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munninFifty word prompts – Detective Comics.
Part 1.
Ghost, Jason/Tim, PG-13 for shiny_glor_chan
Hide, Tim/Kon, PG-13 for kirax2
Goodbye, Tim/Bernard, PG-13for faile_neume
Stop, Tim/Bernard, PG-13for faile_neume
Gentle, Tim/Kon/Bart, G for kirax2
Hold, Dick/Roy for NC-17 byday_bynight
Precious, Dick/Tim NC-17 for byday_bynight
Part 2
Part 3
Ghost, Jason/Tim, PG-13 for shiny_glor_chan
“Shit babybird. What happened? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Jason wrapped his arm around Tim’s waist, lowering his younger brother into a chair. The youth was shock white, his pupils blow.
“I refuse the point out the irony of that statement coming from you.” Tim huffed.
But Jason refused to bite. It was classic Tim defection. “Come on kid. You gotta talk to me here.”
Tim swayed slightly, still dazzed and spinning. “I thought I saw him Jay. Just for a moment. On top of the Watch tower.”
Jay bit back a sigh. The gargoyle on the left side, Bruce’s favourite place to survey what had once been his city “Maybe it was just Dick fooling around.”
Tim looked up at him, his ice blue eyes stained with unshed tears. “Dick never goes up there, especially not in the suit. You know that.” He closed his hand round Jason’s upper arm, leaning into his for support.
Jason ran a hand though Tim’s hair, tousled and sweat-lank from Red Robin’s cowl. “When was the last time you slept more than three hours in a row?” The younger boy shrugged. “Yer pushing yourself too hard.”
“I’m not losing it.” Tim growled, at once defensive about his metal state. “I know what I saw.”
Jay wanted to argue but it wasn’t worth getting Tim wound up again. One of the few things he and Dick agree on was that Tim needed time to settle back into life in Gotham, life without Bruce. “How ‘bout you get some sleep Babybird and we’ll go up and have a look in the morning?”
“I don’t...I don’t sleep much anymore.” Tim mumbled, leaning into Jason’s embrace as the older Robin guided him towards the bed.
“I think I’ve got a few tricks that’ll help with that.” Jay whispered, gratified as Tim shuddered in his arms. “Let me take care of you Babybird. Let me help.”
As Tim’s breathing turned ragged and his fingers clenched in Jay’s hair, Jason silently prayed that Bruce would honour his promise and stay a ghost in their lives.
Hide, Tim/Kon, PG-13 for kirax2
Kon eased out on to the roof, trying to keep his footfalls light as he crossed to where Robin stood. The young vigilante was poised on the roof’s edge, his stance screaming tension.
“What are you doing here Superboy?” Robin growled, not turning his head to acknowledge Kon’s presence.
“Looking for you.” Kon replied in what he hoped was a friendly tone. “It’s not like you to be late for a titan weekend. Or to piss off and hide on the roof as soon as you arrive.”
“I’m hardly hiding.” Tim’s tone became darker, more threatening as Kon got closer.
“But you are.” Kon said softly. He reached out to touch his friend, unsurprised as the other boy flinched away. “You’re hiding behind Robin again.”
Tim moved away sharply, stopping just outside the range of Kon’s TTK. “You don’t know the real me.”
Kon felt the reproof like a slap across the face. “Maybe not but I want to.” He took another step closer, pausing just in case.
But Robin didn’t stop him; the masked vigilante stood stock still as Kon eased towards him. “You don’t want to know me Kon. Knowing the real me will get you hurt.”
“I’m willing to risk that.” Kon whispered, close enough now that he could touch Robin if he wanted to but the youth was still braced, ready to fight or flee. He might be a metahuman but Kon was still pretty sure Robin could wipe the floor with him.
Tim took a deep breath, seemingly fighting to hold on to some semblance of control. “Don’t do this Kon.”
“I’m your friend.” Kon urged as he raised his hands to rest of Tim’s shoulders. “There’s nothing I won’t do for you.”
As his back hit the wall and Tim tongue filled his mouth, hands clawing at his shirt as their bodies collided, Kon wondered if he’d regret that promise.
Goodbye, Tim/Bernard, PG-13for faile_neume
Tim tried to ignore his name being called out, ducking in and out of the late night shopping crowd to loss his tail but a hand wrapped around his wrist, jerking him back.
“What the fuck Drake? Why are you ducking me?” Bernard’s expression was dark and hard as he pulled Tim into a shadowed corner of the market, throwing the youth against the wall.
Tim took the tirade, his head down as he let Bernard press him against the bricks.
But the lack of reaction only made Bernard angrier. “Three years Drake. Everything goes to fuck at the school and you vanish. Not a fucking word from you! No idea if you’re even alive! Fuck man I thought we were friends. You could have at least said goodbye!”
“No. I couldn’t.” Tim’s voice barely above a whisper.
His broken tone made Bernard check his rage and he leant back, letting the blocked light fall of Tim’s face. The youth right cheek was mottled with bruising, maybe a few days old and a covered wound on the side of his throat oozed blood. “Shit Drake! What happened?”
“Two much...too fast...couldn’t risk seeing you...” Tim drooped in his arms as if fighting to hold himself up. “You should go...before it’s too late...”
“No dice Drake. I’m not leaving you like this.”
“You must.” Tim checked suddenly, seeing something over the blond’s shoulder and pulling Bernard further into the shadows. “You have to go now. Before he sees you.”
“What are you talking about Drake?” Bernard cradled Tim’s cheek, carefully stroking around the bruises. “Whatever it is you’re gotten yourself into I promise I’ll help get you out. We’ll go to the police together. You don’t have to do this alone.”
Tim chuckled bitterly, bringing Bernard’s hand to his lips. “It’s too late for that now. I’m sorry.” He pushed up onto his toes to plant a soft kiss on Bernard’s lips. “I love you Bernard. And I’m sorry. At least this time I got to say goodbye.”
Tim moved to duck back out into the crowd but Bernard caught his wrist, dragging him back in for another kiss, deeper and harder than the first. Tim’s breathing hitched as Bernard pulled him close, pouring years of missed opportunity and regret into that one moment. As they broke for air, Tim broke for cover, vanishing into the crowd in a heartbeat.
As Bernard fell against the wall, eyes closed and his head spinning, Jason slid the knife from his belt and eased himself into the shadows at the blond’s side. “Hello lover-boy.”
Stop, Tim/Bernard, PG-13 for faile_neume (Sequel to Goodbye)
Tim felt the cape spread out around him like the night itself. He knew Dick would be pissed at him for using the costume but keeping Batman in sight of the people was more important than their petty arguments. He followed the line of Bruce’s usual patrols, making sure to be seen by passing pedestrians.
Only when he reached the edge of the Haskin Building, one jumpline from the Watchtower did Tim realise something was wrong. Silhouetted against the night’s sky was Batman, poised atop the gargoyle on the left side - Bruce’s favourite spot.
It took Tim a moment to override the leap of hope in his heart and look properly. The outline was wrong – too short, too heavy, the suit was wrong. Jason.
“You shouldn’t be out in Daddy’s clothes Babybird.” The elder Robin mocked as Tim dropped onto the roof, keeping a safe distance.
“Nor should you.” Tim replied, braced for the inevitable fight.
“Oh I’m not wearing Daddy’s suit. I’ve designed my own. With a few upgrades.” Jason turned towards the light, flashing the grimacing mouth grill and gun holsters; a nightmare version of Bruce’s dream. “What do you think?”
“I think he’d be ashamed.” Tim intoned, his hands moving over his belt, cataloguing his weaponry and options. “You don’t deserve to wear his insignia.”
“And you do?” Tim could feel the smirk he couldn’t see as Jason stalked towards him. “I never knew you had a thing for blonds. Always thought you’d take after him and dig the black hair.” Jason cocked his head speculatively. “I suppose it was just lucky you’re naturally dark. He didn’t need to make you dye your hair so he could fuck you and think of the Golden Boy.”
Tim took a step back, wary of his brother’s ranting. More than once he’d wondered just how broken Jason’s mind truly was. “What do you mean blonds?” He asked, trying to steer the conversation away from Bruce and the tarnish of his memories.
Jason wondered along the parapet, clearly enjoying his audience. “I should have guessed, after that bint Steph,” Tim’s hands tightened on his staff at the mention of her, “you’d go after someone a bit more...normal.”
There was s frightened squeak as Jason hauled on the rope in his hand and a bound and gagged Bernard stumbled into sight. The teen was balanced precariously on the roof’s edge and even the slightest wrong move could send him tumbling.
“Attacking random civilians to get my attention.” Tim said quickly, trying to keep his tone neutral. “That’s low even for you.”
“Hardly random Babybird. I saw you with him this evening. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you kiss someone quite that desperately before. Missing Daddy perhaps?”
Tim risked a glance sideways to Bernard. The tall teen looked pretty scared and a little messed up. At a guess Jason had worked him over before tying him up. Bernard’s eyes met Tim’s, shock wide and freaking as if he wasn’t sure which of them to be most afraid of.
If he could get them both out of this alive, Tim was going to have to have a long chat with his old school friend.
“Alright Jay.” Tim turned back to his brother. “This has to stop. Bring him back from the edge and we’ll talk.”
“Talk? What it there left to talk about? I offered you a place at my side. I gave you the chance to be my Robin and you threw it in my face. And now you’re wearing his suit. Planning to make this gangly idiot your Robin babybird? Little tall isn’t he?”
Tim kept his eyes on Jason, willing himself not to watch Bernard wobble on the precipice as Jay jerked on the rope. “Neither you nor I are meant to be the Bat. You know that as well as I.”
This pushed Jay to the edge, his madness finally cracking. “I AM BATMAN!” He screamed to the night air, a flick of the rope sending Bernard over the edge.
Without a thought Tim jumped, tucking his arms close to fall faster, willing himself through the air to catch Bernard. The jump line he was barely aware of firing cracked tight just as he wrapped his arms around Bernard, his shoulder screaming with pain as it wrenched, taking their combined weigh. Tim swung them hard, managing to land on a nearby rooftop. Bernard groaned around the gag as he tumbled out of Tim’s arms, hitting the tarmac with a crunch.
“Drake? What the hell?” Bernard’s voice was lost and broken as Tim pulled the gag from his mouth.
“I never meant to involve you in this.” Tim muttered, methodically cut Bernard free. “How badly hurt are you?”
“I’ll live.” Bernard said, groaning as he tried to get to his feet, flinching away from Tim’s touch.
Tim stopped him, kneeling at Bernard’s side to check the blond’s ankles. “We’re gotta get you out of here before Jay decides to he’s up for another round.”
“So who the hell are you? And who was that whack job?” Bernard asked, leaning heavily as Tim took his weight.
Tim sighed heavily. “I’m Tim Drake and that’s my brother Jason. Dying made him crazy and now I have to work out how to stop him.”
Bernard looked at him long and dark. “You and I need to talk.”
Gentle, Tim/Kon/Bart, G for kirax2
“Bart! Slow down. We need to be really gentle about this.” Kon growled, shifting his grip on Tim’s arm, running his hand over Robin’s shoulder.
The dark haired Titan moaned painfully as Bart forced himself to slow, no longer vibrating as he held Tim upright. “Are you sure we should do this? Shouldn’t we wait for Vic?”
“It could take them awhile to reach us under all this rubble. The sooner we get Robin back on his feet, the sooner we can start digging our way out.” He ran his hands over Tim’s shoulder once more, feeling where the joint was dislocated. “Are you ready for this?”
Tim’s reply was another moan, tightening his grip on Bart’s arm.
Kon met Bart’s eye over Tim’s head, nodding slightly. “Let’s do this.”
Bart gasped, shuddering under Robin’s grip as Kon cracked Tim’s shoulder back into place. The darked haired Titan rode the pain in silence, blood dripping from his lip as he bit down on it.
“It’s alright Rob. It’s going to be ok.” Kon soothed, holding Tim carefully as they lowered him to the floor. The cold of the cave was starting to seep in now and Tim shivered between them.
“We should keep him warm.” Bart muttered, shifting closer to chafe Robin’s hands though his gauntlets. “I remember reading that you have to keep people warm when they’re in shock.”
Kon looked up at the caved in roof and the tons of rubble that surrounded them. The others would be coming soon enough and surely it was safer to leave it as it was. No sense caving the roof in on themselves. “Sounds like a good idea.” He shed his jacket and lay down beside Tim, cradling the youth’s injured arm against his chest.
Bart hesitated for a moment, wondering if anyone else was feeling weird about this but Kon used his TTK to gently tug the red-head closer, covering all three of them with his jacket.
When Vic and Kory found them nearly an hour later, the three boys were fast asleep in each other’s arm.
Hold, Dick/Roy for NC-17 byday_bynight
Dick kept his arms around his lover, stroking Roy’s chest and stomach as he waited for the initial burn to subside.
“I’ve got you.” He whispered, nuzzling the soft skin behind the archer’s ear. “It’ll pass I promise.”
Slowly Roy’s fingers loosened from the balled up sheets, his clenched jaw popping as he forced himself to relax. “Just do it. I can take it.” He growled, pushing back against Dick.
But the lithe aerialist moved with him, keeping himself from thrusting too deep just yet. “Go slow Speedy.” He purred, pressing soft kisses to the side of Roy’s throat. “I don’t want our first time to be painful for you.” He drifted a hand down Roy’s chest, stroking the strong muscles of his abs before trailing his fingers over the top the archer’s thigh, the merest hint of nail making Roy shudder.
“Tease.” Roy hissed playfully, groaning as Dick eased himself deeper.
“Tell me you don’t love it?” Dick grinned, his easy smile as reassuring as his touch as Roy spread his knees a little, moaning as his best friend’s hips came to rest against his.
A whimper escaped Dick’s lips as they rocked together slowly, a sheen of sweat making them both glisten in the candle light. “God Roy. You’re so beautiful.”
Roy’s laugh broke with a moan as Dick’s hand wrapped around his cock, stroking him in time to their measured thrusts.
But Dick was still talking, babbling a stream of curses and endearments as they moved together, thrusting ever faster as they dove for complication. “Love you. Want you. Feels so good. Oh god Roy.”
Roy bit back a cry as Dick shifted, striking something inside him that made his whole body twang like a bow string, his vision shattering into a thousand shards of white as he came hard.
Dick held Roy tight as they fell, boneless and limp, to the bed. Safe in his lover’s arms, Roy wept. All those years of hunger and addiction, years of pain and indignity, all those years of being willing to sell himself, body and soul, to get a hit were washed away by Dick’s touch.
Dick stroked Roy’s hair, pulling the archer close to whisper in his ear. “I love you Roy. I’m so lucky to be your first.”
They both knew shadows what the past held but they would rewrite the future together.
Precious, Dick/Tim NC-17 for byday_bynight
Tim trembled in Dick’s arms as the elder vigilante carried him in though the window.
“I’ve got you babybird.” Dick whispered, cradling Tim’s head against his shoulder as he sat down on the edge of his bed. “You’re safe with me.”
Tim meowed, his skin burning as the poison thrummed in his veins. “Dick please...Ivy...”
“I know, I know.” Dick soothed, gently he easing his brother down to the bed. “I’ll look after you. I promise.” With practiced hands he peeled back the layers of Tim’s Robin suit, instinctively checking for injuries as he went.
Tim’s skin was flushed red and hot with need as Dick ran his hands over his brother’s narrow chest. Beneath his fingers, Tim’s heart hammered in his chest, unnaturally fast. No time to waste, Tim was already dangerously far along.
“Do you trust me little brother?” Dick whispered urgently as he peeled back Tim’s tights.
“Yes! God yes!” Tim moaned as his captive cock sprang free. He was so hard it hurt.
In one fluid movement, Dick rolled them over, pulling Tim on top of him and into his mouth. The youth screamed with pleasure as Dick swallowed him. All control lost, he threaded his fingers through Dick’s hair, riding his brother’s face with careless abandon.
Dick tried to steady him, wrapping his hands around Tim’s hips as the youth’s frantic thrusts made him gag.
Tim grabbed Dick’s hands, pinning his wrists to the bed-head. His cries echoed across the room as he ploughed heedlessly into Dick’s mouth. The force of his orgasm caught him by surprise and he jolted back, painting his brother’s face and throat with his release.
Dick never missed a beat, shifting with Tim to keep him from falling. He lowered his brother safely to the bed, sparing only a second to wipe his face. “Tim! Tim talk to me.” His hands flew to Tim’s wrist, feeling for the racing pulse.
Tim’s eyes fluttered open. “Dick?”
“I’m here babybird. You’re ok.” Tim’s pulse was slowing now, his skin gradually paling to normal.
Tim stared up at his brother, Dick’s lips were swollen and red, slick with come and spit. “I hurt you.” he whispered, reaching up to run his fingers over Dick’s mouth.
Dick took his hand, kissing it gently. “No, you didn’t, it’s ok. It’s ok.” He pulled Tim in close, holding him tight and carding his fingers though the youth hair. “It’s all going to be ok now.”
Exhaustion dragged at Tim’s senses as the rhythmic stroke of Dick’s hand down his back lulled him to sleep. “Why...?” Though he couldn’t finish the sentence, Dick heard it clear enough. Why did you let me hurt you? Why do you let me take advantage of you?
Dick pressed a kiss to the top of Tim’s head, holding his brother close. “Because you’re precious to me.”
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Date: 2010-01-28 05:42 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-01-28 10:05 pm (UTC)Glad you enjoyed them and thanks for commenting.