fic: Marking time.
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munninTitle: Marking Time
Characters: The band.
Fandom: Band!AU
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: All fun, no cash.
Author’s notes: 100% organic. May contain minor flaws and imperfections that beta-treated slash wouldn’t.
Summary: the band deal with a delay at a gig. Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jbadgr as an image she might like to draw if she feels so inspired...
They milled around the van, waiting for Alfred to get back. There’d been some minor miss-communication about the set up and they didn’t want to unpack the gear till they knew what they needed.
Damien leant against the passenger’s door, his headphones in and his hood down. His dark eyes were lost in some middle distance as he tuned out the chatter around him. His fingers drummed over the flat of his thighs, moving with the chords of their songs as he mentally preparing for the gig.
Tim and Steph sat back to back on the step of the van’s side door, their guitars across their laps. Tim’s eyes slipped closed as he worked through the chords, twisting Terry’s pegs delicately to tune up. The song they played together had no name, never got played on stage or would never be recorded. The song was theirs and theirs alone; a simple dance of notes that spoke of purple and red, of rooftops and chases, of Spoiler and Robin. Steph smiled softly as her guitar stings warmed to her touch. She was never really ready till they played this together.
Dick and Jay sparred, dancing playfully around each other. This close to a gig Dick was a ball of pent up energy just waiting to be released. The delay made him fidgety and that nervous energy had to go somewhere. It wasn’t hardcore sparring like in the old days - more of an aggressive game of tag. They bounced across the carpark, trading laughing blows. Dick got a clean shot, the worn leather of Jay’s jacket creaking beneath his hand as he connected with the drummer’s side. He crowed in triumph only to find himself thrown against the side of the van, his arm pushed up behind his back as Jay pressed against him.
“Don’t break him too bad.” Steph called in her best mother-hen voice. “Can’t have you messing up his pretty face before he goes on stage.”
Jay grinned wickedly, grinding against Dick’s ass. “It’s not his pretty face I gunna mess up.” He leered.
“Tim!” Dick moaned, bucking against Jay’s grip. “Save me!”
Tim tsked, not looking up from his bass. “You only have yourself to blame. You shouldn’t have fallen for that feign.”
“Oh but-” Dick’s whine broke off in a moan as Jay laced a fist in his hair, pulling just tight enough to make the lead singer pant.
Alfred’s polite cough caught them all off guard; the gentleman’s gentlemen stealthy than any Bat. “It appears we will not be requiring the amplifiers this evening, the club’s sound system will be sufficient.”
Tim cocked his head. “Are you sure it’ll work with our rig?”
“I feel confident.” Alfred nodded. “However if I might recommend alacrity in setting up this evening? If their sound system proves to be unsatisfactory, we will still have time to alter the arrangement.”
Dick popped the back of the van. “Alright kids, let’s hit it!”
As they unpacked their gear, Dick took a quiet moment to adjust himself, caught out by his uncomfortably tight jeans. As he grabbed his mike rigs and cables out of the back of the van, he wondered if he could convince Tim and Jay to enjoy a not-so-quite night in with him after the gig.
Characters: The band.
Fandom: Band!AU
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: All fun, no cash.
Author’s notes: 100% organic. May contain minor flaws and imperfections that beta-treated slash wouldn’t.
Summary: the band deal with a delay at a gig. Written for
jbadgr as an image she might like to draw if she feels so inspired...They milled around the van, waiting for Alfred to get back. There’d been some minor miss-communication about the set up and they didn’t want to unpack the gear till they knew what they needed.
Damien leant against the passenger’s door, his headphones in and his hood down. His dark eyes were lost in some middle distance as he tuned out the chatter around him. His fingers drummed over the flat of his thighs, moving with the chords of their songs as he mentally preparing for the gig.
Tim and Steph sat back to back on the step of the van’s side door, their guitars across their laps. Tim’s eyes slipped closed as he worked through the chords, twisting Terry’s pegs delicately to tune up. The song they played together had no name, never got played on stage or would never be recorded. The song was theirs and theirs alone; a simple dance of notes that spoke of purple and red, of rooftops and chases, of Spoiler and Robin. Steph smiled softly as her guitar stings warmed to her touch. She was never really ready till they played this together.
Dick and Jay sparred, dancing playfully around each other. This close to a gig Dick was a ball of pent up energy just waiting to be released. The delay made him fidgety and that nervous energy had to go somewhere. It wasn’t hardcore sparring like in the old days - more of an aggressive game of tag. They bounced across the carpark, trading laughing blows. Dick got a clean shot, the worn leather of Jay’s jacket creaking beneath his hand as he connected with the drummer’s side. He crowed in triumph only to find himself thrown against the side of the van, his arm pushed up behind his back as Jay pressed against him.
“Don’t break him too bad.” Steph called in her best mother-hen voice. “Can’t have you messing up his pretty face before he goes on stage.”
Jay grinned wickedly, grinding against Dick’s ass. “It’s not his pretty face I gunna mess up.” He leered.
“Tim!” Dick moaned, bucking against Jay’s grip. “Save me!”
Tim tsked, not looking up from his bass. “You only have yourself to blame. You shouldn’t have fallen for that feign.”
“Oh but-” Dick’s whine broke off in a moan as Jay laced a fist in his hair, pulling just tight enough to make the lead singer pant.
Alfred’s polite cough caught them all off guard; the gentleman’s gentlemen stealthy than any Bat. “It appears we will not be requiring the amplifiers this evening, the club’s sound system will be sufficient.”
Tim cocked his head. “Are you sure it’ll work with our rig?”
“I feel confident.” Alfred nodded. “However if I might recommend alacrity in setting up this evening? If their sound system proves to be unsatisfactory, we will still have time to alter the arrangement.”
Dick popped the back of the van. “Alright kids, let’s hit it!”
As they unpacked their gear, Dick took a quiet moment to adjust himself, caught out by his uncomfortably tight jeans. As he grabbed his mike rigs and cables out of the back of the van, he wondered if he could convince Tim and Jay to enjoy a not-so-quite night in with him after the gig.
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Date: 2010-04-27 04:15 am (UTC)JASON TODD KNOWS WHERE ITS AT. BREAD SHOPS, BITCHES.
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Date: 2010-04-27 04:20 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-04-27 04:46 am (UTC)THE DUDE SITTING ON FRONT OF ME HAS LIKE REALLY HAIRY SHOULDERS. LIKE PUBES. BUT ON HIS SHOULDERS. AND ONLY LIKE A FEW ON EACH SHOULDER. WHAT.
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Date: 2010-04-27 05:02 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-04-27 05:28 am (UTC)IS IT POSSIBLE FOR A JASON MACRO TO MAKE ME FEEL LESS AWFUL ABOUT SKIPPING CLASS??????
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Date: 2010-04-27 05:35 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-04-27 05:39 am (UTC)NEXT TIME I NEED BREAD I AM GOING TO BE LIKE "OHO OFF THE THE BREAD STORE I GO" AND EVERYONE WILL THINK I AM A FREAK BUT I WILL TELL YOU ABOUT IT AND YOU WILL LAUGH
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Date: 2010-04-27 06:00 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-04-27 06:01 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-04-27 06:07 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-04-27 06:09 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-04-27 06:20 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-04-27 06:24 am (UTC)IF YOU DON'T SUPPORT YOUR BREAD STORE JASON FUCKING TODD WILL KICK YOUR ASS
PFFT NIGHT. IT'S ONLY AFTERNOON HERE. PWNED
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Date: 2010-04-27 07:17 am (UTC)THEN LIKE, TIM WALKS IN AND IS ALL, "DO YOU SELL CROISSANTS?"
AND THEN JASON STOMPS ON HIS FACE AN RAPES HIM WITH A BAGUETTE D:
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Date: 2010-04-27 08:31 am (UTC)JASON COMES BACK FROM THE DEAD AND DECIDES, AFTER EATING THE MOST DELICIOUS BREAD IN THE WORLD, THAT HE NEEDS TO OPEN A BREAD STORE! DEDICATING HIS LIFE TO BREAD ALONE. NO PASTRIES FOR HIM.
AND BRUCE IS ALL "BUT JASON YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO BE EVIL BECAUSE MORRISON IS A JERK" AND JASON JUST THROWS BREAD AT HIM UNTIL HE LEAVES.
DICK OCCASIONALLY VISITS AND BRINGS LITTLE BOXES OF CAKES BUT JASON JUST THROWS THEM AGAINST THE WALL IN A RAGE. ONLY BREAD!!!!!!!!!
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Date: 2010-04-27 10:22 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-04-27 01:23 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-04-27 08:15 pm (UTC)YES YES! AND BE BECOMES SO ENRAGED BY THE ROBINS INABILITY TO APPRECIATE BREAD HE BECOMES THE BREAD HOOD AND WEARS A HELMET BREAD BOWL AND LIGHTS BAKERIES ON FIRE!!!!!!!
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Date: 2010-04-27 11:13 pm (UTC)Jim Gordon: Batman, there's been a rash of bakery fires! Some insane convict from Arkham must be loose!
Batman: Uh, not really.. I, um, I'll just deal with that little problem
Jason(in the distance): BREAD STORES FOREVER DOWN WITH THE BAKERIES
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Date: 2010-04-27 11:29 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-04-27 11:31 pm (UTC)IS THERE ANY OTHER JUSTICE ASIDE FORM THE CARB-LOADED KIND? I AM PRETTY SURE THERE ISNT'T.
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Date: 2010-04-28 12:48 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2010-04-27 07:05 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-04-27 07:18 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-04-27 07:41 am (UTC)(Jay as Terminator. Best mental image to have in the morning ever.)