Just something super silly I did a couple of days ago. Ah, the magic of fan work.
Tag: batfam for ts
What’s So Amazing That Keeps Us Stargazing
“I don’t have eyes on Spoiler,” Oracle said, crisply.
“When did you lose her?” Batman asked.
“Ten minutes ago. I don’t know what’s going on.” Oracle hesitated. “I’m not sure, Batman, but I think she might be in distress.”
“Understood.”
***
Bruce followed the real-time trail of breadcrumbs Oracle was assembling for him. It seemed as arbitrary and as careless as she was, going everywhere and nowhere.
And then it landed there. On the roof of a hospital. Spoiler was
there, sitting back against a chimney, the cape pooling around her as
she bent over her knees, head cradled in her hands, her forearms resting
along her thighs.She was shaking, sobbing, helplessly.
Bruce knelt by her. “Spoiler?”
“Don’t touch me,” Spoiler managed, her chest heaving. “Don’t you come near me.”
Bruce stood up and carefully retreated a few feet away. “Oracle is worried about you.”
Spoiler shook her head violently, and pushed herself upwards,
dragging her mask off her face and wiping her eyes, still sagging back
against the chimney. “Oracle doesn’t like me.”“She’s worried about you,” Bruce repeated.
Stephanie straightened her back and tilted her head up, so that she
was looking straight up into oblivion. “You know what I’m starting to
figure out?” she said. “That worry and love and like aren’t all the same.”“Spoiler…”
“That girl,” Stephanie said, her voice full of anguish. “That little girl.”
“She’s going to be all right, Spoiler.”
Stephanie shoved her face into Bruce’s, her bare nose right up against the tip of the thick kevlar cowl. “She’s not,” Stephanie said, with their faces not an inch apart. “They cut her foot off, Batman. She’s never going to be okay.”
Enter Spoiler
There are probably worse ways to make a first impression on Batman,
Steph thought giddily, pressing her wadded up cape against the bullet
graze on Robin’s skull. The blow had knocked him unconscious, and the
bullet had cut away hair and skin, leaving a long, jagged scrape that
was currently bleeding copiously over her thighs. She looked down at
her lap and was suddenly reminded of the time when she was thirteen and
she got caught unawares without a tampon or a pad or anything.A dark and ominous presence dropped down beside her.
“Robin,” Batman said, in a voice that crept in the shadows. She totally wasn’t intimidated by it, not even a little bit.
“It’s just a graze, it’s not too deep,” Steph said, lifting her cape
from the wound long enough to let him see for himself. “My, uh, my mom,
she’s a nurse. I know first aid. I think he’s just gonna needs
stitches or staples?”Batman stood, but he kept looking down at Robin, lying in her lap.
“You should go,” Steph blurted. “You’ve got to catch them, Batman!”
Hello, yes?
I would give Pagaluyan and Priest my life. This is the best family photo they have.
Cass sat on the rafters while Dick and Tim chattered beneath her. They hadn’t noticed her come in, so she sat by herself, swinging her boots back and forth in the emptiness, following along. Dick sat on a fraying couch while Tim bounced around him, telling a story about chasing a gunman by the docks. He paced around the room and ducked behind the furniture to demonstrate, laughing the entire time.
There were words too, of course. Cass could hear them just fine, even if she didn’t recognize them. She tried closing her eyes, listening carefully, but Tim talked too fast, and there were too many words, and she could hear him moving around, anyway: across the room, behind the couch, springing over it to mime surprising the gunman. The movement alone told her everything she needed to know.
It was… Cass didn’t know the word to describe it, but it felt like being lost in the alleyways that spanned the city, turning the same corners over and over again without moving any further. It was black and heavy, and it made her body ache.
Dick didn’t laugh like that with her. No one did. No one sat with her or leaned towards her or even brushed by her in tight spaces. Tim’s eyes followed her around rooms, and Cass knew it wasn’t malicious. She moved too silently, and she startled him often. It didn’t happen if he knew where she was.
Still. He didn’t watch the others. It didn’t matter that Bruce was quiet too.
ficlet
Brucie Wayne. Multi-billionaire. The media’s darling. Patron of Gotham City.
Womanizer.Bruce Wayne hasn’t been seen with a young model on his arm for forever, it seems. But after all that time, what has changed?
Simple, really.
“And who might this hot toddy be? Share, won’t you, Brucie?“
Bruce chokes on his drink. Dennis Faber, resident playboy since ‘98 and fellow Princeton graduate, is leering at Cassandra. Cass is taking it in stride, smiling politely if uncertainly.
Bruce, however, is NOT.
“This is my daughter,” he growls in a scandalized undertone.
Dennis gulps. His eyes widen and he steps back. “I-I see,” he stammers. He considers this for a moment, then collects himself and smiles winningly. “You’re eighteen though, right?” he addresses Cassandra.
Bruce doesn’t even think. He steps forward.
In a blink of an eye Dennis has collected his date, keys, and overcoat and is GONE.
Bruce clenches his fist, teeth painfully gritted. Cassandra hovers behind him. He takes a breath. It wouldn’t do to lose his temper now. He turns around to look at her, wilting a little because she never should have been there to suffer through that.
The girl is pursing her lips thoughtfully. “I,” Cassandra announces after a moment, “am a hot toddy.”
“Oh, sweetheart…” And Bruce is at her side, sad and sympathetic. “No, you are not,” he tells her, looking into her dark eyes. “You are my daughter, a fiercely talented individual, and a young woman deserving respect.“
Cassandra is silent. She looks up into Bruce’s eyes, nods a little. “Yeah…”
Bruce exhales in relief.
Then Cass smirks. “And a hot toddy.”
Bruce balks as she sashays off. He closes his eyes. Nothing will be the same ever again.
Ring ring!
“No, don’t, Cassie, pleas–”
“Wayne Residence, hot toddy speaking.”
“Cass that’s Gotham Hearth and Home Magazine!”
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