor blade. “Bruce pulled this rope-bondage trick on me last week. I taped a blade underneath my watch in case he tried it again.”
Dick gave him a sour look. “That's cheating.”
Tim's smirk widened a little and he shrugged in return. “It's not cheating. It's being prepared.”
“Cheating.”
“You're just annoyed that you didn't get to watch me squirm and then fall on my face.”
He gave him a wounded look. “I'm hurt that you would say such a thing.”
“But am I wrong?”
“...No.”
Tim snorted quietly and turned toward the table where his homework was spread out. “That's what I thought.”