Eddie had just been finishing his homework when Jason showed up at his door inviting him out to have some fun. He'd been a little reluctant at first but Jason was convincing and Eddie was eager to spend time with his new brother. So he suited up and went out into Gotham with Jason. Swinging on the lines and jumping rooftops was a lot of fun and ( Read more... )

Conner was a person like anyone else despite his powers. He ate, he slept, he dreamed. And lately his dreams were strange, connected maybe. Sometimes he saw his friends, those lost at Clearwater, lost. Sometimes he was watching a movie, or reading a comic, but all the words on the page or subtitles on the screen were replaced with just one word. " ( Read more... )

"One Hundred Eighteen...One Hundred Nineteen...One Hundred Twenty ( Read more... )

Jason had been spending time getting used to being alive once again. Which was more than just being so happy that he wasn't dead and in the ground. He had found out about his grave. That had been unsettling and he wasn't going to go near it ( Read more... )

Conner sat in the kitchen, eating some pizza. Titan's tower had never felt so lonely. It'd always felt like, well, a home to Conner. It felt like home as much as, or maybe more than the Kent farm. Now it just felt empty. He missed his friends. He missed his family. Because that's what the Titans were, they were a family. Now, it felt like that was ( Read more... )

Dick Grayson had had some bad days, but so far, this one got to be top of the list. He had been beaten, broken, even killed, but death by explosion was now going on the list of things he was too old to do. Technically, it, and everything else, was on his list of things he was too dead to do, but he wasn't in the mood to quibble over little details ( Read more... )

Ah! The joys of modern convenience,Alfred Pennyworth is unpacking the assorted delivered foodstuffs that have been shipped in this afternoon. He shakes his head as he once again hides the coffee Master Bruce insists on using instead of sleep ( Read more... )

The days get more blurry and hazy the longer he's Red Hood.  Jason is his name in dreams and the most hideous days are went he's sleepwalking.  On those days he knows he's going to day, and this time he would waltz happily to a dirt nap.  His soul his his, but its on stand-by - trapped in this sick fuck.

Bastard's gotta sleep sometime.

Roy Harper spent most of his day in front of a drum set. It wasn't practice, per se, as he wasn't concerned about what came out wrong. He's gotten better over the years, far beyond the novice he started out as, but he isn't as self-conscious of the mistakes when it's just him and the drums ( Read more... )

Invitations had been sent out, all heroes welcome, chili had been percolating in the crockpot all morning, vegetables cut, beer bought, and now all Ollie was lacking was the guests, before he could start grilling up a storm. He'd remembered this year to buy the kosher hot dogs this year instead of the regular ones. Beef ones tasted funny but if Sue ( Read more... )