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Fifty word prompts – Detective Comics.
Part 3.

Wait, Clark/Bruce, PG-13 for kirax2
Motion, Bart PG-13 for kirax2
Last, Tim/Zach, PG for faile_neume
Wash, Tim/Tam, PG for faile_neume

Part 1
Part 2

Wait, Clark/Bruce, PG-13 for kirax2

Clark spread his hands over the broad, expanse of Bruce’s shoulders, pressing gently on the tight knots of bruising hidden beneath the suit.

“Don’t.” Batman growled, his voice tight and controlled but Clark could hear the underlying pain.

“Why not?” Clark chided gently, using his heat vision to warm Bruce’s skin though the latex. “Bruce please? I saw you fall. Even I couldn’t have taken that as quietly as you did.”

Batman pulled away, catching Superman’s hands in his own as he turned to face his friend and ally. “Wait. Not here.”

Superman used the vigilante’s grip to pull him closer, the wind catching his cape to furl around them both. “Embarrassed to be seen with me?”

Batman’s smile was grim and tight. “Not at all.” He let his hold on Clark’s wrists drop. “But if I’m going to have your hands on me,” he whispered darkly. “I’d rather be out of this suit.”

Motion, Bart PG-13 for kirax2

Stillness hurt for Bart. It was like being imprisoned in his own skin. He did his best to stay in motion, vibrating fast on the spot when he has to look like he was standing still.

But this... this was harder to deal with than any stillness he’d ever known. Every movement, no matter how slight, tightened the bonds just a little more. The cord around his neck was inching tighter, moving closer and closer to cutting off his airway. 

His chest heaved fast, panting short and shallow breaths just to stop from passing out. The others will come soon...surely... His mind was racing, running the laps around his head that his body couldn’t. They wouldn’t leave me like this...they’ll come.

The cramps in his legs were excruciating, his muscles vibrated with confinement, feeling like they were going to rip themselves away from his joints. The pain was almost too much; he wasn’t going to be able to hold on too much longer. If he didn’t move soon he’d go mad and if he did... the cord tightened slightly, cutting into his neck. 

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Bart gulped one last breath before...

The lights went out and for a moment Bart was convinced he’d died. 

And then the light came back on and hands were on him. 

“We’ve got you Bart.” Robin whispered, his blade moving swiftly to free Bart from the cords.

Kon’s strong arms held him up as Robin freed his legs. 

“I...I...” he stammered, letting the others rub the blood back into his limbs. 

Robin shed his cape, wrapping it around Bart’s naked form. “Do you want Kon to fly you back to the tower?” he asked, helping Bart into his spare uniform.

“No...I...I need...”

“You need to run.” Kon said, surprisingly softly. “We understand. Mind if I run with you? Just in case.”

Bart nodded, letting the two of them help him to his feet. “Thanks...” he stuttered, “I just...”

Robin leaned in, pressing a kiss to Bart’s forehead. “We understand.”


Last, Tim/Zach, PG for faile_neume

Zach growled as Tim came in through the window. “Now you turn up.” He cast off his jacket and hat, throwing them at the couch petulantly. “Four days after Christmas and you remember you have a boyfriend?”

Tim crouched balanced on the sill, waiting for Zach’s rage to run its course.

“Or is that a thing of the past too?” The magician demanded, loosening his bowtie and tossing it down beside his coat. “After all, it wasn’t me you spent Christmas day with.”

Tim breathed out slowly, choosing his words with care. “No, I spent Christmas with Kon.”

“SEE!” Zach growled. “That’s exactly what I mean. So I take it then you’ve come to get your stuff.”

“No Zach.” Tim said calmly, keeping his voice level. “I came to see you.” Slowly he inched forward, unfolding himself into the room. “Yes I spent Christmas day with Kon. You know how close Bruce and Clark are. It’s hardly a surprise our families spent the day together.” 

“That was four days ago Tim.” Zack hissed nastily. “So what’s your excuse for the rest of the time?”

Tim stepped into the light, slowly peeling back his mask. Fresh bruises mottled his skin, a cut on his throat, low on his collar bore butterfly closures. “It’s been a bad week.”

“Damn Tim.” Zach muttered, stepping forward to pull his lover into his arms. “I’m sorry.” 

They hugged, slow and comforting, breathing each other’s warmth. Gently Zach eased them onto the couch, whispering backwards words under his breath as he touched Tim’s wounds. 

“No, leave it.” Tim whispered, catching Zach’s hand in his own. “They’ll heal on their own.” 

“Anyone I know?” Zack asked, unhappily obeying his lover’s request and leaving the injuries be.

“Jason.” Tim growled, tensing in Zach’s embrace. 

“I don’t doubt that he’s sorrier still.” Zach soothed.

Tim snorted, “Oh Dick and I made sure he wouldn’t try a stunt like that again.”

“Good to hear.” Zach nuzzled into Tim’s neck, kissing the soft skin behind his ear. “You said something about a present?”

“Greedy creature!” Tim grinned, reaching into his pouch. Carefully he drew out a length of cloth, dove grey and slinky. “I know it’s not much but...it made me think of you.”

Zach unfolded the scarf, letting the silken fabric fall between his fingers. “It’s beautiful.” He sighed, leaning in to kiss Tim lightly. “Thank you so much.” He wrapped it around his neck, caressing the softness of the fabric. “I love it.” Zach sat up suddenly, shifting to get off the couch. “I have yours here somewhere...”

“No.” Tim growled, pulling Zach back down for a deeper kiss. “Later. Much, much later.”   


Wash, Tim/Tam, PG for faile_neume

Tam leant on the doorway with a despairing sigh. Tim was stripped to the waist, kneeling in the empty bathtub, twisting precariously to clean the wounds on his back with face-cloth.

“Is there any chance you’d let me help?” She asked, already knowing his answer.

“I’ve got this, but thanks.” Tim replied, not raising his head, clearly not surprised she was there.

“Really? Because the cut between your shoulders looks messy and it starts bleeding again every time you twist.”

“It’s alright Tam. I can manage.” Tim was trying to sound dismissive but she could see the slump in his shoulders, the exhaustion written across his features. 

“Why?” She asked, coming to sit on the edge of the bath.

“Why what?” He replied conversationally. 

“What won’t you let other people help you? Why are you so bloody mindedly determined to do everything on your own?” 

He stopped, his brow knitting as he seriously thought about her question. “I guess I’m just not use to have people around who I trust to help.”

She wondered whether to take that as a slur on his trust for her but he was semi-naked in her tub and with his back to the door, clearly trusting her to cover him, or at least let him know if there was trouble so she grinned, snatching the cloth from his hands. “Well now you have. Better get used to it.”