Fic: Through a Mirror... | DCU | Bat Family (Jay/Tim[/Dick]) | R | 2/5
Title: Through a Mirror... (Part 2/5)
Fandom: DCU
Characters/Pairing: Overall: Bat Family (w/Jason Todd/Tim Drake[/Dick Grayson]); This part: Jason/Tim, Alfred, Steph/Cass
Rating: R (for Jay's mouth)
Word Count: 1,545
Prompt: For dcu_freeforall: Cross-Dressing (covers part 2 and 3); For The 2012 DCU Free For All Autumn Challenge: Costumes/Masks, Trick-or-Treating; For bradygirl_12's 2012 DCU Fic/Art Halloween Challenge: Houses decorated for Halloween, Vampires, Chocolate/Candy
Summary: Overall: On the night of October 31st, the Wayne Household puts on a Halloween party, for the first time ever. Little do they know what the night will bring when Zatanna gathers them for a séance in the old parlor. This part: Jay and the family finish decorating the Manor. Tim's costume takes Jay's breath away.
Disclaimer: DC and WB own everything, the schmucks.
Author's Notes: Follows Through a Mirror... (Part 1). Part of the Together-Verse, in which Jay is Batman, Tim is his Robin (though Damian is a little Robin in training), Damian is Jay's kid, and Bruce is still missing.
Through a Mirror... (Part 2)
“What is that, ten bags of fake spider webbing on the bushes?” Tim asked as he came in, home finally from his last-minute trip to pick up his costume.
Jason just grinned, working on twining strings of blacklight and orange holiday lights around the banister of the main staircase. It’d taken ten strings just to get down this far from the third floor, and it already looked crazy as hell. “You bet your ass it is. And green lights on them all, too,” he said at last, attaching the last blacklight string to the extension cord at the baseboard, and watching the whole thing light up. “Oh yeah, that’ll do.”
Tim smirked back and shook his head. “You’re nuts, you know that? I don’t think there’s ever been a party here like this; Bruce’s charity things notwithstanding.”
“Yep, it’ll be a first.” Meeting him halfway, Jay tugged Tim into a hug, picking him up and twirling him around once as he cackled maniacally. “The Hero community goes bananas for Halloween. It’ll be sure to make the ten o’clock news.”
“God, I hope not,” Tim snickered, kissing Jason quick and ducking out of his arms. “You want any help with the rest of the decorations?”
Jay shook his head, bending to pick up the loose packages from the lights. “Nah. Got Dick and the squirt on the job. Already got all the mirrors up in the main ballroom, anyway, and we’ve just gotta get the foyer here. Gonna get a flier to help with that,” he finished with a wink. He’d say this for Clark: the guy had been a hell of a friend to the family lately, and helping out with decorating had seemed like such a small favor that he’d insisted on it.
Rolling his eyes, Tim started up the stairs. “Why am I not surprised? I’m gonna go ahead and change. I know it’s early, but the makeup and hair is gonna take a while, so… ” he said, shrugging as he hefted his backpack on his shoulder a little.
Jay raised an eyebrow, giving Tim a dark grin. “Don’t keep us waiting too long. Oh, and the squirt might need help picking out a costume, if you don’t mind. I threatened him with the Lady Gaga thing earlier, so he oughta’ be properly motivated now.”
Tim laughed as he disappeared up to the second level. “Will do,” he called back down.
Another smile to himself, and Jay headed back to the kitchen to grab some streamers.
~*~*~
Pouring the last of the fake blood over the top of his jack-o-lantern after placing it on one of the hallway tables-a plate beneath it, of course, otherwise Alfred would murder him for real-Jason grinned with wicked glee. Yep, just as he’d planned. His own pumpkin doppelganger.
There was probably entirely too much pun in there, but whatever, it fit the theme. And speaking of which….
Jay ducked into the main ballroom after inspecting the last of the decorations in the hall, and let out a low whistle when he saw what Dick and the squirt had been able to accomplish in just a few hours. The place was completely decked out, transformed from a fancy ballroom to party central, every color of the Halloween rainbow covering every surface, and above it all, dozens of small disco balls and more strings of multicolored lights. Then there were the mirrors on the walls. Every shape and size, curved and concave and convex. Just enough to give a distorted reflection of the whole party.
Perfect.
Alfred was also busily finishing with the refreshments and goodies spread out over tables along one wall. And he appeared to have already changed into his costume, too, whatever it was.
Crossing the room to get a closer look, Jay asked, “Hey Alfred, what are you supposed to-”
Then he saw the pale, dusty makeup and the moldy-looking old suit jacket up close.
“Are you seriously dressed up as … as-”
Alfred nodded, humming low in his throat. “You rang?” he intoned, much deeper than his actual voice.
Jason couldn’t help laughing. “Wow, Lurch? Really?”
Another nod and low hum.
“Wow,” Jay repeated. “Hey, is the kids’ candy in the kitchen?”
Another low hum.
“Thanks,” Jay grinned, clapping Alfred on the shoulder. “Good job old man.”
A final groaning hum followed him as he headed out, and Jason shook his head, still smiling crookedly.
In the kitchen, he found the candy already prepped in several bowls for the few trick-or-treaters they’d get tonight. There weren’t usually too many in this neighborhood, since the houses were so spread out, but there’d be enough for Jay to drop handfuls of candy into each one’s bag as they came, most of them likely to have stopped by before the party even started. And it’d be fun anyway, he figured, shrugging to himself as he grabbed the bowls and took them back to the main foyer.
Looking up as he went, he saw that Clark had been and gone while Jay had made the rounds, probably not taking a whole minute to hang the small disco balls in the open space. The effect was pretty wicked, too. It’d look fantastically freaky when they got the regular lights off and the Halloween lights turned on.
As he set the bowls of candy on the table next to the door, there was the first knock of the evening. Jay hadn’t even realized the sun had set already, but sure enough, the darkening dusk of evening had descended. In a rush, he switched over the lights, darkening the foyer to thousands of pinpricks of blacklight and orange, and answered the door.
The usual chorus of “Trick or treat!” met him, and with a grin, he started handing out candy. Man, Damian was missing out, not that Jay had been able to convince him to go make the rounds of the neighborhood.
“Happy Halloween,” he told the kids, wondering when he’d become such a damn sap. Smiling to himself at the ridiculous thought, he leaned against the door frame as the kids retreated.
“Trick or treat!” a pair of voices exclaimed close behind him then, and Jason suppressed a startle as he righted himself and whirled on the offenders, shutting the door behind him and finding Steph and Cass looking badass as usual, but wearing what looked like some sort of military fatigues, with heavy boots, black pants, and layered tank tops, topped off with dog tags shaped like hexagons.
And ah, that made entirely too much sense.
Giving them a snorted laugh, he crossed his arms over his chest. “Let me guess, Starbuck and Boomer?”
Steph grinned wickedly. “You bet your frakking ass. So, where’s your costume? I heard you and Tim were planning a pretty sweet couples get-up.”
A deep smirk, and Jay stepped back, sweeping his arms out to twirl slowly. “You’re lookin’ at it.”
The pair gave him a disbelieving look, Steph shaking her head. “What, a pair of jeans, a button down shirt, and a leather jacket? Isn’t that your usual day-wear?”
“Ah, but you didn’t notice the most important parts,” Jason drawled, lifting a hand to show off the silver filigree and lapis lazuli ring he’d bought off the internet. “First, a daylight ring, and second-”
he paused, grinning wide enough to show off the caps he’d had made, “-fangs.”
Steph actually face-palmed, groaning. “Seriously? Damon Salvatore? Vampire Diaries? Isn’t that a little too on-the-nose?”
“Maybe,” Jay shrugged. “But you’re the one that pointed out the visual similarity, remember? Only have yourself to blame.”
Another groan, and Steph sighed, Cass giggling beside her. “All right, you got me. But … does that mean that Tim is-”
As if on cue, the sound of heels clacking on hardwood drifted down the stairs, and the three of them turned as one to see a gorgeous woman in a slinky silver backless dress and spiked heels descending the stairs, her black hair swept up and glittering with faux-jewels, and her eyes dark with shadow and heavy lashes.
Jason couldn’t help the whispered word that crossed his lips then, “Caroline….” Holy fuck, he hadn’t expected Tim’s female alter-ego to look so damned hot. If they weren’t about to host the party of the year, he’d have to take him back upstairs and have his wicked way with him.
But then Tim hit the bottom of the stairs, and met Jay with a finger held to his lips to shush him. “Not Caroline tonight, remember?” he said softly. “Elena. Damon is madly in love with Elena.”
His brain still spinning, Jay loomed over Tim-Elena-and grasped him by the shoulders, pulling him in for a deep kiss. When they parted, Tim blinked up at him with those heavy lashes, his lipstick smudged and-
“Um. Whoops?” Jay apologized quickly, realizing that it wasn’t all lipstick smeared down Tim’s chin. It was blood. Damn sharp fangs.
But Tim laughed low. “Gotcha. Fake blood. Figured it’d add to the authenticity. Especially since Elena was finally turned.” And with a grin of his own, he showed off a matching pair of fangs.
Jesus fuck, Tim was gonna be the death of Jay.
And this party was gonna rock.
~*~*~*~
Fandom: DCU
Characters/Pairing: Overall: Bat Family (w/Jason Todd/Tim Drake[/Dick Grayson]); This part: Jason/Tim, Alfred, Steph/Cass
Rating: R (for Jay's mouth)
Word Count: 1,545
Prompt: For dcu_freeforall: Cross-Dressing (covers part 2 and 3); For The 2012 DCU Free For All Autumn Challenge: Costumes/Masks, Trick-or-Treating; For bradygirl_12's 2012 DCU Fic/Art Halloween Challenge: Houses decorated for Halloween, Vampires, Chocolate/Candy
Summary: Overall: On the night of October 31st, the Wayne Household puts on a Halloween party, for the first time ever. Little do they know what the night will bring when Zatanna gathers them for a séance in the old parlor. This part: Jay and the family finish decorating the Manor. Tim's costume takes Jay's breath away.
Disclaimer: DC and WB own everything, the schmucks.
Author's Notes: Follows Through a Mirror... (Part 1). Part of the Together-Verse, in which Jay is Batman, Tim is his Robin (though Damian is a little Robin in training), Damian is Jay's kid, and Bruce is still missing.
Through a Mirror... (Part 2)
“What is that, ten bags of fake spider webbing on the bushes?” Tim asked as he came in, home finally from his last-minute trip to pick up his costume.
Jason just grinned, working on twining strings of blacklight and orange holiday lights around the banister of the main staircase. It’d taken ten strings just to get down this far from the third floor, and it already looked crazy as hell. “You bet your ass it is. And green lights on them all, too,” he said at last, attaching the last blacklight string to the extension cord at the baseboard, and watching the whole thing light up. “Oh yeah, that’ll do.”
Tim smirked back and shook his head. “You’re nuts, you know that? I don’t think there’s ever been a party here like this; Bruce’s charity things notwithstanding.”
“Yep, it’ll be a first.” Meeting him halfway, Jay tugged Tim into a hug, picking him up and twirling him around once as he cackled maniacally. “The Hero community goes bananas for Halloween. It’ll be sure to make the ten o’clock news.”
“God, I hope not,” Tim snickered, kissing Jason quick and ducking out of his arms. “You want any help with the rest of the decorations?”
Jay shook his head, bending to pick up the loose packages from the lights. “Nah. Got Dick and the squirt on the job. Already got all the mirrors up in the main ballroom, anyway, and we’ve just gotta get the foyer here. Gonna get a flier to help with that,” he finished with a wink. He’d say this for Clark: the guy had been a hell of a friend to the family lately, and helping out with decorating had seemed like such a small favor that he’d insisted on it.
Rolling his eyes, Tim started up the stairs. “Why am I not surprised? I’m gonna go ahead and change. I know it’s early, but the makeup and hair is gonna take a while, so… ” he said, shrugging as he hefted his backpack on his shoulder a little.
Jay raised an eyebrow, giving Tim a dark grin. “Don’t keep us waiting too long. Oh, and the squirt might need help picking out a costume, if you don’t mind. I threatened him with the Lady Gaga thing earlier, so he oughta’ be properly motivated now.”
Tim laughed as he disappeared up to the second level. “Will do,” he called back down.
Another smile to himself, and Jay headed back to the kitchen to grab some streamers.
~*~*~
Pouring the last of the fake blood over the top of his jack-o-lantern after placing it on one of the hallway tables-a plate beneath it, of course, otherwise Alfred would murder him for real-Jason grinned with wicked glee. Yep, just as he’d planned. His own pumpkin doppelganger.
There was probably entirely too much pun in there, but whatever, it fit the theme. And speaking of which….
Jay ducked into the main ballroom after inspecting the last of the decorations in the hall, and let out a low whistle when he saw what Dick and the squirt had been able to accomplish in just a few hours. The place was completely decked out, transformed from a fancy ballroom to party central, every color of the Halloween rainbow covering every surface, and above it all, dozens of small disco balls and more strings of multicolored lights. Then there were the mirrors on the walls. Every shape and size, curved and concave and convex. Just enough to give a distorted reflection of the whole party.
Perfect.
Alfred was also busily finishing with the refreshments and goodies spread out over tables along one wall. And he appeared to have already changed into his costume, too, whatever it was.
Crossing the room to get a closer look, Jay asked, “Hey Alfred, what are you supposed to-”
Then he saw the pale, dusty makeup and the moldy-looking old suit jacket up close.
“Are you seriously dressed up as … as-”
Alfred nodded, humming low in his throat. “You rang?” he intoned, much deeper than his actual voice.
Jason couldn’t help laughing. “Wow, Lurch? Really?”
Another nod and low hum.
“Wow,” Jay repeated. “Hey, is the kids’ candy in the kitchen?”
Another low hum.
“Thanks,” Jay grinned, clapping Alfred on the shoulder. “Good job old man.”
A final groaning hum followed him as he headed out, and Jason shook his head, still smiling crookedly.
In the kitchen, he found the candy already prepped in several bowls for the few trick-or-treaters they’d get tonight. There weren’t usually too many in this neighborhood, since the houses were so spread out, but there’d be enough for Jay to drop handfuls of candy into each one’s bag as they came, most of them likely to have stopped by before the party even started. And it’d be fun anyway, he figured, shrugging to himself as he grabbed the bowls and took them back to the main foyer.
Looking up as he went, he saw that Clark had been and gone while Jay had made the rounds, probably not taking a whole minute to hang the small disco balls in the open space. The effect was pretty wicked, too. It’d look fantastically freaky when they got the regular lights off and the Halloween lights turned on.
As he set the bowls of candy on the table next to the door, there was the first knock of the evening. Jay hadn’t even realized the sun had set already, but sure enough, the darkening dusk of evening had descended. In a rush, he switched over the lights, darkening the foyer to thousands of pinpricks of blacklight and orange, and answered the door.
The usual chorus of “Trick or treat!” met him, and with a grin, he started handing out candy. Man, Damian was missing out, not that Jay had been able to convince him to go make the rounds of the neighborhood.
“Happy Halloween,” he told the kids, wondering when he’d become such a damn sap. Smiling to himself at the ridiculous thought, he leaned against the door frame as the kids retreated.
“Trick or treat!” a pair of voices exclaimed close behind him then, and Jason suppressed a startle as he righted himself and whirled on the offenders, shutting the door behind him and finding Steph and Cass looking badass as usual, but wearing what looked like some sort of military fatigues, with heavy boots, black pants, and layered tank tops, topped off with dog tags shaped like hexagons.
And ah, that made entirely too much sense.
Giving them a snorted laugh, he crossed his arms over his chest. “Let me guess, Starbuck and Boomer?”
Steph grinned wickedly. “You bet your frakking ass. So, where’s your costume? I heard you and Tim were planning a pretty sweet couples get-up.”
A deep smirk, and Jay stepped back, sweeping his arms out to twirl slowly. “You’re lookin’ at it.”
The pair gave him a disbelieving look, Steph shaking her head. “What, a pair of jeans, a button down shirt, and a leather jacket? Isn’t that your usual day-wear?”
“Ah, but you didn’t notice the most important parts,” Jason drawled, lifting a hand to show off the silver filigree and lapis lazuli ring he’d bought off the internet. “First, a daylight ring, and second-”
he paused, grinning wide enough to show off the caps he’d had made, “-fangs.”
Steph actually face-palmed, groaning. “Seriously? Damon Salvatore? Vampire Diaries? Isn’t that a little too on-the-nose?”
“Maybe,” Jay shrugged. “But you’re the one that pointed out the visual similarity, remember? Only have yourself to blame.”
Another groan, and Steph sighed, Cass giggling beside her. “All right, you got me. But … does that mean that Tim is-”
As if on cue, the sound of heels clacking on hardwood drifted down the stairs, and the three of them turned as one to see a gorgeous woman in a slinky silver backless dress and spiked heels descending the stairs, her black hair swept up and glittering with faux-jewels, and her eyes dark with shadow and heavy lashes.
Jason couldn’t help the whispered word that crossed his lips then, “Caroline….” Holy fuck, he hadn’t expected Tim’s female alter-ego to look so damned hot. If they weren’t about to host the party of the year, he’d have to take him back upstairs and have his wicked way with him.
But then Tim hit the bottom of the stairs, and met Jay with a finger held to his lips to shush him. “Not Caroline tonight, remember?” he said softly. “Elena. Damon is madly in love with Elena.”
His brain still spinning, Jay loomed over Tim-Elena-and grasped him by the shoulders, pulling him in for a deep kiss. When they parted, Tim blinked up at him with those heavy lashes, his lipstick smudged and-
“Um. Whoops?” Jay apologized quickly, realizing that it wasn’t all lipstick smeared down Tim’s chin. It was blood. Damn sharp fangs.
But Tim laughed low. “Gotcha. Fake blood. Figured it’d add to the authenticity. Especially since Elena was finally turned.” And with a grin of his own, he showed off a matching pair of fangs.
Jesus fuck, Tim was gonna be the death of Jay.
And this party was gonna rock.
~*~*~*~