“Shit!” Dick swore, shifting Tim off his lap at the sound. “Stay here guys.”
Tim’s was blanched white and shaking as Damian and Steph shifted onto the couch to hold him.
Damian’s freshly painted nail smeared against Tim’s shirt and he hugged his brother. “It’s ok Tim,” his whispered, stroking Tim’s hair. “Whatever it is, Dick will deal with it.”
Steph just pressed Tim’s head against her chest and rocked him.
Dick hit the front door at a run as Jay came bailing out of the garage, heading in the same direction.
“What the fuck?” Jay demanded, swinging a large wrench over his shoulder.
Dick shaded his face, staring up at the circling jet.
“Fucking showboat!” Jay cursed as he spotted the Stark Industries logo down the plane’s flank. “Tim doesn’t need this shit right now.”
“I know.” Dick growled, ducking into the garage to back out one of the cars. “Look after Tim,” he called, “I’ll deal with this.” He waved at the window at the circling jet.
Tony’s pilot got the hint and followed as Dick sped towards the airport.
~~~
Tony’s jet was already on the ground by the time Dick reached the tarmac but the plane’s owner was held up by the throat against its side by a very angry looking Starfire. Tony choked and coughed as Kory slammed him against the plane’s skin, her hair flaring around her like a halo.
“You shall not,” Slam “violate,” Slam “the safely of those,” Slam “under our protection.” Her eyes glowed green and dangerous.
“Stand down Starfire!” Dick called, “Let him go.”
“He violated your peace Richard.” Kory didn’t turning to acknowledge Dick’s presence. “He used deception to gain access to you.”
Tony was starting to go blue.
“Let him down Star.” Dick muttered reasonably, “Let his speak his piece.”
Tony coughed, gasping as Kory dropped him to the tarmac.
She ignored the breathless playboy and floated over the Dick. “Are you injured Richard?” Her hair floated around him, protective and possessive. “Is Timothy alright?”
“We’re ok Kor.” He whispered, leaning almost gratefully into her touch. Despite the many rocky years in their relationship, it felt so good to have her there. “How long has O had you watching out for us?”
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branchandroot
Too much, too fast, Rish. Part 1
Date: 2010-07-28 10:59 am (UTC)Tim’s was blanched white and shaking as Damian and Steph shifted onto the couch to hold him.
Damian’s freshly painted nail smeared against Tim’s shirt and he hugged his brother. “It’s ok Tim,” his whispered, stroking Tim’s hair. “Whatever it is, Dick will deal with it.”
Steph just pressed Tim’s head against her chest and rocked him.
Dick hit the front door at a run as Jay came bailing out of the garage, heading in the same direction.
“What the fuck?” Jay demanded, swinging a large wrench over his shoulder.
Dick shaded his face, staring up at the circling jet.
“Fucking showboat!” Jay cursed as he spotted the Stark Industries logo down the plane’s flank. “Tim doesn’t need this shit right now.”
“I know.” Dick growled, ducking into the garage to back out one of the cars. “Look after Tim,” he called, “I’ll deal with this.” He waved at the window at the circling jet.
Tony’s pilot got the hint and followed as Dick sped towards the airport.
~~~
Tony’s jet was already on the ground by the time Dick reached the tarmac but the plane’s owner was held up by the throat against its side by a very angry looking Starfire. Tony choked and coughed as Kory slammed him against the plane’s skin, her hair flaring around her like a halo.
“You shall not,” Slam “violate,” Slam “the safely of those,” Slam “under our protection.” Her eyes glowed green and dangerous.
“Stand down Starfire!” Dick called, “Let him go.”
“He violated your peace Richard.” Kory didn’t turning to acknowledge Dick’s presence. “He used deception to gain access to you.”
Tony was starting to go blue.
“Let him down Star.” Dick muttered reasonably, “Let his speak his piece.”
Tony coughed, gasping as Kory dropped him to the tarmac.
She ignored the breathless playboy and floated over the Dick. “Are you injured Richard?” Her hair floated around him, protective and possessive. “Is Timothy alright?”
“We’re ok Kor.” He whispered, leaning almost gratefully into her touch. Despite the many rocky years in their relationship, it felt so good to have her there. “How long has O had you watching out for us?”