Fic: Fly and Fall.
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munninTitle: Fly and fall.
Author: Munnin
Rating: PG-13 for violence.
‘Verse: Mended Wings.
Characters: Dick, Bruce, Tim.
Disclaimer: No ownership, no profit and no offence meant. Everyone is of the age of consent in their country and period of history
Author’s notes: 100% organic. May contain minor flaws and imperfections that beta-treated slash wouldn’t.
Bingo card: H/C. Assault. Masterlist here.
Summary: sometimes having a stalker can come in handy...or save your life.
Robin kicked out hard, his boot connection neatly with the side of the goon’s face. “Hah! Bat-boot, up the side of the head.” He grinned, knowing full well the guy would have shoe-tread bruises tomorrow. His staff extended with a flick of his wrist and he vaulted over the getaway car, laughing as the breeze blew their stolen money across the street.
“Little brat.” The second goon hissed, missing Robin as the lithe little vigilante dived and somersaulted his way across the fight.
As much as he hated being reliant on, Dick had to admit the exo-suit gave him a distinct advantage. He was more agile now that he’d been even before the fall that had shattered both his legs and killed his parents. Being Robin gave him the freedom he lost all those years ago and taking the suit off felt like being grounded all over again.
But he always took it off.
As strong as it made him feel, it wasn’t the same as moving on his own. Sure the sticks were a pain in the ass but it was his muscles that made them work, his strength. And his pride depended on that. Dick Grayson may be many things but he was not a helpless cripple.
Robin smiled beneath his mask as one of the goons groaned and got back up.
“Hey little birdie.” Someone called from above and Dick looked up to see the ringleader, a scrawny man in glasses, level something over his shoulder. “Time to fly.” The cannon thing went off, sending a shockwave down the alley.
Dick leapt up, trying to get out of the way but the edge of the shockwave hit him and the suit lit up as relay after relay overloaded and blew. Dick hit the ground with a crunch, convolving as his own armour electrocuted him.
“Not so tough now are you birdie?” The first goon grinned, laying a boot into Robin’s side.
Dick whimpered through his teeth as the goon kicked him again, laying into Dick’s thigh and the mangled knot of scar tissue hidden beneath the now useless armour. This time Dick screamed, unable to fight back the pain.
“Enough.” The ringleader muttered, “Grab the money and let’s get out of here.”
“Bye bye birdie.” The goon muttered in a sing-song voice as he gathered up the loot. “Give my love to the Bat.” The last kick went to Dick’s head and his eyes rolled.
Dizzy and unable to control his limbs, Robin lay twitching in the asphalt as the bad guys sped away.
***
Tim watched in horror as the goons worked Robin over. He casted his useless camera aside, fried by the shockwave and waited anxiously, hoping he wasn’t about to watch his hero die.
As the wheels of the getaway car squealed off into the distance, Tim started down the fire escape, desperate to see if there was anything he could do.
Robin was still twitching as Tim reached his side, the youth vigilante’s eye closed beneath the domino mask and his breath came in ragged gasps, his limbs twitching.
The suit. The suit was hurting him.
Tim reached for Robin’s collar, trying to get it open but the suit cackled, zapping his fingers with a sharp shock.
Ok. Tim thought, sucking his singed fingertips. The suit is booby-trapped. Fair enough. But he needed to do something, Robin was trembling with seizure and Tim knew the smell of burning wasn’t coming from his own fingers. He touched Robin’s knee-high boot with the back of his hand, glad to feel no shock this time. Robin’s armour was thickest at his legs so maybe that was the way in but the boot didn’t give as he pulled on it.
He stopped as Robin whimpered. The young hero’s nose was bleeding freely and flowed over his lips in painful bubbles.
Tim hastily wiped it away from Robin’s mouth. “It’s going to be ok.” He whispered, “I’m going to find a way to help you.” He gave the suit another look over and found a tear on Robin’s thigh where the goon’s boot had ripped the fabric loose, exposing a fine mesh of wires.
Tim was carefully stripped some of the fabric away to get a better look when a dark shadow passed over the moon above him.
Batman landed with a crunch, his cape flowing around him like wings and Tim cowered instinctively. “Step away from him.” the Bat growled.
“He’s hurt.” Tim whispered, his voice high and tight with fear. “They fired something at him. An EM pulse I think. It did something to his suit.”
Batman knelt at his side, surprised by the young man’s courage. “You saw it happen?”
Tim nodded. “It was like a shockwave. My camera stopped working and when I looked down Robin was on the ground convolving.”
Batman ran his hands over Robin’s suit, his insulated gloves taking the shock with easy. “His suit’s shorted.” he muttered, feeling his way along the armour’s seams. “I need to get it off him.” He ripped back the Kevlar Nomex surface. “If I can cross link the subsystems...” he reached into his belt.
Tim ripped his headphones out of his mp3 player and bit down on the buds, tearing them off with his teeth to expose the copper wires beneath.
“Perfect.” Batman growled, twisting the ends into the exposed wiring then he shredded the jack end, press the copper points into the seam of Robin’s boot.
There was a hiss and a crackle and Robin fell back, suddenly still. Batman wasted no time in stripping away the armour that covered Robin’s torso and thighs. “His boots.” He ordered.
Tim scrambled to tug at Robin’s boots to find that they fell open to his touch.
Batman shook off a glove and pressed his fingers to Robin’s throat. “Robin? Robin, can you hear me?”
“B?” the youth groaned weakly, his eyes tight closed. “My leg...”
Along his thigh, Robin’s skin-tight undersuit was charred, sticking dangerous and shiny to his flesh. Batman pulled a can of something from his belt and sprayed a fine cooling mist over the wound, peeling the fabric away from the youth’s burnt skin.
Tim rocked back on his heels as Robin’s leg was revealed, a mutilated wreck of twisted muscle and scar tissue. “Oh god. I didn’t think...how could one kick do so much damage...”
“These are old.” Batman muttered darkly as he ran his hand over Robin’s thigh, pressing here and there to ease the knotted muscles.
The breath caught in Tim’s throat as he understood what Batman was saying. The Boy Wonder, the light-hearted Robin who flew through the air with the greatest of ease, couldn’t walk.
Robin whimpered in pain as Batman touched him and reached out for something to grab hold of.
Tim caught his hand and squeezed. “It’s going to be ok Robin. You’re going to be ok.” He didn’t know if it was the truth or not but the reassuring words rolled off his tongue.
“I have to get him home.” Batman said quietly, resting his naked hand on the young man’s forehead as he pressing a button on his belt.
Tim looked up as the Batmobile rolled towards them, silent and sleek.
“Door.” Batman ordered, nodding towards the car.
Tim dashed over to hold open the passenger door, stepping out of the way as the Dark Knight laid his youth friend inside. Tim scrabbled to collect up the discarded pieces of Robin’s suit and held them out as Batman straightened up.
Batman stared at him for a long moment and Tim shivered, wondering if the stories about the Bat being psychic were true.
Batman took the bundle and tossed it into the back, returning with something in his hand. It was the shuriken that formed the R on Robin’s chest plate. “I owe you new headphones.” Batman said quietly but with merest hint of a smile.
“You owe me nothing.” Tim answered quietly, stepping back to refuse the gift. “Just please look after him? Please?”
Batman closed his hand. “To the best of my ability.”
***
Two nights later Tim woke to find an R shaped throwing star pinned to his windowsill with a new set of headphones wrapped around it and a note.
I owe you one.
R.
Author: Munnin
Rating: PG-13 for violence.
‘Verse: Mended Wings.
Characters: Dick, Bruce, Tim.
Disclaimer: No ownership, no profit and no offence meant. Everyone is of the age of consent in their country and period of history
Author’s notes: 100% organic. May contain minor flaws and imperfections that beta-treated slash wouldn’t.
Bingo card: H/C. Assault. Masterlist here.
Summary: sometimes having a stalker can come in handy...or save your life.
Robin kicked out hard, his boot connection neatly with the side of the goon’s face. “Hah! Bat-boot, up the side of the head.” He grinned, knowing full well the guy would have shoe-tread bruises tomorrow. His staff extended with a flick of his wrist and he vaulted over the getaway car, laughing as the breeze blew their stolen money across the street.
“Little brat.” The second goon hissed, missing Robin as the lithe little vigilante dived and somersaulted his way across the fight.
As much as he hated being reliant on, Dick had to admit the exo-suit gave him a distinct advantage. He was more agile now that he’d been even before the fall that had shattered both his legs and killed his parents. Being Robin gave him the freedom he lost all those years ago and taking the suit off felt like being grounded all over again.
But he always took it off.
As strong as it made him feel, it wasn’t the same as moving on his own. Sure the sticks were a pain in the ass but it was his muscles that made them work, his strength. And his pride depended on that. Dick Grayson may be many things but he was not a helpless cripple.
Robin smiled beneath his mask as one of the goons groaned and got back up.
“Hey little birdie.” Someone called from above and Dick looked up to see the ringleader, a scrawny man in glasses, level something over his shoulder. “Time to fly.” The cannon thing went off, sending a shockwave down the alley.
Dick leapt up, trying to get out of the way but the edge of the shockwave hit him and the suit lit up as relay after relay overloaded and blew. Dick hit the ground with a crunch, convolving as his own armour electrocuted him.
“Not so tough now are you birdie?” The first goon grinned, laying a boot into Robin’s side.
Dick whimpered through his teeth as the goon kicked him again, laying into Dick’s thigh and the mangled knot of scar tissue hidden beneath the now useless armour. This time Dick screamed, unable to fight back the pain.
“Enough.” The ringleader muttered, “Grab the money and let’s get out of here.”
“Bye bye birdie.” The goon muttered in a sing-song voice as he gathered up the loot. “Give my love to the Bat.” The last kick went to Dick’s head and his eyes rolled.
Dizzy and unable to control his limbs, Robin lay twitching in the asphalt as the bad guys sped away.
***
Tim watched in horror as the goons worked Robin over. He casted his useless camera aside, fried by the shockwave and waited anxiously, hoping he wasn’t about to watch his hero die.
As the wheels of the getaway car squealed off into the distance, Tim started down the fire escape, desperate to see if there was anything he could do.
Robin was still twitching as Tim reached his side, the youth vigilante’s eye closed beneath the domino mask and his breath came in ragged gasps, his limbs twitching.
The suit. The suit was hurting him.
Tim reached for Robin’s collar, trying to get it open but the suit cackled, zapping his fingers with a sharp shock.
Ok. Tim thought, sucking his singed fingertips. The suit is booby-trapped. Fair enough. But he needed to do something, Robin was trembling with seizure and Tim knew the smell of burning wasn’t coming from his own fingers. He touched Robin’s knee-high boot with the back of his hand, glad to feel no shock this time. Robin’s armour was thickest at his legs so maybe that was the way in but the boot didn’t give as he pulled on it.
He stopped as Robin whimpered. The young hero’s nose was bleeding freely and flowed over his lips in painful bubbles.
Tim hastily wiped it away from Robin’s mouth. “It’s going to be ok.” He whispered, “I’m going to find a way to help you.” He gave the suit another look over and found a tear on Robin’s thigh where the goon’s boot had ripped the fabric loose, exposing a fine mesh of wires.
Tim was carefully stripped some of the fabric away to get a better look when a dark shadow passed over the moon above him.
Batman landed with a crunch, his cape flowing around him like wings and Tim cowered instinctively. “Step away from him.” the Bat growled.
“He’s hurt.” Tim whispered, his voice high and tight with fear. “They fired something at him. An EM pulse I think. It did something to his suit.”
Batman knelt at his side, surprised by the young man’s courage. “You saw it happen?”
Tim nodded. “It was like a shockwave. My camera stopped working and when I looked down Robin was on the ground convolving.”
Batman ran his hands over Robin’s suit, his insulated gloves taking the shock with easy. “His suit’s shorted.” he muttered, feeling his way along the armour’s seams. “I need to get it off him.” He ripped back the Kevlar Nomex surface. “If I can cross link the subsystems...” he reached into his belt.
Tim ripped his headphones out of his mp3 player and bit down on the buds, tearing them off with his teeth to expose the copper wires beneath.
“Perfect.” Batman growled, twisting the ends into the exposed wiring then he shredded the jack end, press the copper points into the seam of Robin’s boot.
There was a hiss and a crackle and Robin fell back, suddenly still. Batman wasted no time in stripping away the armour that covered Robin’s torso and thighs. “His boots.” He ordered.
Tim scrambled to tug at Robin’s boots to find that they fell open to his touch.
Batman shook off a glove and pressed his fingers to Robin’s throat. “Robin? Robin, can you hear me?”
“B?” the youth groaned weakly, his eyes tight closed. “My leg...”
Along his thigh, Robin’s skin-tight undersuit was charred, sticking dangerous and shiny to his flesh. Batman pulled a can of something from his belt and sprayed a fine cooling mist over the wound, peeling the fabric away from the youth’s burnt skin.
Tim rocked back on his heels as Robin’s leg was revealed, a mutilated wreck of twisted muscle and scar tissue. “Oh god. I didn’t think...how could one kick do so much damage...”
“These are old.” Batman muttered darkly as he ran his hand over Robin’s thigh, pressing here and there to ease the knotted muscles.
The breath caught in Tim’s throat as he understood what Batman was saying. The Boy Wonder, the light-hearted Robin who flew through the air with the greatest of ease, couldn’t walk.
Robin whimpered in pain as Batman touched him and reached out for something to grab hold of.
Tim caught his hand and squeezed. “It’s going to be ok Robin. You’re going to be ok.” He didn’t know if it was the truth or not but the reassuring words rolled off his tongue.
“I have to get him home.” Batman said quietly, resting his naked hand on the young man’s forehead as he pressing a button on his belt.
Tim looked up as the Batmobile rolled towards them, silent and sleek.
“Door.” Batman ordered, nodding towards the car.
Tim dashed over to hold open the passenger door, stepping out of the way as the Dark Knight laid his youth friend inside. Tim scrabbled to collect up the discarded pieces of Robin’s suit and held them out as Batman straightened up.
Batman stared at him for a long moment and Tim shivered, wondering if the stories about the Bat being psychic were true.
Batman took the bundle and tossed it into the back, returning with something in his hand. It was the shuriken that formed the R on Robin’s chest plate. “I owe you new headphones.” Batman said quietly but with merest hint of a smile.
“You owe me nothing.” Tim answered quietly, stepping back to refuse the gift. “Just please look after him? Please?”
Batman closed his hand. “To the best of my ability.”
***
Two nights later Tim woke to find an R shaped throwing star pinned to his windowsill with a new set of headphones wrapped around it and a note.
I owe you one.
R.
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Date: 2010-06-28 01:00 pm (UTC)Er, I might... love this verse. Like, a lot. I want to squeeze the hell out of Tim.
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Date: 2010-06-28 01:25 pm (UTC)Poor kid, he's already imprinted to follow the Bat's commands. He's doomed! Squeeze him, he needs it!
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Date: 2010-06-28 01:03 pm (UTC)I am so loving this verse, now I want to see Dick and Tim's first meeting.
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Date: 2010-06-28 01:27 pm (UTC)That could be fun... *strokes chin*
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Date: 2010-06-28 02:38 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-06-28 09:23 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-06-28 02:58 pm (UTC)So wonderful seeing Tim interacting with Dick, and Dick so strong despite his injuries and BRUCE, taking care of his boy so tenderly! *beams*
Wonderful story!
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Date: 2010-06-28 09:24 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-06-28 09:25 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-06-28 03:24 pm (UTC)Tim is so brave! It's... awe-inspiring.
And poor Dick!
Thanks for sharing love!
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Date: 2010-06-28 09:26 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-07-01 05:56 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-07-01 11:48 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-07-06 06:22 pm (UTC)Poor, poor Dick with that vicious attack! I was so glad to see Tim springing in to help, despite not being able to do much. And I adored the interaction between Tim and Batman.
Wonderful job!
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Date: 2010-07-06 11:48 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-08-29 12:41 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-08-29 12:44 am (UTC)Glad you liked it.