In the grand old hobbit tradition...
Today is my birthday, and so I am posting fic.
ETA: LOOKIT THE ADELINE GEN MARCELO WROTE ME. LOOKIT.
ETA II: Envy me, fandom, for I have a sketch Ny did! *pets the pretty bulldancers*
ETA III: So Mia wrote me Rose and Joey gen and it makes me BEAM LIKE A BEAMY THING OMG. *reccity*
Title: Weapon, shapely
Summary: Robin likes the weapons.
Author's Notes: The day after I got my throwing knife, I was talking to Ny and mentioned the image in my head of Steph learning to use the weapons. Out of that ficlet idea came a discussion of which weapon is the favorite of which Robin, out of which came this story.
Plays fast and loose with Babs' Oracle: Year One introduction to escrima sticks.
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters described herein; DC has all.
Dick's used the escrima sticks before, Bruce makes him have a working knowledge of what seems like every weapon in the world so Robin isn't ever caught off-guard, but he's always liked tumbling his way into a punch or making them hit each other way better.
Batgirl, though... Batgirl *loves* the sticks. Dick loves watching her -- she moves the same way when she's kicking that she does when she's spinning into a strike, extending her arm and letting the stick extend *her*. Like it's just a longer arm instead of a piece of wood.
Bruce keeps *telling* him the weapons are more than just tools, and mostly Dick knows it, but watching Batgirl balance in those heels -- Dick's *tried* to walk in those heels, and he's never fallen over or anything, but it always impresses him that she manages to run -- while the sticks whirl in her hands...
She's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen, laughing like that and perched on the gargoyle.
Dick's getting better at the sticks.
It's totally not fucking *fair* to give Jason the grenades and then *count* them after every patrol he does solo.
It's not like he even uses them all that much. He likes the knives, *too*.
And the punches -- before, he could only knock out a couple teeth. Now he could do a whole jaw if he wanted. -- and the kicks and yeah, okay, fine, Jason loves the fucking grenades.
Fuck Bruce, anyway. Jason knows he likes it when Jason gets the *good* hits in, and he's always louder after they deal with somebody blowing shit up.
Bruce likes hearing him laugh.
Tim likes the staff.
He likes all of it, if he's being entirely honest. The gauntlets are no less a weapon than anything else, tough and armored in the palms and in the knuckles to facilitate a strike. The boots are protection, yes, but the steel isn't for him. It's for the people whose faces he breaks with a hook kick. Even the tunic, now, is dangerous.
Every time he thinks about the belt, the shuriken and explosives and tanglers and miniature throwing knives, he can't entirely stop the smile that wants to form.
But his favorite, the one he knows himself well enough to be sure that he *plays* and isn't simply training, is the staff.
There's no particular history to it. Robin has never used a bo on the streets, though Dick's skill with the weapon -- there's a trick to when sliding the shaft is most effective, versus driving the end in, which Tim has yet to grasp perfectly -- indicates prior knowledge.
It is one more way in which Tim is not (Robin) Jason, or Dick, or anyone but himself in Robin's colors.
Eventually, that will change.
Tim closes his eyes and moves into a kata.
So she really likes the batarangs -- really *really* likes, especially after Tim's lessons with the throwing knives and Cass' lessons with the stars, the ones that mean when Robin throws a 'rang they go exactly where she wants them to -- and she really likes swinging in from a grapple with a kick, but if she's being honest, her favorite isn't any of those.
She likes the *gauntlets*.
An uppercut barely hurts at all, even when she's got her shoulders *and* her hips behind the blow, and when she gets a glimpse of herself in the mirror her grin looks more like a growl with her teeth bared like that.
Robin's okay with that.
-- Finis
ETA: LOOKIT THE ADELINE GEN MARCELO WROTE ME. LOOKIT.
ETA II: Envy me, fandom, for I have a sketch Ny did! *pets the pretty bulldancers*
ETA III: So Mia wrote me Rose and Joey gen and it makes me BEAM LIKE A BEAMY THING OMG. *reccity*
Title: Weapon, shapely
Summary: Robin likes the weapons.
Author's Notes: The day after I got my throwing knife, I was talking to Ny and mentioned the image in my head of Steph learning to use the weapons. Out of that ficlet idea came a discussion of which weapon is the favorite of which Robin, out of which came this story.
Plays fast and loose with Babs' Oracle: Year One introduction to escrima sticks.
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters described herein; DC has all.
Dick's used the escrima sticks before, Bruce makes him have a working knowledge of what seems like every weapon in the world so Robin isn't ever caught off-guard, but he's always liked tumbling his way into a punch or making them hit each other way better.
Batgirl, though... Batgirl *loves* the sticks. Dick loves watching her -- she moves the same way when she's kicking that she does when she's spinning into a strike, extending her arm and letting the stick extend *her*. Like it's just a longer arm instead of a piece of wood.
Bruce keeps *telling* him the weapons are more than just tools, and mostly Dick knows it, but watching Batgirl balance in those heels -- Dick's *tried* to walk in those heels, and he's never fallen over or anything, but it always impresses him that she manages to run -- while the sticks whirl in her hands...
She's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen, laughing like that and perched on the gargoyle.
Dick's getting better at the sticks.
It's totally not fucking *fair* to give Jason the grenades and then *count* them after every patrol he does solo.
It's not like he even uses them all that much. He likes the knives, *too*.
And the punches -- before, he could only knock out a couple teeth. Now he could do a whole jaw if he wanted. -- and the kicks and yeah, okay, fine, Jason loves the fucking grenades.
Fuck Bruce, anyway. Jason knows he likes it when Jason gets the *good* hits in, and he's always louder after they deal with somebody blowing shit up.
Bruce likes hearing him laugh.
Tim likes the staff.
He likes all of it, if he's being entirely honest. The gauntlets are no less a weapon than anything else, tough and armored in the palms and in the knuckles to facilitate a strike. The boots are protection, yes, but the steel isn't for him. It's for the people whose faces he breaks with a hook kick. Even the tunic, now, is dangerous.
Every time he thinks about the belt, the shuriken and explosives and tanglers and miniature throwing knives, he can't entirely stop the smile that wants to form.
But his favorite, the one he knows himself well enough to be sure that he *plays* and isn't simply training, is the staff.
There's no particular history to it. Robin has never used a bo on the streets, though Dick's skill with the weapon -- there's a trick to when sliding the shaft is most effective, versus driving the end in, which Tim has yet to grasp perfectly -- indicates prior knowledge.
It is one more way in which Tim is not (Robin) Jason, or Dick, or anyone but himself in Robin's colors.
Eventually, that will change.
Tim closes his eyes and moves into a kata.
So she really likes the batarangs -- really *really* likes, especially after Tim's lessons with the throwing knives and Cass' lessons with the stars, the ones that mean when Robin throws a 'rang they go exactly where she wants them to -- and she really likes swinging in from a grapple with a kick, but if she's being honest, her favorite isn't any of those.
She likes the *gauntlets*.
An uppercut barely hurts at all, even when she's got her shoulders *and* her hips behind the blow, and when she gets a glimpse of herself in the mirror her grin looks more like a growl with her teeth bared like that.
Robin's okay with that.
-- Finis