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Disclaimer: Batman and all associated comics are the property of DC comics. Events herein are drawn from the following issues: Batman, Inc. #8, Red Hood and the Outlaws #17. SPOILERS DO APPLY!
Word Count: 2,343
Warnings: Violence & Mental Trauma
Summary: Eleven years from now, Damian finds a new Game to play while patroling Gotham by himself, and with the Game, a title that he can call his very own.
Author’s Note: And with the reboot rearranged to my personal satisfaction, there is the other side of Two-Face’s coin. Or how I suspect the triumphant return will actually occur in canon comics—belatedly, with loved ones moving on, a replacement on hand, and even more disturbing parallels to Jason Todd. *shrugs* I gave ‘em a happy ending anyway.
“If ever there is tomorrow when we’re not together…there is something you must always remember. You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. But the most important thing is, even if we’re apart…I’ll always be with you.”
-A. A. Milne, Winnie the Pooh
Author: David Hines (hradzka)
Length: One-shot (Complete)
Pairings: Tim Drake/Cassandra Cain
Verse: DCU (Pre-reboot)
Rating: NC-17 (Sexual content, nudity, and language)
Summary: Tim keeps running into Cass in the showers. Quite frequently, and Tim can’t help but wonder what to do or feel about the situation.
Note: A little more graphic in terms of sexual content, but still it’s a hilarious tale.
Tim Drake pressed his hands flat against the tile wall, bent his head forward, and let the shower beat down on his shoulders.
Every time he interrupted a gang initiation beating, he reflected, the initiation always turned into “Let’s attack the kid in tights.” Which meant that twelve gang members got beaten up instead of one. Maybe they saw it as a bonding experience. The new kid tonight had almost seemed to enjoy it. He’d grinned through a split lip at Tim, toward the end. That had been Tim’s cue: “Welcome to the Burnley Town Massive.”
It was a Robin tradition. Dick, who’d invented the shtick, had advised Tim very carefully on the timing. Feed the line. Get thanked. Wait two beats. Cue right uppercut. “Now *quit.*”
As Tim pulled his head free of the running water, he realized the opposite shower had started up. The Batcave showers were built like an old high school gym: two rows of shower nozzles on opposite walls. No stalls, no curtains. It wasn’t as bad as it sounded. He ignored Bruce, and Bruce ignored him.
Bruce, Tim realized, didn’t usually hum in the shower. And if he did, it wouldn’t sound like —
Tim risked a cautious glance over his shoulder. He and the other party were facing in almost opposite directions, but he glimpsed enough to be sure he wasn’t hallucinating. He saw long hair, and an arm, and the outer curve of —
Tim turned away. He reached for the soap and began to mechanically scrub himself for a second time while his brain processed the situation.
It wasn’t Bruce.
It was Cass.
She was naked.
So was Tim.
Tim locked his face to the wall and rinsed off the soap. Then, cautiously, he began to sidestep to the hook where he’d left his towel. He reached it, wrapped the towel around himself, and left the shower. He didn’t look back.
Title: Queen of Hearts
Length: Complete (5 Chapters)
Pairings: Barbara Gordon/Dick Grayson
Verse: Young Justice (Show)
Rating: R (Sexuality and Language)
Summary: Dick has been hiding something for months and it’s time Barbara finds out what it is. For a person used to secrets, her world is about to be turned upside down by the revelation of one more.
Post-ep 2.10: Before the Dawn for Young Justice.
She stays silent through most of the debriefing. She watches Dick lead from the far edge of the room, and his body looks stiff and at attention, muscles coiled tight like he’s suddenly not the most limber person she’s ever known in her entire life. The familiar body-language reads defensive and severe, and it’s one Barbara recognizes from all those fights with Batman. But Batman isn’t here; he’s several lightyears away serving some sort of imagined penance for sixteen hours of missing time, and she’d call Dick on it but the entire team is watching and this isn’t the time to be having those sorts of conversations. The entire meeting unfolds with this quiet sense of ill-ease in the pit of her stomach. She feels like she’s missing something. A clue, an untold side to the story, a missing piece of the puzzle. No one on the mission got themselves killed, no one else was captured, and they’ve uncovered the Light’s new ally. It’s been a successful mission, all-in-all.
Why does it feel like an abject failure, then?
Barely anyone comments when Beast Boy narrates how M’gann defeated Aqualad, while the woman in question, the one that actually did the conquering, just sits there. There’s bleak avoidance buried in her gaze, and at first Barbara assumes its guilt that’s driving M’gann’s reclusive behavior, guilt at defeating a former friend, but there’s something larger, darker, almost like… shame.
“All right,” Dick says, avoiding everyone’s gaze. “That’s it for tonight. Everyone… good job.”
The words feel hollow and empty for a victory call.
Author: Charlene Edwards
Length: Complete (33 Chapters)
Pairings: Barbara Gordon/Dick Grayson
Verse: DCU (After Nightwing 93)
Rating: PG-13 (Mentions of rape and murder, language, violence)
Summary: Blockbuster was murdered … and Nightwing was “involved”. What happens when the superhero community finds out?
Personal Commentary: First off, I want to give luanna255 thanks for recommending this amazing fanfic in one of her posts. After I read this, I just needed to share this with others, too.
Hands down, this was one of the most emotional and complex fan fiction I had ever read. Not only was it written intelligently, the story utilized each and every character so well, playing off of each relationships of the JLA and Batfam. This story had made me laugh, cry, and terribly angry the entire time. The plot simply takes hold of you and throws you into this mad roller coaster, where the plot thickens every chapter. Not only that, it’s one of those stories that you never want to end, yet in the end, it gives you a satisfying conclusion.
Seriously, it’s a absolute must read. And my personal #1 fanfic of all time.
“Get off me,” he hoarsely whispered. The intense recurring spasm of panic that had started just below his sternum seemed to spread like a white hot flame … passing through his chest, up his spine, into his face, down his arms, and down into his groin. When it reached the very tips of his toes, it finally started to subside. It had gripped him like a vice on his heart. He couldn’t breathe. The choking, smothering feeling had made him dizzy, nauseous and lightheaded. He had succumbed to the fear, to the panic, to the self-loathing. He felt as if he were going crazy, or maybe he already had. When he reached this lowest point in his life, his knees failed him. Failed as he had failed. It was at this point that Tarantula had used him … abused him and his helplessness. Yet, it was his fault. In reality, it was all his fault. Catalina wasn’t to blame, not really. He was. He always would be. “Get offa me.”
Dick weakly pushed her off him and rolled over into the jumbled heap of his torn and bloody costume. The panic almost overwhelmed him again as the smell of blood assailed his nostrils. Dick closed his eyes and tried to regain his composure, but the tremble in his arms gave him away. Her hands were on him … all over him … violating him. He deserved to be violated. Deserved … he knew what he deserved.
“Didn’t you love it baby?” she callously asked. Her feral excitement in her kill had led to fierce and fervent sex. He couldn’t resist, he couldn’t breathe, he was numb. His body was in shock, yet it still responded to her. “You know you did. It would’ve been better only if you had killed him yourself. You could revel in it. But see it’s all better this way … we did it together. We stopped a horrible man together. Killing him was the only way, and it was right. He deserved to die and needed to be killed. It was the right decision. Now … he’s gone and we’re free. Everyone will know not to take his place or we’ll take them down too. It’s all over. ALL over now. We’re heroes. We did what others couldn’t or wouldn’t do. Doesn’t that make you feel hopeful and special?” Smiling she lay her head on his bare back.
Pairings: Robin/Superboy and Bruce Wayne/Clark Kent
Verse: Young Justice (show)
Rating: R (Sexuality, maybe language)
Summary: It was in his genes to catch people when they fell, a predisposition if you will. But Superboy found himself in the unfamiliar territory of falling. And who is supposed to catch a hero when he falls?
Personal Commentary: I’m not fond any pairings in Young Justice,but I found this to be an entertaining read. However, I do dislike how Miss. Martian is characterized and used in the story. That is the only element that really spoiled everything for me. But, if it is not a big issue to you, go for it!
Superboy knelt on the ground, his breath coming out in harsh pants. He cradled a body in his arms, the figure quiet and motionless. His arms were shaking but not from the weight of the body, but from his fear. It overwhelmed him, so much so he couldn’t respond to the voice shouting in his ear com, asking if they were okay. All he could do was stare down at the body in his arms, trembling from emotions he hadn’t yet felt in his brief existence.
The team was on a mission, doing reconnaissance on a business company Batman suspected was double dealing to the Cult of the Kobra. So they saddled up and came to the main building of this company, which might be working for Kobra, searching for clues that may help them win this undefined fight. Or at least understand where they stood. They snuck in just after midnight, splitting into teams to search the building. Superboy had been teamed with Robin, so he could protect their team’s greatest weapon against the complexity of cyberspace.
Robin had been hacking the mainframe when someone had found them, and that someone had a Kobra Venom junkie with him. Robin immediately disappeared like a wraith, going after the man that had found them. Superboy was left to fight the juiced up monster, following after his partner after he sent the beast through a window ten stories up. He had followed the sound of Robin’s banter with their foe, making his way to the roof of the skyscraper.
Superboy arrived on the rooftop just in time to watch Robin be violently knocked out by his opponent. The man looked at Superboy, a smirk distorting his pale face as he grabbed a hold of one of Robin’s ankles. Superboy realized what was about to happen a moment too late as the man swung Robin’s limp body into the air and over the ledge.
Title: Music Memory
Verse: None (DCU/pre-reboot)
Summary: The piano was bought for Damian, but ends up suiting a different Wayne son far better. This is a gift for Cr1mson5.
Title: Simulation Hypothesis
Pairings: Bruce Wayne/Clark Kent
Rating: PG-13 (Sexuality)
Summary: Clark discovers that the simulations which Batman has been using to train with all center around Superman in a slightly creepy way…
Personal Commentary: This pairing is alright for me, but I have to say that I really enjoyed this. The concept that this story is centered around is brilliant and brings an interesting light to Bruce’s feelings. Overall: Even if you’re not into this pairing, just give it a shot. It’s a really interesting read!
Alfred placed the dinner plate into the microwave and hit the ‘start’ button, watching the carefully prepared meal rotate slowly. This was the fourth time this week that Bruce had skipped his evening meal. He was spending every free moment down in the cave, only leaving in the early hours of the morning under Alfred’s stern glare. The man had also been exceptionally moody lately, even for his standards. Alfred tutted to himself, standing alone in the vast Manor kitchen, as the microwave dinged loudly. Something was definitely bothering his charge.
He delivered the reheated oyster-glazed spatchcock with julienne vegetables to the western library, where a sullen Bruce was sitting in a bathrobe, staring out into the pre-dawn murk. He merely grunted when Alfred set the side-table beside him for dinner, and didn’t even react to the butler’s look of disapproval. Breaking propriety, Alfred took the chair opposite Bruce, sitting down with an exaggerated sigh. It was only then that Bruce actually looked at him.
“Something bothering you?” Bruce asked, reaching over the arm of the chair to absently push the peas around with his fork.
“Oh no, sir, I’ve always believed that microwaving improves the texture of certain vegetables,” Alfred replied snidely.
Bruce gave him an impassive look and slowly placed his fork down. “What’s wrong, Alfred?”
“I’m concerned about your recent fixations. I believe they’re doing you harm.”
Bruce immediately shook his head. “No, I’m just-“
“I know what you’re ‘just’ doing, sir. And I think there are alternative ways-“
Bruce stood up abruptly, wiping his mouth with a napkin. “Thank you for your concern, I’ll take it under advisement.” With that, Bruce strode from the room, and Alfred heard the subtle click of the concealed cave entrance being opened.
Alfred shook his head sadly, staring at the barely touched meal slowly cooling on the table for the second time that evening. Clearly, he required backup, and Alfred knew just who to call.
Title: Gonna Be A Better One (A Thousand Miles To Your Door)
Length: 2 chapters (Complete)
Pairings: Kon-el/Tim Drake
Rating: PG-13 (sexuality)
Summary: Tim quits being Robin, cutting all ties with his vigilante life, but Kon refuses to quit Tim. Hoping to hold on to their relationship, Kon takes action to keep his boy wonder in his life.
Personal Commentary: In this AU, Tim and Kon have an established relationship. It’s full of fluff, and some parts are definitely chuckle-worthy.
If the world was ending, then kissing Kon seemed like the thing to do.
It had made sense at the time – the sky dark with thousands of enemy ships, the grey clouds between them like splintering cracks, and Tim hadn’t wanted this regret too, so he had fisted his hands in Kon’s shirt, crumpling the S shield between his fingers, and stretched up on his toes.
As first kisses went, it was pretty fantastic, even if Kon tasted like sweat and ash, alien jet fuel splattered across his face. The audience of killer robots wasn’t ideal, but beggars couldn’t be choosers, and Tim had wanted to kiss Kon so badly.
The problem was the world didn’t end.
Which left Kon and Tim standing back-to-back together in the rubble, beaten and bloody but altogether alright.
It wasn’t the most awkward silence Tim had ever been part of it, but it was solidly in the top three. Then Kon threw up his arms and let out a wild whoop and Tim felt a smile tug at his lips; he quickly bit down on it.
“We won!” Kon exclaimed, grinning at the clearing sky like it was the best and most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
“We did,” Tim said. He didn’t look at Kon. “Same old world.”
“Good ol’ world,” Kon corrected. He started to walk, ambling between bits of broken spaceship and fizzling, dismantled robots. Tim hesitated a moment before he fell in step. “So, hey. Back there. What was that?”
Tim swallowed hard. He kicked a broken bit of spaceship out of his way. This was his chance to say, that was nothing or, what are you talking about? Did you breathe in any of those spaceship fumes?, but his lips still tingled from where Kon had kissed back.
“Heat of the moment,” he replied after a beat. It wasn’t, strictly speaking, untrue.
“Yeah?” Kon said. He tipped his head back, drumming his fingers against his thighs. Tim shot him a sideways glance. “’Cause I was thinking… we could probably do it again. If you wanted.”
“I,” Tim said, heart in his throat, and apparently that was all the confirmation Kon needed. He turned on his heels and caught Tim’s face between his big, warm hands. The press of his lips was solid and real.
“Well?” he said when he pulled back, searching Tim’s face. His eyes were superhumanly blue.
“Well,” he returned, mouth a perfectly serious line. He grabbed Kon’s arms, keeping him in place. Kon’s face broke out in a grin.
“Yeah?” he said, and, laughing under his breath, Tim seconded, “yeah.”
Kon kissed him again. It was, Tim had to admit, a little breathtaking.
“Man,” he said against his lips. “I am so going to be the heat of your moment.”
Tim drew back, his grip on Kon’s wrists slackening.
“That was terrible,” he said. Kon waggled his eyebrows. “And stop doing that thing. Is this what you’re going to be like from now on?”
“Oh, a million times worse,” Kon replied sincerely. Tim suspected he really shouldn’t have felt so happy about that.
I was initially reluctant about adding personal commentary for each story, but I changed my mind. Some of the summaries just don’t do justice to show how amazing these stories are, so I hope you guys don’t mind if I add personal comments. These stories just need a little advertising kick, you know? (Also, I will try my best to leave out spoilers.)