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museofspeedTitle: Love at Hundredth or so Sight
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shananagin
Claim: Dick Grayson
Characters/Pairing: Dick/Roy
Rating: PG
Word Count: 564
Prompt: 27. Tension
comment_fic Prompt: DC Comics, Dick/Roy, "Love at first sight is easy to understand; it's when two people have been looking at each other for a lifetime that it becomes a miracle." (Amy Bloom)
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Author's Notes/Warnings: Forsecond_batgirl!
The first time Dick had met Roy, he had certainly not been in love with him.
Hell, he'd already switched from Robin to Nightwing, from disco collar to wings, from mullet to short hair before he realized that oh, these feelings he had for his best friend were more friendly than perhaps they ought to be.
It wasn't a serious crush, of course. So he'd thought about sex with Roy once or twice. Or more than that. But he'd thought about sex with a lot of people. It didn't mean anything.
Sure, Roy was the first person he thought of telling when something went well, and the first he'd turn to if something went wrong. Sure, he was happier with Roy than with anyone else. Roy was his best friend. That was all normal too. It was fine.
And it wasn't like Roy felt the same way. So Dick just shrugged it off and decided to forget those feelings.
Unfortunately, things weren't that simple.
"You know, you're my best friend, but you sure can be a pain in the ass!" Roy said, shoving past Dick. "You goddamn angsty Bat!"
"Oh, sure, cause you're that much better. Stubborn, short-tempered, flirts with any girl that breathes..." Dick couldn't even remember what had started them fighting, but it didn't matter.
"Jackass." Roy turned around and shoved him again. "I flirt with everything? This from you?"
Dick blinked, surprised out of his anger. "What?"
"You always ride my ass about the flirting thing! But you do it so much more than me! Hell, I don't think you even know how to talk to someone without flirting!" Roy pushed Dick again, and Dick stumbled back. He wasn't struggling anymore, just looking up at Roy with a mixture of surprise and confusion. "Hell, you even flirt with me. If I didn't know better..." he shook his head. "Look, just... never mind. I'm leaving." He turned around, shoving Dick with his shoulder again for good measure, and stalked away.
"Roy!" Dick chased after him and grabbed his shoulder. "Wait, talk to me. Look, I'm sorry, okay? I won't flirt." He smiled a little and turned Roy, rubbing his shoulder soothingly.
Roy just stared. "You really have no idea, do you? You're flirting with me now!"
"I - " Dick snatched his hand away. "Sorry."
"It's fine. I just - look. You... I know you don't like me like that. So could you just quit it?"
"Who... what?"
"It's just confusing. Don't worry about it."
"Wait. Just... hold on." Dick almost touched Roy's arm, caught himself and touched his head again. "Are you... Roy. I just... wait, I mean. You like girls, right?"
Roy shrugged, face blank. "Mostly."
"Mostly?"
"I mean, there've been exceptions."
Dick looked up at him. "You never told me."
"It's not important, okay? Just let me go." Roy started to turn again.
"No, wait." Dick took his arm and turned him. He touched his other arm, almost unconsciously. "I just... um, I'm not an exception am I?"
Roy didn't say anything. He just looked at Dick.
"I..." Dick looked up at him. "Really?"
"Like I said, I know you don't feel that way," Roy muttered, going almost as red as his hair. "I'll get over it."
"No, that's not it." Dick smiled. "Look, this is great."
"Great?" Roy looked at him.
Dick pulled him forward and kissed him.
Title: Sleepy
Fandom: DCU
Characters: Tim/Cissie
Prompt: DCU, Tim Drake/Cissie King-Jones, "I wish I had a thousand words for love, but all that comes to mind is the way you move against me while you sleep and there are no words for that." (Brian Andreas)
Word Count: 265
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: Forlady_sarai!
There were a lot of things Cissie loved about Tim.
She loved the way his brow would furrow when he was thinking hard. She loved how he'd do his best to explain whatever he was doing even when it was something Cissie didn't know much about, and how when he explained it, it was almost always clear. She loved how hesitant he was around her, even after all this time, how he treated her like something precious that might break if he wasn't careful. She loved the small, private smile that only she and some of their closest friends ever saw.
But most of all, she loved sleeping with him. She knew Kon would laugh and waggle his eyebrows suggestively if she ever said this aloud, but she didn't mean it in a dirty way. She did love having sex with Tim, but there was something so wonderful about having him curled around her at night. Feeling his breath on her neck. His arms around her, half protecting her, half holding on like she was the only thing keeping him from falling. Knowing he was there with her, and safe, and sleeping. She knew he had nightmares sometimes. But he'd only had a few since they started sleeping together. Cissie didn't know enough about the subconscious to know if that was because of her or not, but she liked to think it was.
Tim shifted a little against her, mumbling something that sounded like a cross between "potato" and "kitten." Cissie smiled and closed her eyes. She couldn't wait to wake up in his arms.
Title: Four Moments in the Lives of Superboy and Robin
Fandom: DCU
Characters: Tim, Kon
Prompt: DCU; Tim Drake, Kon-El; "The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed." (Carl Jung)
Word Count: 759
Rating: G
Author's Notes: Forzoe_chan! And yes, I am in a Mood. If you prompt now, I'm likely (though not guaranteed) to answer. If I don't, one of my trained monkeys (AKA other people who are not me and have no relation to me, and are not monkeys, nor trained) may also answer.
"Why do you get to tell me what to do? You haven't even shown me your damn face!" Superboy scowled and crossed his arms.
Robin sighed. He did that a lot around Superboy. "Please, Superboy. Just pick up the damn couch so that we can get the remote. Do we need to fight about this every time? You want to watch TV too, remember?"
"...fine." Superboy scowled and picked it up. "But I'm doing it cause I want to, not because you're telling me to."
"Hey, Tim! How you doin', Tim? Guess what, Tim?" Kon flew upside-down in front of Tim.
Tim raised his eyebrows. "Let me guess. You know my name? As you have for the past 28 hours and 37 minutes? And as you can't seem to stop reminding me?"
Kon smirked. "Something like that. C'mon, man, it's not so bad that I know, right? I mean, you're like, my best friend, I guess. I don't got that many close friends who aren't, like, Cadmus people. Or hot chicks, but they don't count. You notice how hot Cassie is without the dumb wig, by the way?"
"Hm." Tim let Kon blather on for a while, then glanced up at him. "Best friend?"
Kon shrugged. "I guess. I mean, what's that mean anyway, right? All my friends are cool."
"Well... thanks. I guess you're my best friend too." Tim flashed him an actual, genuine smile.
Kon grinned back. "Really? Awesome. Tim."
Tim just rolled his eyes.
"You know you should tell them, Conner." Tim walked into Conner's room and sat on his bed. "They're your friends. They deserve to know."
"Sure, I'll just walk into the Titans meeting room and be like, 'Hey guys, guess what? I'm half evil! Also, I'll probably end up bald!'" Conner glared and turned away. "I got homework to do. I'm supposed to try and stay out of detention for at least a week."
"You're not half evil." Tim frowned. "And you probably won't go bald. Look, Raven's father is pretty much the devil. Bart's grandfather is the Capulet to the Allen Montagues. Kory's sister sold her into slavery. Cassie's dad is a Greek God. Mia was a... personal escort. We all know genes aren't what's important."
"Whatever." Conner didn't look at him. "Just go away, man."
"Kon - "
"Please, Tim. I want to be alone."
Tim frowned and stood up. Then he very purposely walked over to Kon and hugged him. Without another word, he walked out again.
"Your new costume sucks."
Tim would know that voice anywhere. But it wasn't possible. Kon was dead. He didn't let himself even look up.
"Seriously. If I didn't have X-Ray vision, I wouldn'ta known it's you." Something was flying in his peripheral vision. He wouldn't look, he refused. Even as familiar hands touched his back and Tim, his bag, his Ducati, everything were suddenly rising into the air.
"You ignoring me, Tim?" Superboy. Kon. Conner. Alive, and grinning that grin Tim hadn't seen since long before Conner had died.
"...this can't be real," Tim said hoarsely. "You're dead."
"Legion brought me back. They're nice like that." Conner laughed and hugged him, ignoring the flying motorcycle hanging out underneath them.
"Conner." Tim hesitantly hugged him back. "Really? This isn't a dream or a trick or something?"
"No, dude. And hey, Bart's back too, though he's gone to tell some chick named Carol or something first." Conner pulled back and grinned. "I'm alive!"
Tim smiled slowly. "I... I've missed you."
Conner laughed and flew them down to a field. "Don't get mushy on me, dude."
"Heaven forbid," Tim said dryly. As soon as he could stand again he hugged Conner again, hard. "What took you so long?"
Conner laughed and hugged him back. "Oh, you know me. Had to take some time to say hi to all the sexy Legion chicks."
"Uh huh." Tim smiled and leaned back against his bike. "You've missed a lot."
"Yeah, suddenly you've become Bad Fashion Man, right?"
Tim rolled his eyes. "My costume is not that bad. Shut up."
Conner just smirked.
"Shut up."
"Not saying anything!"
"It's a long story." Tim looked down. "But I do have a reason I'm wearing this costume."
Conner shrugged and lay down a few feet above the ground. "I got time, man."
"It's boring."
"Tim." Conner gave him a small, encouraging smile. "I want to hear it."
Tim didn't say anything for a moment. Then he pulled off his cowl and sat down. They had a lot of catching up to do.
Author:
shananaginClaim: Dick Grayson
Characters/Pairing: Dick/Roy
Rating: PG
Word Count: 564
Prompt: 27. Tension
comment_fic Prompt: DC Comics, Dick/Roy, "Love at first sight is easy to understand; it's when two people have been looking at each other for a lifetime that it becomes a miracle." (Amy Bloom)Disclaimer: Not mine.
Author's Notes/Warnings: For
second_batgirl!The first time Dick had met Roy, he had certainly not been in love with him.
Hell, he'd already switched from Robin to Nightwing, from disco collar to wings, from mullet to short hair before he realized that oh, these feelings he had for his best friend were more friendly than perhaps they ought to be.
It wasn't a serious crush, of course. So he'd thought about sex with Roy once or twice. Or more than that. But he'd thought about sex with a lot of people. It didn't mean anything.
Sure, Roy was the first person he thought of telling when something went well, and the first he'd turn to if something went wrong. Sure, he was happier with Roy than with anyone else. Roy was his best friend. That was all normal too. It was fine.
And it wasn't like Roy felt the same way. So Dick just shrugged it off and decided to forget those feelings.
Unfortunately, things weren't that simple.
"You know, you're my best friend, but you sure can be a pain in the ass!" Roy said, shoving past Dick. "You goddamn angsty Bat!"
"Oh, sure, cause you're that much better. Stubborn, short-tempered, flirts with any girl that breathes..." Dick couldn't even remember what had started them fighting, but it didn't matter.
"Jackass." Roy turned around and shoved him again. "I flirt with everything? This from you?"
Dick blinked, surprised out of his anger. "What?"
"You always ride my ass about the flirting thing! But you do it so much more than me! Hell, I don't think you even know how to talk to someone without flirting!" Roy pushed Dick again, and Dick stumbled back. He wasn't struggling anymore, just looking up at Roy with a mixture of surprise and confusion. "Hell, you even flirt with me. If I didn't know better..." he shook his head. "Look, just... never mind. I'm leaving." He turned around, shoving Dick with his shoulder again for good measure, and stalked away.
"Roy!" Dick chased after him and grabbed his shoulder. "Wait, talk to me. Look, I'm sorry, okay? I won't flirt." He smiled a little and turned Roy, rubbing his shoulder soothingly.
Roy just stared. "You really have no idea, do you? You're flirting with me now!"
"I - " Dick snatched his hand away. "Sorry."
"It's fine. I just - look. You... I know you don't like me like that. So could you just quit it?"
"Who... what?"
"It's just confusing. Don't worry about it."
"Wait. Just... hold on." Dick almost touched Roy's arm, caught himself and touched his head again. "Are you... Roy. I just... wait, I mean. You like girls, right?"
Roy shrugged, face blank. "Mostly."
"Mostly?"
"I mean, there've been exceptions."
Dick looked up at him. "You never told me."
"It's not important, okay? Just let me go." Roy started to turn again.
"No, wait." Dick took his arm and turned him. He touched his other arm, almost unconsciously. "I just... um, I'm not an exception am I?"
Roy didn't say anything. He just looked at Dick.
"I..." Dick looked up at him. "Really?"
"Like I said, I know you don't feel that way," Roy muttered, going almost as red as his hair. "I'll get over it."
"No, that's not it." Dick smiled. "Look, this is great."
"Great?" Roy looked at him.
Dick pulled him forward and kissed him.
Title: Sleepy
Fandom: DCU
Characters: Tim/Cissie
Prompt: DCU, Tim Drake/Cissie King-Jones, "I wish I had a thousand words for love, but all that comes to mind is the way you move against me while you sleep and there are no words for that." (Brian Andreas)
Word Count: 265
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: For
lady_sarai!There were a lot of things Cissie loved about Tim.
She loved the way his brow would furrow when he was thinking hard. She loved how he'd do his best to explain whatever he was doing even when it was something Cissie didn't know much about, and how when he explained it, it was almost always clear. She loved how hesitant he was around her, even after all this time, how he treated her like something precious that might break if he wasn't careful. She loved the small, private smile that only she and some of their closest friends ever saw.
But most of all, she loved sleeping with him. She knew Kon would laugh and waggle his eyebrows suggestively if she ever said this aloud, but she didn't mean it in a dirty way. She did love having sex with Tim, but there was something so wonderful about having him curled around her at night. Feeling his breath on her neck. His arms around her, half protecting her, half holding on like she was the only thing keeping him from falling. Knowing he was there with her, and safe, and sleeping. She knew he had nightmares sometimes. But he'd only had a few since they started sleeping together. Cissie didn't know enough about the subconscious to know if that was because of her or not, but she liked to think it was.
Tim shifted a little against her, mumbling something that sounded like a cross between "potato" and "kitten." Cissie smiled and closed her eyes. She couldn't wait to wake up in his arms.
Title: Four Moments in the Lives of Superboy and Robin
Fandom: DCU
Characters: Tim, Kon
Prompt: DCU; Tim Drake, Kon-El; "The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed." (Carl Jung)
Word Count: 759
Rating: G
Author's Notes: For
zoe_chan! And yes, I am in a Mood. If you prompt now, I'm likely (though not guaranteed) to answer. If I don't, one of my trained monkeys (AKA other people who are not me and have no relation to me, and are not monkeys, nor trained) may also answer."Why do you get to tell me what to do? You haven't even shown me your damn face!" Superboy scowled and crossed his arms.
Robin sighed. He did that a lot around Superboy. "Please, Superboy. Just pick up the damn couch so that we can get the remote. Do we need to fight about this every time? You want to watch TV too, remember?"
"...fine." Superboy scowled and picked it up. "But I'm doing it cause I want to, not because you're telling me to."
"Hey, Tim! How you doin', Tim? Guess what, Tim?" Kon flew upside-down in front of Tim.
Tim raised his eyebrows. "Let me guess. You know my name? As you have for the past 28 hours and 37 minutes? And as you can't seem to stop reminding me?"
Kon smirked. "Something like that. C'mon, man, it's not so bad that I know, right? I mean, you're like, my best friend, I guess. I don't got that many close friends who aren't, like, Cadmus people. Or hot chicks, but they don't count. You notice how hot Cassie is without the dumb wig, by the way?"
"Hm." Tim let Kon blather on for a while, then glanced up at him. "Best friend?"
Kon shrugged. "I guess. I mean, what's that mean anyway, right? All my friends are cool."
"Well... thanks. I guess you're my best friend too." Tim flashed him an actual, genuine smile.
Kon grinned back. "Really? Awesome. Tim."
Tim just rolled his eyes.
"You know you should tell them, Conner." Tim walked into Conner's room and sat on his bed. "They're your friends. They deserve to know."
"Sure, I'll just walk into the Titans meeting room and be like, 'Hey guys, guess what? I'm half evil! Also, I'll probably end up bald!'" Conner glared and turned away. "I got homework to do. I'm supposed to try and stay out of detention for at least a week."
"You're not half evil." Tim frowned. "And you probably won't go bald. Look, Raven's father is pretty much the devil. Bart's grandfather is the Capulet to the Allen Montagues. Kory's sister sold her into slavery. Cassie's dad is a Greek God. Mia was a... personal escort. We all know genes aren't what's important."
"Whatever." Conner didn't look at him. "Just go away, man."
"Kon - "
"Please, Tim. I want to be alone."
Tim frowned and stood up. Then he very purposely walked over to Kon and hugged him. Without another word, he walked out again.
"Your new costume sucks."
Tim would know that voice anywhere. But it wasn't possible. Kon was dead. He didn't let himself even look up.
"Seriously. If I didn't have X-Ray vision, I wouldn'ta known it's you." Something was flying in his peripheral vision. He wouldn't look, he refused. Even as familiar hands touched his back and Tim, his bag, his Ducati, everything were suddenly rising into the air.
"You ignoring me, Tim?" Superboy. Kon. Conner. Alive, and grinning that grin Tim hadn't seen since long before Conner had died.
"...this can't be real," Tim said hoarsely. "You're dead."
"Legion brought me back. They're nice like that." Conner laughed and hugged him, ignoring the flying motorcycle hanging out underneath them.
"Conner." Tim hesitantly hugged him back. "Really? This isn't a dream or a trick or something?"
"No, dude. And hey, Bart's back too, though he's gone to tell some chick named Carol or something first." Conner pulled back and grinned. "I'm alive!"
Tim smiled slowly. "I... I've missed you."
Conner laughed and flew them down to a field. "Don't get mushy on me, dude."
"Heaven forbid," Tim said dryly. As soon as he could stand again he hugged Conner again, hard. "What took you so long?"
Conner laughed and hugged him back. "Oh, you know me. Had to take some time to say hi to all the sexy Legion chicks."
"Uh huh." Tim smiled and leaned back against his bike. "You've missed a lot."
"Yeah, suddenly you've become Bad Fashion Man, right?"
Tim rolled his eyes. "My costume is not that bad. Shut up."
Conner just smirked.
"Shut up."
"Not saying anything!"
"It's a long story." Tim looked down. "But I do have a reason I'm wearing this costume."
Conner shrugged and lay down a few feet above the ground. "I got time, man."
"It's boring."
"Tim." Conner gave him a small, encouraging smile. "I want to hear it."
Tim didn't say anything for a moment. Then he pulled off his cowl and sat down. They had a lot of catching up to do.
