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Band!AU reposted cause comment_fic is glitchy at the moment
DCU, AU! The Robins, they hated long flights. PG-13. The band, Dick/Tim & Dick/Jason implied
DCU, The Robins, MTV Music Awards. G. The band
The Robins LP hunting. G. Jason, Damian, Tim.
DCU, AU! The Robins, they hated long flights. PG-13.
Original found here
Flying long distances is rough on the Robins and anything more than six hours ends with them at each other’s throats.
Everyone has their own coping mechanisms but in many they always seem to make things worse.
Alfred reads. No matter where they are or what they are doing, Alfred always has a book. The world could have fallen apart, their luggage could have caught fire or been sent to Istanbul and he will still produce a novel from somewhere. Tim has theories, many theories about where these books come from, most of which involve implausible folds in space and time.
Steph hums, loudly and cheerful and consistently off key. For someone with such musical talent, she is a master of the tone deaf, tuneless hum. In-flight entertainment for Dick and Damian usually consists of betting on how long Jason will last before the humming drives him to a) say something, b) scream at her or c) beat her with a pillow. The record is 37 minutes. She usually stops...for a while anyway...just long enough to let Jay drift off again before she starts again and they reset the clock.
Jason sleeps. Not the normal sleep of someone trying to mentally escape the drudgery of a long flight but the deep, silent, unbelievably creepy sleep of someone who’s been dead. If space allows he’ll end up with his hand crossed on his chest, coffin style and when he does, he moves so little, it freaks out flight attendants. The only thing that seems to pervade his disturbing undead napping is Steph’s hum....which is why she does it...
Dick fidgeted. It is common knowledge that Dick is pathologically incapable of being still for any length of time. He talks to random strangers, chats up flight attendants and generally makes a nuisance of himself. The problem is he’s good at it and the people around him usually don’t mind. He is very charming after all but it doesn’t take long before he’s setting his siblings’ teeth on edge with his prattling. The only thing that settles Dick down is sex. About two hours in to any flight Jay has to poke Tim out of his trance to paper, scissors, rock who has the dubious honour of dragging him into the bathroom and fucking him senseless. Tim usually wins, only because Jay cheats. The problem is, Bat stamina being what it is, this cure doesn’t last that long and the action needs to be repeated. By the end of a long flight, someone won’t be walking straight...
Tim goes somewhere in his head. Somewhere else, somewhere far, far away when the others can’t reach him. Dick understands meditation but this is something deeper than that. The way Tim blinks when he comes back up scares the hell out of Dick. It’s like Tim’s actively having to remember, not just where he is but who he is. The blankness in his eyes for that few seconds make Dick fear the day Tim doesn’t find his way back. This is why Dick fidgets – a) the sex is great and b) Tim never gets time to get too far away.
Damian watches, and listens, and tries to understand why his family is so insane.
But no matter how hard it gets, no matter how long the trip or how frayed their nerves are by the end of it – the Robins always recover with a night together, pulling the mattresses onto the floor so the five of them can sleep snuggled up.
Dick and Jason take the outer edges, protectively bracketing their younger siblings. Damian squeezes between Tim and Dick, not so close to Steph that his sleeping body would give away his borderline pubescent thoughts and safe in Tim’s arms, somehow more secure there than anywhere else. Steph sleeps between Tim and Jason, her leg draped over Tim’s as Jay hugs her, his hand brushing Tim’s arm. When things have been bad, Alfred pulls up a chair and sleeps watching over them, his hand resting softly in Dick’s hair.
They hate long flights but somehow it always seems worth it.
DCU, The Robins, MTV Music Awards. G.
Original found here.
Dick caught Tim by the shoulder. “Help?”
Tim re-tied and straightened Dick’s bowtie with tolerant smile. “It’s going to be fine.”
“Not Tim. It’s not going to be fine.” Dick muttered frantically. “We’re going to the MTV Music Awards. We have been invited to the MTV Music Awards. How did this happen?”
Jay looked up from his spot on the couch, Steph’s legs draped across his lap. “We got drunk with a punk band and you had a brilliant idea.” He muttered sarcastically.
“Yeah no. I get that.” Dick fluttered. “I remember that night, most of that night anyway. Just...the MTV music awards? How did we...”
“I believe Master Dick,” Alfred intoned as he hung their suit jackets by the door, “that the five of you have achieved quite a level of notoriety in the field.” There was a smile in his chiding tone, a smile of almost parental pride.
“I blame Dick.” Damian muttered as he passed. “I’m almost certain we wouldn’t be forced to endure this foolishness if it wasn’t for him.”
“Thanks...” Dick’s brow furrowed. “I think...”
“It’ll be fine.” Tim promised, pushing up onto his toes to kiss Dick sweetly. “Just...don’t geek out at anyone hey?”
“Not even Lily Allen?” Dick batted his eyes at Tim, only the have his legs knocked out from under him by Jay.
“We are so screwed.” Steph moaned, straightening up and brushing the wrinkles out of her purple satin dress. “Tim please keep him on a leash tonight.”
“Hell no.” Tim grinned. “This is going to be fun!”
The Robins LP hunting
Original found here.
LP hunting was by far one of Jay’s favourite past-times, right after surfing and tormenting his brothers. Wherever they went, Jay would drag them to every second-hand shop, flea market and back alley record store he could find in search of...
Well that was the rub wasn’t it? He could never really explain what he was looking for exactly, only that he’d spend the day grinning smugly when he found it. By the end of any trip, the back of the van contained at least one milk crate full of vinyl more than they started with.
As they sprawled out on the deck of the beach-side hotel Alfred found, Damian prodded at the bulky record player. “I don’t understand your fascination.” He exclaimed pointedly, examining the apparatus from several angles. “The mechanics are primitive, the sound reproduction is poor and the recordings are fragile and bulky. But for a misplaced sense nostalgia, why favour it over digital recording?”
“Oh little brother! Digital music has no soul. Come here.” Jay shook his head, dragging Damian over the lay on the floor at his side. “Just close your eyes and listen.” He nodded to Tim who put on Dark Side of the Moon and joined them on the deck.
As the vibrations soaked though the wood and into Damian’s skin, images of unfolding in his head with the sound. After a while he had to admit the outmoded technique of recording might have some merits...
Band!AU reposted cause comment_fic is glitchy at the moment
DCU, AU! The Robins, they hated long flights. PG-13. The band, Dick/Tim & Dick/Jason implied
DCU, The Robins, MTV Music Awards. G. The band
The Robins LP hunting. G. Jason, Damian, Tim.
DCU, AU! The Robins, they hated long flights. PG-13.
Original found here
Flying long distances is rough on the Robins and anything more than six hours ends with them at each other’s throats.
Everyone has their own coping mechanisms but in many they always seem to make things worse.
Alfred reads. No matter where they are or what they are doing, Alfred always has a book. The world could have fallen apart, their luggage could have caught fire or been sent to Istanbul and he will still produce a novel from somewhere. Tim has theories, many theories about where these books come from, most of which involve implausible folds in space and time.
Steph hums, loudly and cheerful and consistently off key. For someone with such musical talent, she is a master of the tone deaf, tuneless hum. In-flight entertainment for Dick and Damian usually consists of betting on how long Jason will last before the humming drives him to a) say something, b) scream at her or c) beat her with a pillow. The record is 37 minutes. She usually stops...for a while anyway...just long enough to let Jay drift off again before she starts again and they reset the clock.
Jason sleeps. Not the normal sleep of someone trying to mentally escape the drudgery of a long flight but the deep, silent, unbelievably creepy sleep of someone who’s been dead. If space allows he’ll end up with his hand crossed on his chest, coffin style and when he does, he moves so little, it freaks out flight attendants. The only thing that seems to pervade his disturbing undead napping is Steph’s hum....which is why she does it...
Dick fidgeted. It is common knowledge that Dick is pathologically incapable of being still for any length of time. He talks to random strangers, chats up flight attendants and generally makes a nuisance of himself. The problem is he’s good at it and the people around him usually don’t mind. He is very charming after all but it doesn’t take long before he’s setting his siblings’ teeth on edge with his prattling. The only thing that settles Dick down is sex. About two hours in to any flight Jay has to poke Tim out of his trance to paper, scissors, rock who has the dubious honour of dragging him into the bathroom and fucking him senseless. Tim usually wins, only because Jay cheats. The problem is, Bat stamina being what it is, this cure doesn’t last that long and the action needs to be repeated. By the end of a long flight, someone won’t be walking straight...
Tim goes somewhere in his head. Somewhere else, somewhere far, far away when the others can’t reach him. Dick understands meditation but this is something deeper than that. The way Tim blinks when he comes back up scares the hell out of Dick. It’s like Tim’s actively having to remember, not just where he is but who he is. The blankness in his eyes for that few seconds make Dick fear the day Tim doesn’t find his way back. This is why Dick fidgets – a) the sex is great and b) Tim never gets time to get too far away.
Damian watches, and listens, and tries to understand why his family is so insane.
But no matter how hard it gets, no matter how long the trip or how frayed their nerves are by the end of it – the Robins always recover with a night together, pulling the mattresses onto the floor so the five of them can sleep snuggled up.
Dick and Jason take the outer edges, protectively bracketing their younger siblings. Damian squeezes between Tim and Dick, not so close to Steph that his sleeping body would give away his borderline pubescent thoughts and safe in Tim’s arms, somehow more secure there than anywhere else. Steph sleeps between Tim and Jason, her leg draped over Tim’s as Jay hugs her, his hand brushing Tim’s arm. When things have been bad, Alfred pulls up a chair and sleeps watching over them, his hand resting softly in Dick’s hair.
They hate long flights but somehow it always seems worth it.
DCU, The Robins, MTV Music Awards. G.
Original found here.
Dick caught Tim by the shoulder. “Help?”
Tim re-tied and straightened Dick’s bowtie with tolerant smile. “It’s going to be fine.”
“Not Tim. It’s not going to be fine.” Dick muttered frantically. “We’re going to the MTV Music Awards. We have been invited to the MTV Music Awards. How did this happen?”
Jay looked up from his spot on the couch, Steph’s legs draped across his lap. “We got drunk with a punk band and you had a brilliant idea.” He muttered sarcastically.
“Yeah no. I get that.” Dick fluttered. “I remember that night, most of that night anyway. Just...the MTV music awards? How did we...”
“I believe Master Dick,” Alfred intoned as he hung their suit jackets by the door, “that the five of you have achieved quite a level of notoriety in the field.” There was a smile in his chiding tone, a smile of almost parental pride.
“I blame Dick.” Damian muttered as he passed. “I’m almost certain we wouldn’t be forced to endure this foolishness if it wasn’t for him.”
“Thanks...” Dick’s brow furrowed. “I think...”
“It’ll be fine.” Tim promised, pushing up onto his toes to kiss Dick sweetly. “Just...don’t geek out at anyone hey?”
“Not even Lily Allen?” Dick batted his eyes at Tim, only the have his legs knocked out from under him by Jay.
“We are so screwed.” Steph moaned, straightening up and brushing the wrinkles out of her purple satin dress. “Tim please keep him on a leash tonight.”
“Hell no.” Tim grinned. “This is going to be fun!”
The Robins LP hunting
Original found here.
LP hunting was by far one of Jay’s favourite past-times, right after surfing and tormenting his brothers. Wherever they went, Jay would drag them to every second-hand shop, flea market and back alley record store he could find in search of...
Well that was the rub wasn’t it? He could never really explain what he was looking for exactly, only that he’d spend the day grinning smugly when he found it. By the end of any trip, the back of the van contained at least one milk crate full of vinyl more than they started with.
As they sprawled out on the deck of the beach-side hotel Alfred found, Damian prodded at the bulky record player. “I don’t understand your fascination.” He exclaimed pointedly, examining the apparatus from several angles. “The mechanics are primitive, the sound reproduction is poor and the recordings are fragile and bulky. But for a misplaced sense nostalgia, why favour it over digital recording?”
“Oh little brother! Digital music has no soul. Come here.” Jay shook his head, dragging Damian over the lay on the floor at his side. “Just close your eyes and listen.” He nodded to Tim who put on Dark Side of the Moon and joined them on the deck.
As the vibrations soaked though the wood and into Damian’s skin, images of unfolding in his head with the sound. After a while he had to admit the outmoded technique of recording might have some merits...