DC Flash Fiction Community

Fri, 17 Aug 2007 21:19:24 GMT

Title: Outside Noise.
Fandom:
Writer: dynasty_fic
Disclaimer: Don’t own them. Do imagine them wrecking Sunderland City Central whenever I pass the bus station. Don’t ask.
Spoilers: Spoilers for “Destroyer” and pretty much the entire rest of the series.
Pairing/Characters: Wally West, J’onn Jonzz, minor canons, amongst others.
Rating: PG
Summary: A mission takes Wally to China, and things become more complicated than he wanted them to be when villains that don’t belong there start appearing. Oh, and then there’s J’onn. [Futurefic. Set post “Destroyer”.]
Author's Note: This was supposed to be a drabble. As you can tell, my drabbles rarely work. Will continue, eventually. Will get a bit angsty, too.

Fake… Link? Whatever: “Please remove yourself from all the cultural heritage.”

Challenge!

Sun, 08 Jul 2007 02:37:42 GMT

Yes, I'm *still* alive! And hoping that the bizarre, disturbing pattern of posting a challenge here and almost immediately needing to gafiate doesn't continue! Um.

This challenge comes from our own dear petronelle (though Gloss surely did help):

The AKA Challenge

We've a fandom full of identities, secret identities, and cover identities. I say we *play* with those bad boys.

What happens when John Jones and Mr. Sarcastic meet for coffee?

How about Helena Bertinelli and Pete the Penman?

Hey, you know these people -- and all the people inside them -- as well as I do. Get *busy*.

I Love You, But... (Big Barda/Mr. Miracle)

Thu, 24 May 2007 03:56:53 GMT

Title: I Love You, But...
Fandom: DC
Characters: Big Barda/Mr. Miracle
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Summary: Every couple has their issues.
Author's Note: I'm trying some 100-word drabbles on the Frees. Scott and Barda are one of my most favorite 'background' couples. They're up there with the Dibnys in terms of canon OTP status and, realy, there's so little fic about them. It's a shame.

Fic: Time Management, Pre-Young Justice, Tim/Kon, PG, 1/1

Sat, 17 Feb 2007 05:24:12 GMT

Title: Time Management
Author: Amarin Rose
Pairing: Tim/Kon
Summary: It doesn’t matter that Superboy’s visit was a surprise; Robin still has plans for him…later.
Notes: Based on this picture by glockgal. Also, set in that nebulous time before Kon was Kon-El.

It was the price of having a friend.

A Thousand Words: Terms of Psychic Warfare (Jason/Tim, adult)

Tue, 06 Feb 2007 21:44:38 GMT

Title: Terms of Psychic Warfare
Pairing: Jason/Tim; Batman/Robin mentioned
Rating: Adult
Spoilers/timeline: Early OYL for both ROBIN and NIGHTWING.
Summary: "You occupied my space and you occupied your mind."
Disclaimer: DC, not me.
Inspiration: Jason (NSFW) by kahneerovix.

Link: Jason is wearing an old Robin suit, less garish than the one he wore when he attacked the Tower. The tunic is half-unlaced, the mask puckering as he frowns. "Fuck, thought you'd never get here."

Fic: Take Me In Your Arms, Teen Titans, Tim/Kon, PG, 1/1

Sun, 17 Dec 2006 19:18:54 GMT

Title: Take Me In Your Arms
Author: Amarin Rose
Pairing: Tim/Kon
Rating: PG
Summary: Instead of hiding out in Kansas, Kon comes back to the Tower in time to save Tim from Jason.

Notes: Based on the fan comic Tim Vs. Jason – Rescue by ratmel

He looked nothing like Conner Kent, and every inch like Superboy.

Greetings and a Challenge

Sat, 09 Dec 2006 21:09:24 GMT

Hullo, gang. I was looking for some good DC fic, and I seem to have stumbled across the right place. :-) Looking forward to diving in!

While I'm here, I figure I might as well post this challenge idea that's been going around in my brain the last couple days. Not sure if anyone else here is a JSA fan, but anyway, here goes.

You've probably seen those MicroHeroes icons that seem to be popping up all over the place? Well, at www.comicboards.com/jsa , right before you get to the posts, they have 8 randomly-selected MicroHeroes of various JSAers and other Golden Age heroes. Each time you reload, it's a different 8. The combinations can get quite interesting.

Okay, now the challenge, simply, is this: Take whatever 8 heroes you're given, and write a story. Any style, any continuity, any rating, any genre. But don't cheat and reload the page until you get a lineup you want. Play the hand you're dealt. :-)

Have fun!
Tim

Fic: Child's Play, Young Justice, Gen, PG, 1-6/6

Thu, 16 Nov 2006 04:27:36 GMT

Title: Child’s Play
Author: Amarin Rose
Rating: PG/PG-13
Summary: Small moments of the members of Young Justice having fun, and just being kids. Watch as Impulse discovers Calvinball, Tim contemplates his sanity and joins the Galactic Rave, Anita takes revenge, and everyone gets turned into animals. Now with added kittens!
Notes: Chapter 5 is the one that fulfills the challenge. It was inspired by this picture by ceesoo.

Child's Play

A Thousand Words: But These My Joints (Spoiler, PG)

Tue, 14 Nov 2006 14:37:40 GMT

Title: But These My Joints
Author: rubynye
Rating: PG, mostly for cursing
Summary: Steph's gonna make her sorry she ever tried to take down Robin.
Pairing: Robin/Spoiler (Steph/Tim)
Warnings/Features: smidge of het, smidge of bad language.
Beta Reader and Semicolon Controller: sister_wolf
Disclaimer: These characters belong to DC Comics, not to me.
Based On: this piece of art by _audrey

Thanks, thete1, for the nifty challenge!

(#%^@^&!)

from dc fanart story challenge

Wed, 18 Oct 2006 15:07:39 GMT

You remember this, right?
many thanks to slodwick for this art, long ago. i remember when it was first posted and it's still ho-ot.

Wrote a story 'bout it, like to hear it, here it go.

Title: Who We Are
Rated: R for questionable content
Disclaimer: ...criminals are a superstitious and cowardly lot. me, i'm just borrowing.
Characters/Pairings: Tim/Jason/Dick, Tim/Dick, Tim/Jason, implied Bruce/Jason

“I do things to induce dreams of meeting you. I've done things. They aren't the kind of invocations you read about, so many of those are just to bring back memories, and they work like tear gas works. If you build up enough tolerance, over time, you don't remember how to choke anymore. I never had a chance to do that. Usually, he just shoves the rebreather over my face. And keeps swinging.”

“Yeah, the first time he did that,” he said, throwing his arm back behind his head, slid his body down mine and under the sheet, “there was a fire, and I cried a little, the tears they just popped out of my head. And I said 'I love you' to him for the first time.” He slipped a little further down, brought the other arm out to clasp his hands behind his neck, against my chest. “Course, he couldn't hear me. Just like when you die, he's always too busy saving your life to listen.”

“Jason, I think about you all the time. Thought.” There's more I want to ask him, but I whisper because I don't want to wake Dick. I don't want to make him jealous? I'm scared he'll think I don't trust him, that I want to cross-reference all his stories against the archive. The archive, I still think of him like that with a pool of sweat above his tailbone, pressing that spot against my hips for the second time tonight.

Dick stirs a little, but he's a rock. Pertinence mechanisms: he wakes up for his name, for a woman's voice (figures), for Jason's name, for breakfast meats (before Alfred scolds him by letting them burn) and the sound inside a lock when you turn a key. Thieves worth waking for have keys, he warned me. They've already been inside. They've already held it in their hands, slid their top lip along its edge, what they want. The ones who break a window are amateurs, let Alfred handle it and go back to dreaming. The best ones always get interrupted.

“What do you dream about, Robin?”

*~*~*

It was nearly a week ago, he asked me. Called me a cat (had to be the way I moved along his body and kept my balance-- sure I didn't have family in the circus?) and nipped at my ear while we waited on the rooftop. It's not that he never asked me what I wanted, he's always been good at getting information out of me. He acts on intelligence. He's that kind of agent, better at the takedown than the trap. It's just that he'd never asked like that before.

“There's a difference,” I parried, “between the dreams you have and the dreams you talk about. I can't answer that question honestly, it's categorically impossible.”

“He has you reading Freud, right? I thought Cain turned him off to all that--”

“I used to dream about you,” I deflected. The wind picked up. He crouched even closer to me so my cape wouldn't block his view. No one had gone into the warehouse in an hour. All the cars that had shown up had left the lot, and new ones were coming to take everyone home.

“You mean you stopped?” Disarmed. He's blushing, but nowhere you can see, even if he took the mask off. He's bringing his guard back up on his strong side.

“I figured out some... most things, about you and him, while I was sleeping,” I said, and he knew he should have put up a guard on the weak side. Out of practice. “Not enough time during the day, plus school, so I just started to schedule detective work later and later.”

Dick's technique is flashy, like the Western styles. He didn't have to fight Shiva. You don't try to hide the fact that you're telegraphing your moves by making more moves. It saves strength, because stealth is hard, but you have to learn stealth when you don't have as much strength. Maybe that's why I always know which mornings I'm going back to his place after we patrol. Maybe that's why I always ask if that's where we're going, just because I like being right. I like being right.

“You didn't answer my question,” he said. Recovery. Short refractory period? High-impact training. Acrobats. He put an arm around me but he held the digicam; he wanted pictures of license plates.

“Got me there.” I'm flailing. Flashy works for me, too, right? Wild gestures create the illusion that I'm not that much smaller.

“Not gonna work. You've already answered, once you concede that you're in an interrogation,” he held a little tighter, not just because he had to adjust the zoom but because the Nomex makes a sound when your armor grinds against a cape, he's always told me. I suppose you can only hear it from the grinding side. I wonder if only adult bats can hear it? A car door opens while lights start to go out in the warehouse. I have my grapple out just in time.

*~*~*

Jason laughs at Dick's snore. It's been six days since we busted that coke deal, since I admitted to myself that I was in one of those archives again every night. The dreams are always like that when I'm close, when the answer is just in a long box somewhere and I have to keep walking around until I find it. It's so much better than scouring the city, asking the police my own questions without letting him know what I'm doing, sneaking a peek under the cowl to see if he can tell I'm onto something. I know he knows, sort of, but he always tells me if he wants me to stop pursuing something. How are you supposed to become a detective if you have to stop everything halfway? When am I going to be ready?

“He's just like I remember,” Jason says, and he's not happy. “Is he good to you?”

“You were there. Looks like he was pretty good to you,” I said. It was sweet, the way they opened up to me, like I would be so humble to come into their clubhouse and play with the big kids, that I hadn't just stumbled onto this secret, sticky, hungry place they kept to themselves and, somehow, they had meant for me to find it. Like Dick knew he was alive again and was just waiting for me to figure it out. I wouldn't hold it against him. But at the same time, this was the first time we'd all been together, and I knew it wouldn't be the last, and I didn't know what that meant, and it made me hard like nothing but an unsolvable mystery does.

Now I know why Dick draws away at the end of a kiss. Now I know why he holds me so tight when he comes, and why he asks if it's okay every time before we even get started. Sometimes I'm just taking off my boots and he says, 'You don't have to do anything, we can just sleep,' and I look at him like I don't have a mask on and he should be able to tell what my ass is saying by looking at my face. As soon as I figure out how to make that face, with the mask on, I can be Batman.

“What are you thinking?” Jason asks. He's a metahuman. He's impenetrable. Well. He's like Dick, in the way that he's the complete opposite. He's opaque, in a way that means everything you want to know about him is on his surface. Surfaces. Some are under his clothes, under the sheet, lying with each of his flanks sweating against each of my legs, now. He sweats on his surfaces, he breaks, he cries out when he likes something and tells you to do it harder, he's a great sparring partner. Responsive. I suppose Jason must have more surfaces on the inside, the way they moved around me I couldn't deny it. All his surfaces move. Plate tectonics. No. Dick is tectonic: volcanic, pressurized. I'm never going to figure out which one I am, now.

“I'm confused,” I tell him. “I never really had to think about who Robin was, because he was the only one I knew. So I knew what I wanted to be like. I used to be able to say, if I was taking a tack Dick would never, I was just emulating you. But now you're real. You can tell me I'm doing it wrong.” Honesty. Disarming?

“You get confused? He says,” he says, kneeing Dick in the back a little. Still sleep. “He says you know everything. He calls you--”

“It's a term of endearment,” I start. No disarmament possible. Mutually assured destruction. Abort, abort.

“Freakboy is a term of endearment? How long was I dead?”

“It is,” I say in The Voice. It works on the Titans. I know he knows that, he has to respect it.

“Says you. I don't believe you get confused. I think you just want to flatter me,” he says. Half true. He's broken down my defenses. “I think you're the real Robin, anyway, I mean, you're the only one who'll fit into the costume. Does he really have it in a case?”

“Yes.”

He's smiling. I don't know if he's happy, but I wish.

“So what do you mean, doing it wrong? You didn't do anything wrong tonight, seriously, you're... well, he's lucky to have you as a partner.”

“We don't.” I don't think Jason Todd is a liar, but I can't honestly believe he'd think that about Bruce and me. About me, maybe, the way I touch Dick it's pretty obvious that mine is the heroic type, but about Bruce?

“What? You're not serious.” He turns around, putting his arms down and pulling up from the sheet enough to expose a little below the navel. It's the beginning of a gorgeous place and there's even a trail of hairs to tell you where to go. I follow clues. I'm good at this.

“Never. Of course not, not after you. Jason... I'm sorry. Did you want to know? Does that make this different?” There is always a solution. Someone is always guilty. If it's me, even better. I can catch myself. I'm good at this. That's why it makes me hard; there's always a solution, but it's better to work for it.

“No, no, you jump to conclusions. That's bad form, you have to follow something through all its implications,” he says, and I realize he speaks my language. He invented it. He taught me everything I know. “I'm flattered. Not enough to, you know, talk to him or see him again or anything, but it makes me like you more.”

“You guys,” Dick slaps him ineffectually from behind. “If you want to go at it again without me, fine.”

Challenge!

Fri, 06 Oct 2006 21:27:05 GMT

... yeah, it's been a while. Your point?

I've been a bit down lately, and one of the things I do to cheer myself right up is to peruse fanart I've adored. I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one who does this, and so, to that end...

A Thousand Words

Granted, there's all sorts of fanart in this fandom which is already based on/meant to illustrate various works of fan-fiction, but I can't be the only one who has looked at a piece of fanart meant for me and wanted to write a whole different story.

So why don't you, hmm? Or put a story to something which has never had one, and really ought to. Like, really.

Looking for references? Start at comics_fanart and go from there.

And, you know, fanartists... now's an excellent time to try a remix or two. And to pimp your stuff *wildly*. I know there's a few of you who've wanted writers to do things with some of your art -- why not link those pics here? :D

ETA: red_eft wants us to know that her art can all be found here *pins gold star on Red for the pimping*

darkj3 has her art here!

Audz is here!

Fic: Beyond, Teen Titans OYL, Tim/Kon, PG, 2/2

Wed, 16 Aug 2006 05:15:36 GMT

Title: Beyond
Author: Amarin Rose
Rating: PG
Pairing: Tim/Kon
Summary: Not quite one year later, while Tim tries (unsuccessfully) to clone Kon back to life, there’s an unexpected someone else who’s going to give him a little (successful) help. No matter what the cost…
Notes: AU for sometime during OYL. Completely ignores current Titans canon.
Notes 2: While Chapter 2 comes chronologically after Chapter 1, this chapter was written as more of a prequel to Chapter 2, than Chapter 2 was written as a sequel to it. It would make more sense to read Chapter 2 first. :-)
Notes 3: This qualifies as LKBF because I pulled a literal Deus Ex Machina to fix things here, plus I brought back a character that technically doesn't exist anymore. I usually don't write this self-fulfillment bunnies, but, in my defense, I miss Kon, and I'm not the only one.

Chapter 1: Guardian Angel

Chapter 2: A Heart's Helping Hand

Batman: Test Patterns

Fri, 23 Jun 2006 16:41:17 GMT

Title: Test Patterns
Fandom: Batman (comics)
Character: Batman
Prompt: philosophy_20 prompt #4 inertia
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Bruce Wayne gives himself a full physical.
A/N: This is an older story I reworked a little for the challenge prompt. Apologies to those who have already read this.

Test Patterns

Fic: More Than Words Could Say, Batverse (AU), Steph/Cass, PG-13, 1/1

Sun, 18 Jun 2006 02:11:34 GMT

Title: More Than Words Could Say
Author: Amarin Rose
Pairing: Steph/Cass (mentioned Tim/Steph and Tim/Kon)
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Steph teaches Cass to talk, and learns some things herself along the way from friendship to more.
Notes: AU for most of Steph's storyline. By which I mean that she keeps her baby, doesn't die, and things just evolve from there. I wouldn't really consider this Lord Kid Bad Fic, except for the fact that not only did I perform a Duex Ex Machina, but I basically rewrote canon to make myself happy. The opposite of a Mary Sue, or something.

When Steph and Cass first met, they didn’t talk much.

Batfic--With Benefits (Pg-13)

Wed, 29 Mar 2006 07:48:07 GMT

Title: With Benefits
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Tim deals with being a vigilante like all good, little boys. Except for the part where he totally doesn't.
Pairings: Robin/Various (slash)
Setting: Tentatively set after Identity Crisis, but any stressful event in Tim's career (post-YJ) will do.
Notes: Sort of for the Lord King Bad Fic Challenge because I adore protective older brother Dick and bombshell Timmy. But mostly it was inspired by a t-shirt at the mall. Words of promiscuous wisdom: "Be nice to your brother. His friends might be hot."

It wasn't easy, being a vigilante. Dick knew that as well as the next guy prowling rooftops by night. And it was only logical that, over time, there would be certain techniques developed to deal with the many pains of defending justice.

So, naturally, Tim wasn't the first vigilante to drown his sorrows in a week long sex fest. Hell, he wasn't the first vigilante in Gotham to think up that little trick. But he was the first vigilante Dick knew of to unapologetically sleep with every crime fighter either of them had ever worked with.

Superboy, of course, was the logical starting point. It hadn't been all that surprising to find them making use of the Titan's supply closet. Dick had half-expected something of the sort, given how close the two were. And anything Kon and Tim were involved in naturally became of interest to Kid Flash...

That really should have been enough to keep the kid busy for days! A speedster and a part-Kryptonian clone? Even if Superboy tired out there was no way Tim could outlast Wally's little cousin.

Except apparently he had. Or, most likely, he bested a speedster-sized attention span.

Which, it seemed, was where Gar took over. And maybe Dick could forgive him a little. It wasn't easy being green and all that.

But really! Roy, at least, should have known better. It was almost criminal, doing something like that with your best friend's little brother. And he didn't even want to think about how Garth factored into the whole thing...

"Are you still sulking?" Tim demanded. "I said I was sorry."

"Forgive me for being concerned that my little bro was apparently able to lure the entire superhero community into bed with him," Dick snapped.

"It wasn't the entire superhero community." Tim replied, hotly. "It's not going to be, either."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah." Tim stuck his tongue out. "How's it feel to be the only superhero on earth not to get laid?"

Some days Dick really wished he was an only bat-ward.

LKBF: Aspire to Touch the Sky

Fri, 03 Feb 2006 16:50:42 GMT

Title: Aspire to Touch the Sky
Pairing: Bruce/Diana.
Words: 13513 (that's a lot)
Spoilers/Setting: JLU if JLU had happened differently.
Warnings: Het. Slash. Language. Violence. It's Lord King Bad Fic, the warnings could fill a post of their own.
Indebted to: maelithil for Greek picking and beta, jamjar for betaing the heck out of this sucker, and believe me, it had plenty of heck, and rubynye for sending me to the Sappho when I was ready to chuck my computer out a window. You'd have thought it would be obvious, but no.

Aspire to Touch the Sky

Princess of Lost Island of Women to wed in First Diplomatic Marriage of Twentieth Century
Classicists Stunned; Distraught

Clark Kent, Foreign Affairs

The residents of the Blüdhaven retirement home didn't care that their rescuer came from an age of myth; they were just glad she was able to reach the fourth floor where the firemen could not. But when she flew through the smoke with Mrs. Kelly in her arms, the cameras were waiting. With the dramatic arrival of Diana, who some are calling "Wonder Woman," the island of Themyscira rejoined the modern world. Talks between the Amazon Nation and Washington in the last week have been kept quiet, but a source close to the White House suggests a surprising announcement may be forthcoming-- [Continued on A4]

Fic: Funny, You Don't Look Like a Vigilante (G)

Fri, 03 Feb 2006 05:37:22 GMT

D'you know what's sad? This isn't even the original crackfic I set out to write. This is just the crack vignette I couldn't resist writing. The other crackfic is still in bits and pieces.

This is a different kind of Lord King Bad Fic than other folks have posted, but I don't think you'll be able to deny that it qualifies...

TITLE: Funny, You Don't *Look* Like a Vigilante
CATEGORY: Crack. Pure and unadulterated by anything approaching a plot.
SUMMARY: "You're such a nice boy," Bubbe Rose said.
CONTINUITY: AU. Oh-so-very-AU.
NOTES: I...there's really no excuse for this, but I'm going to blame it on chevauchee anyway, for putting this idea in my head. And mtgat for pointing me to the site that started the whole thing.

* * * * *

"You're such a nice boy," Bubbe Rose said, patting Tim's cheek.

He grinned, leaning back in the overstuffed chair. "I hear a 'but' coming."

"But you never call, you never write." Tim's grandmother pushed the plate of Entenmann's chocolate chip cookies closer to him. "And you're still dating that shiksa."

"Bubbe..."

"Stephanie, she seems very *nice* for a shiksa, mind you. But what about Melba Goldberg's granddaughter?"

Tim shuddered. "She has the brains of a flea."

"Hmm, you're right." Frowning, Bubbe sipped her tea. "Then I'll look for someone else."

"No!" When she raised her eyebrows at him, he took a deep breath and moderated his tone. "Please don't. I know you mean well, but even if you found the perfect girl, I don't have a lot of time for a girlfriend. Steph and I barely see each other these days."

"Ah!" She put up a wrinkled finger. "That reminds me: When are you going to stop running around Gotham in that silly costume?"

Tim spit tea all over himself. "Wha--?"

As she patted him with a towel, Bubbe shook her head. "You think I didn't figure out immediately that you're Robin? With your mother, olav ha'shalom, gone, it's my responsibility to keep an eye on you. It's not my fault she married that idiot Jack Drake, who was such a bad influence on her."

Tim dabbed at his pants, sensibly ignoring the last statement. "I...Bubbe, I can't stop. What I do is too important. Please, don't tell my dad."

Smiling gently, Bubbe patted his cheek. "Of course I won't tell him. It's just that I worry about you."

"I know." Tim took another deep breath. "But how did you know?"

Bubbe sniffed as she picked up a cookie. "Where do you think you got your brains from anyway, bubelah? From your father's side of the family? Feh."

--end--

Final author's note: I really wanted to end this story with Bubbe expressing concern that people were going to call Tim "Faygele" but I realized that 1 in a 100 of my readers would get the double language pun.

::coughs nervously:: "Faygele" is Yiddish slang for homosexual. Literally it, uh, it means "little bird."

Oh god, I'm so ashamed.

Past the Morning Star (Batman/Robin, NC-17, challengefic)

Fri, 27 Jan 2006 14:10:19 GMT

For the Lord King Bad Fanfic Challenge. Reason: Sheer disgraceful wrongness.

Title: Past the Morning Star
Author: rubynye
Rating: NC-17. Slightly kinky.
Pairing: Batman/Robin I (Bruce/Dick)
Summary: "Your birthday, Robin."
Based On: maelithil's photoessay, specifically this picture. Despite that, this isn't pre-[last]Crisis.
( "You'll need to be well-rested tomorrow," Bruce said.)

Fic: Enough To Hope, Batman, Bruce/Jason, PG-13, 1/1

Mon, 23 Jan 2006 22:50:09 GMT

Title: Enough To Hope
Author: Amarin Rose
Pairing: Bruce/Jason
Rating: PG-15
Summary: Red Hood and Batman are still at odds. Can Jason and Bruce ever get back the relationship they once had? No, but in a city without hope, maybe there’s enough left for them to try for something more than what they have…
Notes: Jason isn’t evil, he’s just misunderstood! Written for the Lord King Bad Fic Challenge, wherein I try not to let my shameless need for a happy ending override my characterization. And probably do not suceed… :P

There are some lines even Red Hood won’t cross, and this is one of them: Crime Alley is off-limits for crime.

Girls and their toys (Stargirl, PG)

Mon, 23 Jan 2006 06:05:47 GMT

For the Lord King Bad fanfic Challenge, which appears to be calling for ficlets about pet theories we hold near and dear to our fannish hearts.

Title: Girls and their toys
Author: jarodrussell
Rating: PG. No, really.
Summary: Stargirl teaches the JSA a small lesson.
Note: Inspired by __marcelo's fic.

They were fighting again. Pat Dugan, Michael Holt, Carter Hall, and, yes, even Jay Garrick were arguing over designs of the latest version of the JSA's space ship. She didn't mind them aguing, it meant they were less likely to nose around and disturb her afternoon. The problem was, they were arguing over the stupidest crap.

They were supposed to be the smart ones, the engineers, the scientists, the alien astronauts. They were supposed to be able to solve this stuff. It was what heroes did, right? Apparently not.

"A kryptonite reactor would--"

"No, an Nth Metal system would allow better--"

"If we incorporate Johnny Quick's--"

"I've been going through some of the Justice League's--"

Courtney stormed past them, trying to ignore their questioning looks. Pat was about to stand up and get all fatherly. She hunched her shoulders futher, darkened her scowl and kept on moving toward the wall-sized monitor. Enough was e-freaking-nough.

She stepped up to the keyboard, and propper her Cosmic Rod against the console. The system was already logged with Mr. Terriffic's account, so access wouldn't be a problem.

"Uh, Courtney," Jay asked in an unsure tone.

Courtney's right hand was guiding the pointer around with trackball, but her left hand was free. She snapped her left fist up, and raised her pointer finger. Beyond that small communication, she ignored the other four until her guided pointer fell upon the desired file.

"Here," she said. She tapped the left button on the trackball, and an application associated with the filetype launched. It took a moment, but with the JSA's computer even a large, heavy program like CAD software didn't take too long to load. "Cosmic Energy," she explained.

Courtney turned around and looked at the three JSA members and Pat. "Ted Knight left us with his best stuff, and you're arguing between Nth Metal and Kryptonite?." Blond locks waved back-and-forth as she shook her head, and Courtney finalized her disgust by placing both fists on her hips. "Jeez, you guys!"

Jay, Pat, Michael, and Carter all looked between each other. Pat scratched the back of his head, and Jay adjusted his helmet. Michael snorted slightly, smiling slight. It was Carter who finally, sullenly spoke.

"Yeah," he said, "I guess that would work."

What to do with the things in your hard drive. (Batman, PG)

Mon, 23 Jan 2006 05:04:11 GMT

For the Lord King Bad Fanfic Challenge.

Title: What to do with the things in your hard drive.
Author: __marcelo
Rating: PG. No, really.
Summary: It's canon that Bruce Wayne isn't actually stupid, right?
Warnings: Probably an ounce of hotness, unless you have my particular kinks. Then this is NC-17.

Note: Damn. I'd *never* post this outside this challenge. But I've dreamed about it since forever.

( It was a combination of things. )

Wonders to Perform (Various Robins, R)

Sun, 22 Jan 2006 19:05:40 GMT

For the Lord King Bad Fanfic Challenge. Reason: see the end of the story.

Title: Wonders to Perform
Author: rubynye
Rating: R
Summary: A tree grows in Gotham, and Robins fly through her branches.
Pairings: Robins/assorted
Warnings: het, slash, femslash, OCs, character death.
Thanks to: petronelle for audiencing and vassilissa for beta reading.
Disclaimer: Some of these characters are mine. The ones you knew before reading the story aren't.
Title From: "Light Shining Out of Darkness" by William Cowper

(I was born and raised in Gotham, and you know how Gotham is.)

In My Sky (Superman/Robin I, NC-17, PWP)

Wed, 18 Jan 2006 14:36:44 GMT

For the Lord King Bad Fanfic Challenge.Reason: Sheer gratuitousness.
Title: In My Sky
Author: rubynye
Pairing: Superman/Robin (Clark/Dick)
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers/based on: nothing, really. At all.
( Besides, considering his guardian, Dick can probably use the hug.).

Wed, 18 Jan 2006 08:49:52 GMT

Title: Substitutes
Author: Moontyger
Pairing: Batman/Robin (Bruce/Tim)and yes, it matters that it is written this way. Also mention of several others.
Summary: In which there is much angst, mention of lots of dysfunctional sex, and Tim wears cat ears. Adult.
Notes: This is my "Lord King Bad" story for the January 2006 challenge. Emo!Tim and cat ears, what more can I say?

Tim wakes suddenly, shaking, to wet sheets and an ache in his heart. The dream had seemed so real! Bruce...

He remembered the first time, after his first night out in Gotham as Robin. He was so keyed up afterwards, so high on adrenaline he knew he was never going to get to sleep. He looked at Batman and wanted to say something, something about how wonderful it had been, but words would cheapen the experience while never really expressing it. So he just looked, and then he moved towards him and he felt Batman's mouth hot and hard on his.

He never once thought of saying no, not when he felt Batman's mouth on his cock nor when he slid inside him, slick and hot and hard. Not even when the name Batman cried out was “Robin” instead of “Tim.” After all, he'd worked hard for the right to call that name his; even if he wasn't sure he'd ever really be good enough to deserve it.

Tim could have stopped it, after. He could have said no and just let it be that one time. But he didn't and it wasn't. When he thought about it later, he knew they were both using each other, both really wanting someone else they could never have. Bruce wanted Jason and Tim wanted Dick and instead they had each other, almost right but not quite.

But now, now it had been a long time. He was in Blüdhaven, not Gotham, because he'd told Bruce that he didn't want to see him. Sometimes, that was even true. Just not right now, when he feels so alone and unready to be on his own, a bird shoved out of the nest too soon and falling rather than flying.

Bruce had sent Cass to Tim, and the idea made him bitter. What was she supposed to be, another substitute, Batgirl instead of Batman, once again almost right but not quite? And then he knew and it was almost worse. Cass was meant to be a substitute for Steph, the girl he had loved and who actually loved him in return. The girl Bruce had gotten killed through his own carelessness.

Cass had loved her, too, and he supposed it would be easy enough for them to find comfort in the warmth and need of each other, the fact that they were both still alive and hurting. Neither of them had made a move to do it, though, and he wasn't really sure why. Maybe he was just through fooling himself and wanted something real, to be with someone who loved and wanted him, Tim Drake, rather than someone else. He almost laughs at the idea. He is Robin and if all the deaths lately have taught him anything, it's that he can't afford to have something real.

He had known, of course, about Cass and Steph. Few were as perceptive or knew so much about their teammates and friends as Tim. He knew, and they probably knew he knew, but it hadn't really bothered anyone involved. He had had Bruce, after all, and it didn't make him love her any less.

And later, when he had quit and Steph had been Robin, he suspected that she had been with Bruce, too, and he accepted that as well, or at least tried to. It was part of being Robin; had been for every Robin but Dick, the one who probably wanted and needed it the most. Tim didn't think Bruce had been intentionally cruel, giving everyone else what Dick wanted, he just... couldn't hold himself back anymore. Or maybe he respected them less.

It was possible that Steph had said no, or that Bruce hadn't wanted this Robin, the one unlike any of the others. But Tim doesn't think so. And now she is dead and it doesn't matter.

Of course, Jason had been dead, too. So maybe it would matter again; maybe death isn't always forever. But he can't afford to count on that. Bruce's parents had never returned, nor had Dick's. He is sure his won't, either. And Steph, well... He hasn't entirely given up hope on seeing her again, but he is trying to. Better to be pleasantly surprised than disappointed; better not to fool yourself into waiting for something that won't happen.

Tim lays back down and tries to go back to sleep in sheets now clammy, tears trickling silently down his cheeks and tense muscles refusing to relax. Now he remembered what he had heard, what had probably triggered his dream. Batman... and Catwoman.

He had never been jealous of any of Bruce's women before. They were necessary, part of the Bruce Wayne identity that was increasingly merely a disguise to hide what lay underneath. Even if he brought them back to the mansion. They never saw the Cave, never knew the truth. But this... He was Robin again, Batman should be his! Even though it was Tim who chose to leave, he feels violated and rejected, replaced. Maybe it wasn't fair to ask Batman to be alone, but Robin was alone, too! Batman needed a Robin, but Robin needed Batman just as much.

He got very little sleep the rest of the night, but he woke with an idea. It was crazy; it was insane; it went against all his vows to himself – and he was going to do it anyway.

Even though he was impatient to be off, it took time. Tim had never been one to rush off unprepared; he was too careful for that. The emotional and mental preparation was even more important than the physical. Is he really ready to see the man he loved, whose approval he so desperately wanted? Especially now that he is truly alone; his parents and Steph dead, Dick off doing something that kept him away from all of them. Now that he is orphaned, too, he understands how Dick must feel. Can he stand to see the man who betrayed his trust? The man he still loves, despite that?

Cass watched him, but said nothing. Tim wondered what she thought about it, but didn't ask because he wasn't sure he wanted to hear the answer. He knew it was crazy and dysfunctional and stupid; he didn't need to hear it from someone else. She didn't even look surprised when he told her he was going to Gotham for the night.

It felt so familiar to be back in Gotham, back in the Cave, even if he was alone. Alfred was surprised but happy to see him and made it clear he would welcome Tim's return. His bedroom at the manor was just as he had left it, still ready for him. Here was a life he had turned down, just waiting for him to step back into it. Maybe...

He'll see how the night goes first.

When Batman returns that morning, he is alone. Tim, no, Robin is relieved. He had expected him to return alone, but it would have been awkward if he hadn't.

Robin thinks he sees an expression of surprise cross his face momentarily when he sees him, waiting. Then it is gone, and it is Batman approaching him, wary but achingly familiar. They stare at each other for a long moment.

Then Batman is holding him, kissing him fiercely, and it is as though no time has passed at all. “Robin,” he breathes as he opens the suit, runs his hands over skin that hasn't felt his touch in what suddenly seems far too long. He can tell Batman has missed him, too. For the moment, Catwoman is forgotten as he loses himself in familiar sensations. Maybe he should have come back sooner.

It isn't until Robin is on his knees, Batman's cock in his mouth and his hands in his hair, that he notices. “Robin, what's this about?” he asks, pulling away and fingering the black leather cat ears he wore.

Robin leans back and smiles up at him. He hasn't smiled like that in what seems like forever, but he feels so relieved to be home again. Soon enough reality will come crashing back down to take his smile away again. But for now, he was home and Batman was glad to see him. And it was Robin's job to smile, to lighten Batman's endless dark night. Who should know that better than him?

The whole idea seems stupid now, but he answers honestly. “I heard you were into that, now.”

“What?” Astonishment and something more in the face beneath the cowl.

“I have a tail, too. Want to see?” His smile was far from innocent and Batman shook his head as he took in the matching tail on the ass Robin shook before him in the most suggestive way he could manage.

Batman took Robin in his arms again, his only words on the subject a gruff, “We'll talk about this later.”

Fic: Infinite Patience - Clark/Dick - 1/1 - NC-17

Mon, 16 Jan 2006 22:00:18 GMT

Hi there. I'm brand new and I gotta say, I'm totally in LOVE with crack!fic. Great challenge, guys!

Title: Infinite Patience

Pairing: Domestic!Dick/Sleepy!Clark / Nightwing/Superman (Nupes)

Genre: Badfic, Comedy

Summary: Clark has gotten up late and Dick is doing eggs. No excitement ensues.

Beta'd by kitty_poker1

Written for the dc_flashfiction's Lord King Bad Fic Challenge and cross posted to we_love_dick and batfic

It's really bad. I'm very sorry.

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