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Title: Music Memory
Genre: General
Verse: None (DCU/pre-reboot)
Rating: G
Fandom: Batman
Pairing: none
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
Author: FictionalKnight (Northern_Star) and skund
Length: Oneshot
Pairings: Bruce Wayne/Clark Kent
Category: Romance
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!
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Excerpt:
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: Jason and Me
Author: David Hines (hradzka)
Length: One-shot
Pairings: None
Category: General, Drama
Rating: PG-13 (mentions of death/murder, violent imagery, language)
Summary: Newly appointed Robin, Stephanie Brown investigates some old history after she is told she is alike to a certain deceased Robin.(Written before Robin #125.)
Personal Commentary: Highly recommended. Stephanie’s characterization is spot on with the head-strong personality and curious nature that we see in the Robin series. Honestly, it’s a very interesting read, especially if you think of it as a “prelude” or foreshadowing to the certain events of War Games.
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Excerpt:
The best part is, I get to wear the suit.
The first time I put it on, I just stare at myself in the mirror. For an *hour.* I still can’t believe it. Dick made it famous. Tim made it his own. And now it’s mine.
Jason died in it, but that’s got nothing to do with me.
I look a little more squarely into the mirror. Try to ignore Jason’s old suit in the display case reflected over my shoulder. This moment’s mine. I’m not sharing it with ghosts. The cape looks good. The suit’s heavier than I thought, but it feels right.
In the mirror, his empty mask looks back at me.
Screw him. I’m getting out of here. I have to show Cass.
She’s out on patrol, sure, but I know when she usually ends her shift so it’s easy to be waiting for her in her cave when she gets in. Cass is always in a good mood after patrol. She drops through the skylight to the floor. She looks tired and happy. I want to surprise her, but hiding won’t do any good. She’ll realize somebody’s there, and in a second she’ll recognize my step, but —
“Hey,” I say. “Notice anything different?”
She turns to face me — and freezes.
“Robin?” she says.
“In training. Can you believe it? Isn’t this *great?!*”
She takes a long time to answer, and when she does her voice is very small and shaken. “No,” she says.
“What?” This isn’t how it was supposed to go. She’s supposed to be happy for me, and we’re supposed to have girl time, and toast the new outfit, and maybe do our nails and talk about boys. “Cass, what’s wrong? I thought you’d be happy for me.”
She almost looks afraid. But Cass isn’t afraid of anything. Except maybe books without pictures. “Jason,” she says.
Jason Todd. Jesus, I can’t get away from him tonight. “I’m not going to die, Cass. Come on. You know me.”
“Batman,” she says. “Said you’re like Jason.” She pulls off the mask and looks up at me. I’ve never seen Cass like this. She looks as if she’s about to cry. When she opens her mouth again, the words come out as if she’s begging me.
“Don’t be,” she says.
Title: Like Ice Is Cold
Author: Gloss
Length: One-shot
Pairings: Cassie Sandsmark/Tim Drake, other minor pairings
Category: Romance
Rating: R (Sexual situations and language)
Summary: Cassie is slightly unnerved and curious about Tim. In fact, as she tries to get closer to him, he becomes more enigmatic, hiding behind his various persona such as Robin or the infamous Mr. Sarcastic. Of course, there is only so much she can take before she just has to act straight-forward.
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Excerpt:
“Who do you think you are?” Cassie shoves Mr. Sarcastic against the wall. If she could just push hard enough to release the pressure building in her head, she might be okay. She shakes him by the shoulders. “Answer me.”
“Harder,” he says. He wriggles in her grip and smirks. “C’mon, you’re stronger than that. Give it to me.”
Cassie goes still. She doesn’t relent, but she resists the urge to tighten her grasp.
“Oh,” he says and frowns. He sounds sad, almost mournful. “Guess not. Guess you’re not all that Wonderful after all.”
Weight back on her left leg, switch-grip from right to left, and she’s got her forearm across his throat and palm on his solar plexus.
His breath comes fast, shallow and harsh.
“How about now?” she asks and eases off, just enough for him to lick his lip and take a deeper breath.
His eyes are glittery. “Eh, I’ve felt stronger.”
She knows he’s messing with her. She *knows*, so why is it working?
“Really?” She trades the throat press for both hands on his waist — skinny as a *girl’s*, wow — and flips him feet first over her shoulder. He lands on his ass, his designer jeans splitting, the mat resounding with the impact. Cassie turns an aerial and drops atop him, straddling his hips. “How about now?”
The glitter in his eyes sharpens. He bites his lip as if he needs to think, then looks her right in the eye. “Now’s good.”
“Yeah?” She’s breathing harder than she ought to. She isn’t exactly exerting herself here, so there’s no reason that the air is scraping in and out and her chest is this tight.
“Could be better, of course –” he adds and, somehow, *stretches* in her hold, like his joints have popped open, his tendons pulled loose as taffy.
Sweat has gathered at his temples, in the hollows under his jaw amid the stubble.
Her training is excellent. She could touch the cluster of nerves at the base of his throat and make him spasm for hours on end. She could snap him in two. She could do *anything*.
But that’s just it.
Warriors excel when they avoid violence: Diana might as well be standing over them, her voice comes so clear through Cassie’s mind.
Her elbows begin to buckle.
His smirk starts to curl up.
“Oh my god, are you guys wrestling?” Bart’s voice barely beats him across the room; his squeal, the breeze of his approach, and half a second later, the warm weight of his body, all crash into her. Cassie pulls away, off Sarcastic’s hips. “Lemme in! I want in!”
“All yours,” she tells Bart. “I’m running late.”
“Do hurry home to Mumsy!” Sarcastic calls before the door bangs shut behind her. “Mustn’t break curfew!”
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“Two minutes to spare,” her mother says when Cassie opens the apartment door. “You’re really cutting it close lately, aren’t you?”
Her face heats up, her chest constricts, and all Cassie can do is duck her head as she heads for her room. She doesn’t trust herself to speak.
Juggling Young Justice, regular work alone and with Diana, *and* being a civilian isn’t exactly easy. Her mom is just waiting for her to slip up.
In a lot of ways, the others have it easier. All they have to do is be heroes. Anything extra is their choice. Sure, Tim has a family (she thinks), but they don’t know about his vocation.
When Cassie does screw up, her mother’s going to be right there to take back her powers and lock her down until she’s at least eighteen.
Title: Cruel and Unusual
Author: J.T. of fyeahbatmanandrobin
Rating: PG
Characters: Damian Wayne, Tim Drake, and Dick Grayson
Summary: Damian has a weakness he’d hoped no one would ever discover. Grayson and Drake are eager to exploit it. (Humor, perhaps a bit twisted)
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“This is about to get very unpleasant for you, Damian. Last chance.”
Grayson stood in front of Damian, arms folded, blocking him in with his body. His lips were pursed around a frown. Drake stood beside Grayson as part of the makeshift cage that trapped Damian against the sofa, but the younger of Damian’s two antagonists wore a predatory grin.
“Come on,” Drake taunted. “Choose the hard way and surprise absolutely no one. I really want you to.”
Title: Brothers and Sons
Author: J.T. of fyeahbatmanandrobin
Rating: PG-13 (isolated instance of coarse language)
Characters: Dick Grayson, Damian Wayne, and Bruce Wayne
Summary: Damian will tolerate Father no longer, and Dick finds himself with a demanding little roommate.
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Three more knocks banged against the front door, more insistent than the first set. Dick groaned as the noise shook him from slumber, and he glanced at the clock on the nightstand. 2:15 AM. It wasn’t often he enjoyed the luxury of a good night’s sleep, and he didn’t appreciate being woken on one of the rare evenings he spent in bed instead of scaling rooftops. The knocking continued, not at all muffled by the heavy rain outside the window. Dick dragged himself from the warmth of his blankets and trudged into the foyer, prepared to confront a confused drunk or maybe a neighbor who locked herself out.
He didn’t expect to find Damian at his apartment door, huddled in a soaked jacket and carrying a satchel on one shoulder. “Good evening, Grayson,” the boy said, peeking out from under his wet hood, and his teeth chattered around his words.
Title: Snapshots
Author: meyari
Length: Oneshot
Pairing: None
Category: General, Drama
Rating: PG
Summary: What if Tim had followed Jason to Ethiopia? Tim follows Jason to Ethiopia when he tries to find his mother. At a critical moment Tim acts to save his hero, changing everything as a result of that one moment of bravery.
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Excerpt:
It’s hot and dry. The people in Ethiopia are actually worse off than the people in Gotham’s worst neighborhoods. Tim feels completely out of place, so visibly different that he sticks out like a sore thumb. Fortunately he’s less of a metaphorical sore thumb than Jason is so he’s able to follow Jason, snapping pictures like a tourist so that the people around him will see him as nothing more than a young tourist boy who wandered away from his parents while taking photographs.
