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munninPicture Inspiration Meme!
Stolen from Glori and out of desire for inspiration. Check hers out here...
Rules:
1. Post a comment with picture (e.g. pretty people, pretty fanart, photo manipulations, ect.)
2. Any NSFW pictures should be LINKED not EMBEDDED and have a warning for the younger crowd and anyone else who may need the warning.
3. Write fic for a picture (only if you're inspired to).
4. Only one picture per comment, but multiple comments are allowed.
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Stolen from Glori and out of desire for inspiration. Check hers out here...
Rules:
1. Post a comment with picture (e.g. pretty people, pretty fanart, photo manipulations, ect.)
2. Any NSFW pictures should be LINKED not EMBEDDED and have a warning for the younger crowd and anyone else who may need the warning.
3. Write fic for a picture (only if you're inspired to).
4. Only one picture per comment, but multiple comments are allowed.
5.
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to get things started...
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Date: 2010-11-12 11:49 am (UTC)"So Dickie? See anything you like?"
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Date: 2010-11-06 04:47 am (UTC)Play the player
Date: 2010-11-06 02:20 pm (UTC)All it took was a well placed smile, a shy glance, a hand that drifted oh so casually across the young man’s lower back to draw the mark out, to lead him away from his over-protective butler.
Peter was sure this vapid millionaire’s son could link them back to the cyber-terrorist the bureau had dubbed ‘O’. Mossie was convinced O was a self-aware, independently intelligent being born in the sea of the internet but Neil was pretty sure that was just the anime talking.
“I’m a big fan of your charity work, Mr Grayson.” Neil let his eyelashes flutter, just a touch. No point over doing it yet.
“Please, call me Dick.” The playboy’s smile was warm and so sincere Neil almost felt sorry for him.
“Dick.” Neil breathed, letting the name roll off his tongue, letting Dick lead him to a secluded part of the garden, away from the rest of the party. “I’m Ben, Benjamin Cooper. I’m a...an personal assistance with the Paramount Industries.”
“First time at one of these charity galas, Ben?” Dick asked with open sweetness and Neil was tempted to hate him. He charmed people for a living but Grayson did it without even thinking.
“Am I that obvious?” Ben blushed so prettily and Neil let himself slide into the role.
“You look a little lost, but I’ll tell you a secret,” Dick leant in, licking his lips and he whispered in Neil’s ear. “Everyone here is.”
Neil, not Ben, fought back a shiver as Grayson’s breath ghosted across his skin.
Dick reached up to brush Neil’s fringe back from his face. “No-one really knows why they’re here. Everyone’s just hoping they can pretend to be someone important till they work out who they really are.”
“And who are you, really?” Neil found himself asking, licking his lips in a thoughtless, breathless moment.
Dick closed the gap, pressing his lips to Neil’s in a soft, undemanding kiss. “This is who I am. This and much more.”
It was a tease, a goad and Neil knew it but...
His phone vibrated in his pocket. “Excuse me.” He fumbled with it, making a show of be clumsy as much to cover his own embarrassment as fake Ben’s. It was Peter and the abort signal. Somehow the operation had floundered and it was time to leave. “My boss. I have to...I’ve gotta go.”
“I hope our paths cross again one day Ben.” Dick whispered, resting a warm, familiar hand on Neil’s arm.
“I...yes...ah...” Neil pulled himself away with an effort, feeling the young man’s eyes on him the whole way back to the party.
Dick grinned and touched his comm. “Get what you needed from the bureau, O?”
“That and more, flirt-wonder” O teased in his ear. “I might make a tidy profit on the footage of you kissing that pretty boy on the side too.”
“Hey? Do I get a cut of this profit or am I just a victim in this?”
“Have I ever hocked hot surveillance footage without dealing you a slice, Starwing?”
“I’m going to say the words ‘green satin slip’...”
“Swore to god, I don’t know how Roy got that footage!”
“Liar.” Dick smirked. “Tell the boss I’m going out on patrol.”
“Will do. Don’t have too much fun.”
Dick licked his lips, chasing the lingering scent of Neil’s cologne. “Maybe later...”
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Date: 2010-11-06 04:49 am (UTC)Building-gasm
Date: 2010-11-06 11:07 am (UTC)“Be still my beating heart.” Steph muttered under her breath, hanging out the window of the van as Dick pulled up.
“Oh baby!” Dick echoed, leaning into the steering wheel to look up at the building. “You sure this is it baby bird?”
“Absolutely.” Tim answered, climbing out to meet the Art Centre’s director, Simon.
“Hey Tim, it’s great to finally meet you.” The ageing hippy held his hand out, his long greying hair falling into his face. “I see your siblings are impressed with our new digs?”
The other Robins stood staring up at the building. Even Damian had his mouth open, licking his lips with unabashed admiration.
Tim smiled, “We’re all climbers, Mr Tobin. Your building has a certain... appeal.”
“Please, call me Simon.” The director shook his head and laughed as Dick rocked on his heels, completely distracted by the building. “Well? So why are any of you still standing here? Go.”
A grin broke Dick’s face but he hesitated. “Are you sure you don’t mind?”
Simon laughed and waved a weathered hand at them. “GO!”
“Last one to the top gets the bottom bunk!” Steph yelled, shaking off her boots and bolting towards base of the building, her brothers in tow.
Alfred wandered up to stand beside Simon, his hands folded as he watched his charges scale the walls. “You have made their day, Mr Tobin.”
Simon laughed again, feeling younger just watching the Robins play. “Nope, they’ve made mine. I’m just glad someone appreciates our architecture to the full.”
From the top of the building, Dick’s laugher rang out like a bell. This was gunna be a good gig.
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Date: 2010-11-06 04:50 am (UTC)Band!AU, straight after Black Orchid...
Date: 2010-11-06 01:03 pm (UTC)Her own room...
Steph sat on the floor, her back to the door as she contemplated this corundum.
This was her room...
Not one she had to share with any of the boys... not unless she wanted to...
Her room.
Her wardrobe... that she could put stuff in...
Hotel wardrobes never had stuff. Her stuff lived in her bag so she could grab it again in the morning. Even Alfred never hung stuff in wardrobes. If he pressed something, he’s hung it on a door or a hook or somewhere it could be seen, that way nothing got left behind but...
Dick stuck his head around the door and spotted her sitting on the floor. “You ok Princess?” He asked, crouching to check on the cut on her forehead.
“Wardrobe.” She muttered, batting his hand away from the cut. It was barely a graze, nothing compared to what Tim and Jay when through.
“The wardrobe’s freaking you out?” Dick asked, softly cupping her face, forcing her to focus.
Slowly she pulled herself back together and looked at him. Dick was a wreck, dark bags under his eyes after more than a week running in empty. They got Tim back but... they were a long way from good and Dick knew it. Tim’s recover was going to take...as long as it took. “We’re gunna be here a while aren’t we?”
He sat down beside her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “O said the place is ours and...I think we’re better off hanging around for a while. At least till Tim gets a little stronger...”
She nodded, if nothing else- to stop him talking. The thought of how long Tim would need to recover from this scared the hell out of her. “It’s just... wardrobe, you know?”
He gave a humourless little laugh and kissed the top of her head. “Yeah, I get it.” He hugged her for a moment before getting up to pull her favourite boots out of her bag. He placed them, with great ceremony, in the bottom of the wardrobe. “Wardrobe.” He announced like the proclamation of law.
Steph grinned and grabbed her bag, upending it all over the rug. “Floordrobe.” She announced, just as seriously.
He grabbed her and pulled her into a hug. “Your room, your rules.”
She flopped down on the bed with a sigh.
Right, now the walls need decorating!
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Date: 2010-11-06 04:50 am (UTC)I'm posting Clint Eastwood Batman. I wish he had less stubble.
http://i567.photobucket.com/albums/ss114/agentava/various/bmrbw_cv4_var-copy.jpg
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Date: 2010-11-11 04:27 am (UTC)*runs off to write it*
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Date: 2010-11-06 04:52 am (UTC)And on this, going to bed. I'll play once awake!
Spoilers for Red Hood: Lost Days #6
Date: 2010-11-06 02:15 pm (UTC)The car took off to places unknown, though, Jason was sure he'd be meeting with Talia once the car stopped at its destination, if the pile of clothes in the seat next to him were any sort of indication. He pulled off his mask, tossing it aside.
He failed to kill the Joker, this time. He knew that it was selfish to keep that sick clown alive, just because he needed Bruce to be there, but Jason shoved that guilt away, like any other guilt that ever crept up on him nowadays.
With it gone, Jason started to changed to look slightly more presentable for Talia. After all, he had good news to tell her; he no longer planned to kill her 'beloved.' Jason looked forward to the smile that would bring to her lips.
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Date: 2010-11-06 04:54 am (UTC)But a really big pic, apparently. Sorry!
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Date: 2010-11-06 09:20 am (UTC)Not at all, just for that – you get first shot.
Date: 2010-11-06 10:28 am (UTC)Jay’s leather jacket still reeked of smoke and spilt bourbon and bar fights. Chicago was hard on Jay, every time. They tried to work around it, to fix the tour so they bypass or got through it quick but Jay protested. Said it was his problem and they shouldn’t have to deal with it...
But they did.
Alfred patched him up, had aspirin and water waiting, had a cooked breakfast and orange juice on hand in the morning and quietly repaired his torn clothes.
Dick worried; sitting up every night till Jay came home. He lingered by the window with his phone in hand, hoping Jay would call for back up or a ride.
Steph tried to keep things light, tried to cheer them up and keep Dick from brooding, co-oping Tim into distracting their older brother.
Damian withdrew, keeping to the corners and the shadows, keeping to himself, his dark eyes tracking each and every exchange.
Tim just waited, nursing his coffee as the sun came up.
“Still up babybird?” Jay whispered, leaning in the kiss Tim’s throat. His breath was fresh and clean and smelt of toothpaste, despite his otherwise dishevelled look.
Tim shrugged, tilting his head to give Jay access to his skin. “I was up early to train anyway.”
“Running hot Timmy?” Jay purred in his ear.
Tim gave another little half shrug, not bothering to suppress the little shiver that Jay’s kiss set off. “What is it about this city, Jay?”
Jay sighed and leaned back, his hand settling on his younger brother’s shoulders. “Too much like Gotham and not enough. Too much...” he shook himself and pushed away, pacing the small space. “It’ll never be home.”
Tim put his coffee down slowly and turned to watch his brother. “Home is where we are, all of us, together.”
Jay shook his head with a wry smile and crossed the balcony, cupping the back of Tim’s neck to drag him in for a deep hungry kiss. “Come to bed with me babybird.”
Tim felt the need in Jay’s touch, the underlying hurt that seemed to consume his brother whenever they were here. “Gladly.” He smiled, leaning in as Jay wrapped him in a deep hug.
After all, what wouldn’t they for each other?
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Date: 2010-11-06 03:10 pm (UTC)Hope it's not to late to post
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Date: 2010-11-07 05:58 am (UTC)http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h282/CountessBlackRose/DickandJason.jpg
Please enjoy and write away.
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