Drabble: Use #312
Title: Use #312
Prompt/Challenge: Ice
Characters/Pairings: Dick, Roy
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Angst, questionable humour
Word Count:
Disclaimers: Don’t own, not making any money.
Summery: There are many uses for ice, this isn’t a preferred one.
Acknowledgements: thanks
stalinglim for betaing.
Author’s Notes: This is my first effort at writing Roy, so I apologize in advance.
(Roy/Dick prompt Challenge: ice)
Come on, come on!
He waited impatiently for the ear thermometer to beep. When it did, the archer frowned at the read out. It’s better, but the fever is still dangerously high. Glancing down at the man laying in the bathtub, Roy felt his chest tighten.
Oh, you’ve really done it this time, Robbie.
Nightwing had crawled through the window of his little bungalow. Literally crawled, since he couldn’t stand, which is hardly surprising given the three stab wounds in his side. Now granted, Dick didn’t wear a lot of armour in deference to his need for range of movement, but damn! What the hell kind of blade could do THAT?!
‘That’ being not only some ugly damage but also a very nasty infection that had the former boy wonder spiking a fever at 105! Thankfully it was going down now, but it was still far too high.
Roy went to the kitchen and hurriedly grabbed out the next round of ice packs. Pack his armpits and genitals until Alfred gets there is what Oracle told him. HE had wanted to get his friend transported to the Watchtower, but it seemed there was another invasion effort going on at the moment. Damn inconsiderate aliens.
So he was going through the supply of ice that he’d been intending for their next booze up, when hopefully he could get into Nightwing’s tights.
“You soooo need to pull through, Robbie. You’re not escaping molestation this way. Understand?” Biting his lip, he studiously ignored the fear his feeble humour was trying to cover.
Prompt/Challenge: Ice
Characters/Pairings: Dick, Roy
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Angst, questionable humour
Word Count:
Disclaimers: Don’t own, not making any money.
Summery: There are many uses for ice, this isn’t a preferred one.
Acknowledgements: thanks
stalinglim for betaing.
Author’s Notes: This is my first effort at writing Roy, so I apologize in advance.
(Roy/Dick prompt Challenge: ice)
Come on, come on!
He waited impatiently for the ear thermometer to beep. When it did, the archer frowned at the read out. It’s better, but the fever is still dangerously high. Glancing down at the man laying in the bathtub, Roy felt his chest tighten.
Oh, you’ve really done it this time, Robbie.
Nightwing had crawled through the window of his little bungalow. Literally crawled, since he couldn’t stand, which is hardly surprising given the three stab wounds in his side. Now granted, Dick didn’t wear a lot of armour in deference to his need for range of movement, but damn! What the hell kind of blade could do THAT?!
‘That’ being not only some ugly damage but also a very nasty infection that had the former boy wonder spiking a fever at 105! Thankfully it was going down now, but it was still far too high.
Roy went to the kitchen and hurriedly grabbed out the next round of ice packs. Pack his armpits and genitals until Alfred gets there is what Oracle told him. HE had wanted to get his friend transported to the Watchtower, but it seemed there was another invasion effort going on at the moment. Damn inconsiderate aliens.
So he was going through the supply of ice that he’d been intending for their next booze up, when hopefully he could get into Nightwing’s tights.
“You soooo need to pull through, Robbie. You’re not escaping molestation this way. Understand?” Biting his lip, he studiously ignored the fear his feeble humour was trying to cover.