Fic: In this together
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munninTitle: In this together
Pairing: The Robins
Fandom: DCU Band!AU
Rating: PG.
Disclaimer: All fun, no cash
Author’s notes: 100% organic. May contain minor flaws and imperfections that beta-treated slash wouldn’t.
Summary: a rough night before the Robins hit the big time. When the crowd starts to lose interest and the band starts to lose cohesion, Tim knows how to pull all back together.
Band!AU back-catalogue
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modestroad Comment_fic prompt that started it all
Perils of rocking the big time with my The Star That Burns Brightest
faile_neume ’s perfect Bass Porn (Dick/Tim)
modestroad ’s fantastic tour tee-shirt design.
faile_neume 's painfully beautiful Together (Tim/Steph)
Followed directly by my Repairs and Re-plans
Please, please, please come play if this AU inspires.
It would have been an understatement to say the night was going badly. From the point they’d arrived at the venue, it was clear it was not their night. The owners of the club were rude and the venue was set up all wrong for their rig, their hotel booking had been messed up and there was nowhere close to park the van so they’d had to lug their gear several blocks.
When they got back to the van to grab the second load of gear, some guy was trying to break into it. That at least gave Jason a chance to blow off steam as he gleefully kicked the shit out of the guy before Tim and Steph dragged him away. Having to fill out a police report would just add an extra level of trouble to their day they didn’t need.
The slow set up and the fact Alfred was busy finding them a new hotel meant that none of them ate lunch and without regular meals Tim became cranky and unreasonable.
By the time they got on stage, things were already spiralling out of control. Damian knocked Jason’s beer with his heel and spilt it everywhere. Jason had been drinking since midday and saw fit to retaliate by striking Damian up the back of the head with a drumstick. Only Steph’s hand on the back of his neck stopped the youth from dropping his nay flute and launching himself at Jay.
“We’re losing the crowd.” Dick whispered, leaning into Tim’s shoulder as Jay and Steph belted into the rift. The audience was edgy and restless and in the wrong mood for what they were playing.
“I’ll take it.” Tim replied, nodding to the others.
Jay and Steph wound up the song; recognising the signals Tim was giving them. Even completely off their game they were still a family and use to reading each other’s body language.
Tim left the hidden corner behind Dick which he usually played from and dragged a chair to the centre of the stage. He sat down, cradling the bass into the right position, stretching his fingers around the neck, feeling the slight burn. His bo staff felt like this too but in a different way. He closed his eyes, remembering the way he felt in the Robin suit, on the rooftops of the city, at Bruce’s side and the words flowed.
Tim’s voice was never as strong or as clear as Dick’s but the song was his own and he sung it low and slow, plucking at bass’s strings in time to rhythm of his word.
He sang of Gotham and its endless nights. He sang of the wings of its champion and of the shadow he cast. He sung of longing and love and loss, and everything they’d left behind.
“But we turn away to face the day,” His voice cracked at the last line caught on his lips, a single tear rolling down his cheek. “Farewell to Gotham’s shadows.”
There was silence over the club but for the odd quiet sniffle.
Dick crossed the stage, slinging an arm around his brother and hugging him warmly. “You didn’t have to.” He whispered in Tim’s ear, knowing the emotion toll the song took on the youth.
“We needed to remember.” Tim sighed, wiping his face. “He’s why we’re together.”
Jason got up to clasp Tim’s shoulder as the audience found its collective voice, screaming and cheering their approval. The whole club rose in applauses as Tim, rather wobbly, found his own feet and moved back to his usual spot.
Damian caught his eye for a second, granting him a tight, fleeting smile and a nod of approval.
Steph planted a quick kiss on Tim cheek as he passed before kicking out a power cord from her guitar. “So you lot ready to party?” she called, smirking as the crowd roared with her.
Later that night, the older four found themselves crammed into the single double bed Alfred had managed to find them. Dick hummed the tune of Gotham’s Shadows as he stroking Tim’s hair, planting soft kisses on the top of his head. Steph curled up against Tim’s other side, her head resting on his chest. Jason reached over the sleeping girl between them to brush his fingers over Tim’s stomach.
Sometime during the night, Damien gave up the couch he had so fervently fought for and crawled in with them, tucking himself against Dick’s side.
Dick rolled over, sleepily hugging his often aggravating youngest brother. They were together; they’d be ok.
Pairing: The Robins
Fandom: DCU Band!AU
Rating: PG.
Disclaimer: All fun, no cash
Author’s notes: 100% organic. May contain minor flaws and imperfections that beta-treated slash wouldn’t.
Summary: a rough night before the Robins hit the big time. When the crowd starts to lose interest and the band starts to lose cohesion, Tim knows how to pull all back together.
Band!AU back-catalogue
modestroad Comment_fic prompt that started it allPerils of rocking the big time with my The Star That Burns Brightest
faile_neume ’s perfect Bass Porn (Dick/Tim) modestroad ’s fantastic tour tee-shirt design.faile_neume 's painfully beautiful Together (Tim/Steph)Followed directly by my Repairs and Re-plans
shiny_glor_chan ’s awesome The Fame
the_protagonist ’s ungodly beautiful “Untitled City-riff” lyrics
Please, please, please come play if this AU inspires.
It would have been an understatement to say the night was going badly. From the point they’d arrived at the venue, it was clear it was not their night. The owners of the club were rude and the venue was set up all wrong for their rig, their hotel booking had been messed up and there was nowhere close to park the van so they’d had to lug their gear several blocks.
When they got back to the van to grab the second load of gear, some guy was trying to break into it. That at least gave Jason a chance to blow off steam as he gleefully kicked the shit out of the guy before Tim and Steph dragged him away. Having to fill out a police report would just add an extra level of trouble to their day they didn’t need.
The slow set up and the fact Alfred was busy finding them a new hotel meant that none of them ate lunch and without regular meals Tim became cranky and unreasonable.
By the time they got on stage, things were already spiralling out of control. Damian knocked Jason’s beer with his heel and spilt it everywhere. Jason had been drinking since midday and saw fit to retaliate by striking Damian up the back of the head with a drumstick. Only Steph’s hand on the back of his neck stopped the youth from dropping his nay flute and launching himself at Jay.
“We’re losing the crowd.” Dick whispered, leaning into Tim’s shoulder as Jay and Steph belted into the rift. The audience was edgy and restless and in the wrong mood for what they were playing.
“I’ll take it.” Tim replied, nodding to the others.
Jay and Steph wound up the song; recognising the signals Tim was giving them. Even completely off their game they were still a family and use to reading each other’s body language.
Tim left the hidden corner behind Dick which he usually played from and dragged a chair to the centre of the stage. He sat down, cradling the bass into the right position, stretching his fingers around the neck, feeling the slight burn. His bo staff felt like this too but in a different way. He closed his eyes, remembering the way he felt in the Robin suit, on the rooftops of the city, at Bruce’s side and the words flowed.
Tim’s voice was never as strong or as clear as Dick’s but the song was his own and he sung it low and slow, plucking at bass’s strings in time to rhythm of his word.
He sang of Gotham and its endless nights. He sang of the wings of its champion and of the shadow he cast. He sung of longing and love and loss, and everything they’d left behind.
“But we turn away to face the day,” His voice cracked at the last line caught on his lips, a single tear rolling down his cheek. “Farewell to Gotham’s shadows.”
There was silence over the club but for the odd quiet sniffle.
Dick crossed the stage, slinging an arm around his brother and hugging him warmly. “You didn’t have to.” He whispered in Tim’s ear, knowing the emotion toll the song took on the youth.
“We needed to remember.” Tim sighed, wiping his face. “He’s why we’re together.”
Jason got up to clasp Tim’s shoulder as the audience found its collective voice, screaming and cheering their approval. The whole club rose in applauses as Tim, rather wobbly, found his own feet and moved back to his usual spot.
Damian caught his eye for a second, granting him a tight, fleeting smile and a nod of approval.
Steph planted a quick kiss on Tim cheek as he passed before kicking out a power cord from her guitar. “So you lot ready to party?” she called, smirking as the crowd roared with her.
Later that night, the older four found themselves crammed into the single double bed Alfred had managed to find them. Dick hummed the tune of Gotham’s Shadows as he stroking Tim’s hair, planting soft kisses on the top of his head. Steph curled up against Tim’s other side, her head resting on his chest. Jason reached over the sleeping girl between them to brush his fingers over Tim’s stomach.
Sometime during the night, Damien gave up the couch he had so fervently fought for and crawled in with them, tucking himself against Dick’s side.
Dick rolled over, sleepily hugging his often aggravating youngest brother. They were together; they’d be ok.
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Re: Together Part Two
Date: 2010-03-10 11:58 am (UTC)I love you. *whimper* So perfect.
And Damien! Perfect!
Sorry for the slow reply, I had to hand it to my housemate to read so she could understand why I was whimpering.
Re: Together Part Two
Date: 2010-03-10 12:01 pm (UTC)I have this crazy idea that Damian and Steph actually bond quite a bit, because they are almost friends after all the Batman and Batgirl shenanigans.
Also I am totally of the opinion that all the elder Bats in this 'verse are all together in a polyamarous relationship.
Re: Together Part Two
Date: 2010-03-10 12:14 pm (UTC)Exactly - Damian and Steph are kind perfect and sweet in this ‘verse, she’s the only one who doesn’t constantly winding him up like the other boys. I also think he has a massive crush on her but is too much of a gentleman to make anything much of it. Especially in front of the others. Jay would never let him live it down.
I figure they’re all pretty much together in one sense or another, fulfilling different need. Tim and Steph have a very deep emotional bond were as I can see Steph and Jay being frivolously sexual and doing stupid things while drunk that they’ll both gladly deny later. Dick is the sort of very physical being that is always touching and flirting with all of them but only really has sex with Tim. He’d never turn Jay or Steph down but I think he’d be a little shocked if they actually called him on it. Having said that I don’t doubt there are days they just all end up in bed together and it’s on but it happens when there’s a need to blow off steam or bond rather than something that happens randomly. Make sense? I'm rambling now.
Re: Together Part Two
Date: 2010-03-10 12:17 pm (UTC)What you said is exactly how I imagine it. They'er all just really open with each other and love each other so much that whatever they need to happen does happen. Whether that be kisses or cuddles or sex. Except Damian doesn't get sex because he is underage, but one day Steph might give him a kiss.
Re: Together Part Two
Date: 2010-03-10 12:35 pm (UTC)Damian’s eyes blazing as he dropped Dick to the ground. “Don’t start will me Grayson.”
But Dick laughed. “Just didn’t want you to feel left out.”
I can however see him crawling into bed with them during the night.
Tim rolled over, rubbing his eyes blearily as he stared down at the boy snuggled between them. “I think I’m going mad.”
Dick hummed, shifting his grip on the sleeping child in his arms. “No more than usual. He does this most nights and disappears before we wake up. I think he’d deny it if we ever called him on it.”
Damian snuffled in his sleep, shimming closer into Dick’s embracing arms.
“He’s almost cute like this.” Tim mused, stroking his youngest brother’s hair.
“Yeah but...” Dick yawned, “He’d hate us if we ever said it out loud.”
Re: Together Part Two
Date: 2010-03-10 12:37 pm (UTC)And d'awwww d'awww. That would be so adorable.