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[saone]

Some stayed drabbles, some turned into fics, some, ah hell, I don't know, I need a nap.

Standered disclaimer. The characters aren't mine, yadda, yadda. Nothing worse than a PG13 (Sorry folks). No betas were harmed in the making of this post, so read at your own risk.

And away we go...

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j_crew_guy, yeah, I know you asked for Jay/Silent Bob, and Pink Power Ranger, but, dude, there are some places even *I* won't go. ;)

Danny/Mike from Las Vegas

Danny woke up first.

Usually that wasn’t a problem for him. After spending the night with someone, he liked to rise early either to gaze lovingly upon his bedmate, or get the hell outta Dodge, whichever the situation called for.

This time, however, he was perfectly content to stay flat on his back, staring up at the ceiling. Until the warm weight beside him began to stir. Then, Danny closed his eyes, and prayed for the best.

“Oh, shit.” The voice was unusually loud.

Danny winced.

“Oh, shit.”

“Mikey...”

“I mean, Oh Shit!”

Danny opened his eyes and sighed. “Yeah.”

*****

A Billy/Jason - Power Rangers

It seemed odd, but Billy had never given much thought to sex. He knew about it, in an abstract kind of way, but there was never any time to dwell on it. There was always something else, some new experiment, or monster, to occupy his time.

When Jason asked for his help with a particularly
tricky class assignment, Billy didn't think twice
about providing assistance. When Jason squeezed his knee after being guided through a rough equation, Billy thought it was an unusual gesture of
appreciation between two teenaged males, but he didn't really mind it. When Jason's hand slid up his leg to rest warm and heavy against his thigh, Billy felt his I.Q. drop. When Jason kissed him and rubbed his other hand against his crotch, Billy's brain imploded.

It seems odd, but Billy still doesn't give much
thought to sex... except when he's around Jason.

*****

And, as for WWYO... You'll get your music meme fic, when I get my Halloween fic. ;P

*Ahem* Moving on... *bg*

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For pleasance

Tim/Kon

"You... No!"

Tim blushed. "Shut up."

"Oh, my God!"

"Conner, shut it."

"Holy crap on a stick!"

"Dammit!" Tim glanced around and hunched in on
himself. "People are staring."

Kon rolled his eyes. It was true, they were the center of attention in the food court... for about half a minute. "Chill, Paranoid Wonder. Nobody cares."

Tim furtively looked around, and when he was satisfied no one was looking back, he sat up and straightened his shoulders. "Fine. I’m going to ask that you please not draw unneeded attention to ourselves. For my mental health."

"What's left of it."

Tim scowled.

"Great. Now, you're pouting."

"I do not pout."

"Dude, you pout. Just drink your... whatever the hell
that is."

"Cafe Americano."

"Looks like sludge."

"Finish mainlining your sugar fix so we can get the hell out of here."

Kon took a giant slurp of his Frappuccino. "You know, if you didn't want to come with me to the mall, you could have just said so."

"I did!"

"Now who's drawing unneeded attention to himself?"
Kon snickered as Tim once more hunched down into his seat.

"Bastard."

"Low blow, Timmy. You know my parents couldn't have gotten married." Kon blinked as his drink was
suddenly swiped from his hand. "What the-"

"That was wrong on so many different levels. No more sugar for you."

"Fine." Kon smirked and in a move only slightly
faster than a normal human, he stole Tim's drink. He should have known something was off by the fact that Tim let him get away with it, but it wasn't until the unbelievably bitter taste hit his tongue that he
released his mistake. He promptly spewed the hellish
liquid back to the depths from which it came.
"Jesus... that was... urk!"

Tim glared at him. "Did you just spit into my cup?"

Kon flicked his eyes from the cup to his friend's
face. "Uh... no?"

Tim narrowed his eyes, pulled Conner's straw from his
frap, and tongued it obscenely before shoving it back
in the cup, and pushing it towards it's original
owner.

"Oh, like I'd want it after it's swarming with
Batcooties." Conner's chair let out an ungodly screech
as he pushed back from the table. "That's it. We're
going back to the Tower."

"Thank God." Tim dumped both drinks into the nearest trash can. He started to head for the exit. A second later Kon had fallen into step beside him. Out of the corner of Tim's eye he could see the wicked grin that appeared on his friend's face, and he knew what was coming next.

"So, you used to play Dungeons and Dragons, huh?"

"Shut up."

*****

And, Virgil/Richie... kinda


Richie watched the vein in his father's temple throb.
His mind quickly thought over his family's history
with strokes, and he belatedly released he should have
put his dad on an all salad diet a few weeks prior to
coming out. Thinking of the full steak dinner they
had just had, he mentally sent a signal to Backpack to request
emergency aid just in case the older man keeled over.

Mrs. Foley was glancing worriedly between her husband and son. She dabbed at her mouth with a napkin and pushed her plate back. "Well... who wants dessert?" She smiled brightly and got up from the table.

Richie watched his mother retreat into the kitchen.
His eyes anxiously swung back to his father, who was
now grimacing and rubbing the bridge of his nose.

At least his forehead had stopped doing the samba.

"Dad-"

"Stop." Mr. Foley held up his hand. "Whatever you're
going to say, don't. Just... Is it Virgil? Are you
and he... together?"

Richie nodded.

Mr. Foley slumped down in his chair. "Of course it
is. Of course you are."

Richie silently studied the pattern of the table
cloth.

"It's not because he's black!"

Richie glanced up at the outburst. "I know, dad."

"'Cause I'm okay with the whole black thing now."

"I know.”

"It's 'cause he's a guy."

Richie smiled slightly. "Yeah." His face fell into a worried frown. “Are you, are we, going to be okay?”

“Aw, hell, kid...” Mr. Foley stared at his only son, and he remember what happened last time Richie chose between himself and Virgil Hawkins. If he was going to keep his son, his mind was going to have to open up a little bit more. “Yeah. We are.”

Richie beamed. After this conversation, coming out as a superhero was going to be a breeze.

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kabukivice gets a full size (or four drabbles in one)

Tim/Kon

The only thing Tim hated more than being drugged and kidnapped, was being drugged and kidnapped by members of his own family. As he slowly came back to consciousness, Tim took stock. His limbs felt like wet noodles, his eyes seemed to be glued shut, and he was pretty certain someone had shoved something dead and furry into his mouth.

"Mmmm... gonna... kill..." Dick. He had invited Tim
over for pizza and video games. Said he wanted to
spend more time with his 'little brother'. Bastard.

As thoughts of vengeance danced through his head, Tim became aware of several other things. He was laying on a bed. The sheets smelled clean, as did the air which drifted over his face thanks to a light breeze. He was unrestrained, which was odd, but good. If this was meant to be some sort of training exercise, it was certainly shaping up to be an unusual one.

And, it got even more unusual when the figure Tim had realized was standing by the bed spoke.

"Hey. I thought you were awake. Heard your heart rate speed up."

"Kon... Conner... the hell..."

"Yeah. Look, when you feel up to it, you can try to
kick my ass as much as you'd like. I promise."

Tim felt a large hand brush against his forehead.
"What... why..."

"We have been telling you you need a vacation."

Vacation. Using all his considerable willpower, Tim
turned his head, and forced his eyes to open. Through slitted lids he took in Kon's worried face, and beyond that, past diaphanous curtains, there was the white sand of a beach, and the azure blue of an ocean.

Kon grinned and adopted one of the worse British
accents Tim had ever heard. "Welcome to the Caribbean,
luv."

*

Kon touched down and warily approached the solitary figure on the beach.

Tim fixed him with a glare when he was still ten feet away.

“Hey.” Kon hoped his smiled didn’t look as wan as it felt. “How’s the hand?”

Tim snorted and turned back towards the ocean.

“Right. Well...” Kon idly tossed the package of frozen peas he had bought. “I’ll have you know, I had to fly all the way to South Beach for these.” He threw the package to Tim, who caught it with his good hand.

“Really? South Beach? You weren’t gone that long. I hope it wasn’t a very far trip.”

“Let’s just say it’s close enough for me to get supplies, but too far away for you to swim.”

Tim huffed and pressed the cold bag to his bruised hand.

“You sure it’s not broken?” Kon rubbed his jaw. “You hit me pretty hard.”

“Relatively certain.” Tim looked up at the taller teen speculatively. “But, if I did break it, you’d have to take me to a hospital, wouldn’t you?”

“No.” Kon eased himself into the sand beside his friend. “I’d take you to the cave, get you fixed up, and bring you back here. Of course, not until Alfred had expressed his disappointment in you.”

Tim rolled his eyes. “So, what exactly is this supposed to accomplish?”

“It’s supposed to make you relax some.” At Tim’s disbelieving snort, Kon raised his hands defensively. “Hey, it was Nightwing’s idea.”

“You didn’t have to go along with it.”

“Dude, have you *seen* Nightwing?! I don’t know what was worse, when he was threatening me, or when he was pouting at me.”

Tim sighed. “The pout.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right.”

*

Though Tim was loathe to admit it, after three days of vaca... Forced Exile, he was beginning to feel a little
relaxed. Even the perpetual knot in his left shoulder
he had nicknamed Mini Bruce had began to unwind.

Kon was also starting to relax. Excluding one
cursory escape attempt while windsurfing, Tim had been
a model prisoner. Of course, a part of him couldn't
help but think he was being lulled into a false sense
of security while Tim finished his raft of palm fronds
and coconut shells.

*

On the fourth day, while taking a leisurely stroll
along the beach, Tim felt something odd begin to
happen to his facial muscles.

Kon promptly tripped over his own feet as he
watched a large, joyous grin form on his
friend's face.

*

By the fifth day, Tim was fairly wallowing in a
feeling of contentment he was sure he hadn't
experienced in over a decade. And, only a small part
of his happiness came from the almost comical unease
he was causing Kon by being just so damn happy.

Tim giggled. Kon paled. Life was good.

*

The sixth night, by unspoken agreement, was to be
their last on the island. They would head back to
Gotham in the morning, and Tim had to admit he would
be sorry to leave the little tropical haven.

He sat on the sand, watching the moon rise above the
sea, and tried to soak up as much atmosphere as he
could to sustain him through the long, bleak, Gotham
winter. A slight breeze alerted him to his friend, who was hovering a few feet above
the beach. Tim smiled and softly patted the sand.

Kon took his place beside the smaller teen. "So-"

"Thanks." Tim said abruptly.

"For?" Kon raised an eyebrow.

"This."

"Ah." They sat quietly for a moment. "You know, it
was Nightwing's idea. You should thank him."

"Oh, I will. After I get done kicking his ass." This
time Tim's grin was of the more familiar 'Don't Fuck
With Me, I'm a Bat' variety. Kon repressed the urge
to shiver, but Tim still picked up on a slight tremble. He
frowned. "You okay?"

"Oh, yeah. I just remembered, in the real world, you
have easy access to kryptonite."

Tim rolled his eyes. "The only person on my immediate
hit list is my soon to be hurting big brother. You're
safe."

Kon's features were tinged with disbelief.
"Promise?"


Tim cocked his head to the side, a strange light came
to his eyes. He reached out, and with the pad of his
thumb, he lightly brushed the swell of Kon's
cheekbone. "Promise."

*

"Oh, man! Then what?"

"Then we went to our rooms, went to sleep, and we flew
back in the morning."

"What?! Oh, come on! You're telling me with the
moon, and the sand, and the surf, and the... thumb,
you didn't even kiss him?!"

Tim smirked. "Not everyone's as big a slut as you."

Dick scowled, and threw a handful of popcorn at the
teenager's head. "Watch it, Babybird."

"You're so sensitive." Tim laughed and shook kernels
out of his hair. "Anyway, I thought about it, believe
me, I thought about it. But slower's better. Draws
it out, heightens the anticipation. Plus, I get to
fuck with his head a bit. That's always fun."

"True." Dick's eyes briefly flicked to the all but
forgotten movie playing on his T.V. "So, I guess
everything's all good then."

"Yep. Proceeding as scheduled."

"Hmm. Be a shame if something were to happen to
derail your plans."

Tim's eyes were sharp. "Such as?"

"Such as... Conner finding out the whole island thing
was really your idea." Dick's grin was more than
faintly reminiscent of a shark's.

Tim sighed. "What do you want?"

Dick reached across the couch to the end table and
grabbed his phone. "I'm feeling a bit out of sorts.
I think I need a break, a vacation."

A light dinged over Tim's head. "Tropical?"

"Of course."

"But, you're far too stubborn to go on one without
major coercion." Tim said sagely.

Dick tossed him the phone. "Roy's number three on
speed dial."

**********

And, for calicojane

Tim/Bart friendship

AU spun off from 'Sins of Youth' storyline

Sometimes I wonder what’s it's like to be normal. To have the only disastrous event on the horizon be the math test you didn’t study for. To be able to sit down to a conversation with your parents and not have to lie one time. To not spend your nights hanging out on rooftops and beating the crap out of criminals.

Of course, I don’t have to worry about math tests, or parents anymore, and if I’m completely honest with myself, beating the crap out of criminals is not only fun, it’s cathartic.

I am vengeance.

I am the night.

I am... “Freezing my ass off. And talking to myself. Dammit, Bart, where the hell are you?” As if in answer to my prayers, or curses, I have to brace myself against a sudden gust of wind as a red clad figure zooms onto the rooftop.

“Sorry I’m late.” Bart says. “There was a pile up on the highway outside of Keystone.”

“Everything okay?”

Bart shrugs. “As well as can be expected. No deaths, fortunately, but there were injuries. I left Wally to help with the cleanup.”

“How’s it going between you two?” I already know the answer, but I ask anyway. It’s all about engaging Bart in conversation, it has nothing to do with making me glad Bruce is such a little antisocial introvert. Yeah, and the Knights are gonna win the playoffs this year.

“Oh, God.” Bart slumps. “He’s horrible. Linda’s thinking about putting one of those shock collars on him and zapping him whenever he comes in range!” I let out a snicker and Bart glares at me. “It’s not funny! How’d you like to be continuously pawed by a horny fourteen-year-old? And, also, you really shouldn’t laugh when you’re wearing that cowl thingie. It just looks creepy.”

I want to shrug, but that wouldn’t look right either. Batman is cold as ice, hard as rock, and has the emotional range of a fruitcake. Must remember. Fruitcake.

“So, hate to rush this along, but I have a young charge to supervise.” Bart grimaces. “Is this what karma feels like? Anyway, where are you visiting this week?”

I pull a slightly rumpled letter our of one of the compartments on my belt. “Amsterdam. I hear it’s lovely this time of year.”

“Uh huh.” Bart takes the letter and fidgets for a moment before looking back at me. here it comes. “Look, I know it’s none of my business, but don’t you think you should tell-”

I know he means well, they all do. “No, I don’t.” Cold, hard, fruitcake. "I’ve thought about it, but... no. As far as Jack Drake’s concerned his son ran away and is now off galavanting around Europe.”

“And, if this,” Bart gestures to our obviously adult bodies, “is permanent? If they don’t find a cure?”

“Then... then, I’ll...” Fruitcake. “Then, I’ll deal with it.”

Bart nods sadly. “Okay. So, Amsterdam, huh?”

“Yeah. Amsterdam.”

As I watch the latest Flash speed off towards the other side of the world, I remain on the rooftop, standing stoically against the backdrop of Gotham.

I am Tim Drake, the Batman, a complete fruitcake.

What? It fits.

*****

And a snarky sequel to the Tim/Bart


It’s nearly dawn by the time I pull into the cave. I so love the Batmobile. It is such a fine ride. I run my hand lovingly along her side as I close the door. If there’s one good thing to have come out of Klarion, the Bitch Boy’s little age spell, it’s this.

Of course, when the bad outweighs the good by like a billion to one, not even driving a really sweet car makes things right for very long. Case in point, the first thing that greets me upon exiting said really sweet car is the frowning countenance of Bruce Wayne.

“Bruce.”

“You’re late.” he’s trying to work the scowl, but it’s just not happening. Might be because of the zit that’s coming in on the end of his nose.

I pull off my cowl and head towards the changing area. “And, you’re supposed to be asleep.” Oh, this is going to be one of those fun arguments, I can tell.

He follows, of course. “I am not a child. And, I told you to call me if you encounter any trouble.”

Oh, yeah. Fun. “First of all, it was just a bank robbery, nothing I couldn’t handle. Secondly, I know you’re not a child, but they body you're currently residing in is that of an adolescent. Am I going to have to have Barbara send you those studies on sleep depravation in teenagers again?”

Maybe I’m wrong, he might be able to pull off the scowl, zits and all. “No.” He grounds out. “You don’t need to contact Barbara.”

I start to strip off the costume. Bruce is still standing there, looking at me. I can just feel his beady little blue eyes boring into the back of my skull. I sigh and turn around. “Are we going to have to have one of those ‘I know where you’re coming from, because I’ve been there, and it might help if you talked about it’ kind of conversations?”

Bruce’s eyes widen for a moment. Then he snorts. “Yeah, right.”

I watch as he walks away. Heh. Sucker.

*****

And, I know it's not on the list, Tim/Ollie

There was wrong, and there was Wrong, and there was WRONG! Capitol letters, bold type, underlined, go straight to hell, do not collect $200.

Ollie knew without a doubt, his current activity fell
into the latter category.

He was kissing the shit out of Robin. And it was all
Batman's fault.

*

They had bonded, Robin and he, in commiseration over
what an unmitigated ass Bruce was, is, and ever shall
be. As the GCPD hauled away the battered and bruised gang members Green Arrow had been tracking since Star City, the old guard and the new, crouched on a Gotham rooftop and swapped 'Isn't the Bat a bastard' stories.

Not having had much exposure to this Robin in the
past, Ollie quickly found himself warming to him.
Like the Bat, he was a pretty scary dude, but unlike
the Bat, Robin's darkness was offset by a killer wit,
and an occasionally wicked tongue. Of course, if
Ollie had had any idea of just how truly wicked that
tongue could be, especially when applied to certain
parts of his anatomy, he would have probably hauled
ass back to his side of the continent.

But, then he wouldn't have this sweet, sinful,
succulent little sidekick writhing around in his lap.

It had seemed innocent. Their conversation had
evolved into shop talk, and Robin had invited Ollie
back to his place to see some of their latest
developments in non-lethal kick ass tech. Everyone
knew the Batclan had all the coolest toys, how could
he pass it up?

*

Robin's hands paused above Ollie's crotch. "Do you
need to disarm anything?"

"Pardon?"

"On your costume? Do you need to turn off any
defenses."

Many varied responses flew through Ollie's head, and
most were of the tacky and tasteless variety (well, I do
have a weapon, and it's loaded), but in the end he
just settled for, "God, you lot are creepy."

Robin grinned, and in that instant he looked like an
unholy cross between Batman and Nightwing.

The kid lowered his head, and... Yep. Ollie was going straight to hell. But the ride there was sure going to be fun.

*********

Last, but not least, a little something for te

Tim/Clark

It was definitely the devil on his shoulder that made Tim wait until Clark had a mouthful of coffee before dropping his bombshell.

“Bruce knows.”

Yes, it was wickedly amusing to watch the world’s most powerful being do a spit take.

Tim calmly pulled some napkins out of the dispenser and began sopping up the mess on the table.

Ever the farmboy, the tip of Clark’s ears turned red at the spectacle he’d made. Then the rest of his face followed suit. “What do you mean?”

“We both knew we wouldn’t be able to keep this from him indefinitely.”

Clark leaned back in his booth and rubbed a hand over his face. “Yes, but I was hoping we might have a few more months.”

Tim looked sharply at the older man. “This changes nothing, Clark.”

“Tim-”

“Nothing.”

“Except that it does, and you know it.”

“Not for me.” Tim rubbed a pattern in the condensation on his water glass. “Not after what we’ve already been through.” Tim smiled grimly. “I broke up your marriage, Conner still won’t speak to me, and your mother routinely refers to me as ‘that little home wrecker’.”

“You really shouldn’t listen in on other people’s phone conversations.” Clark admonished.

Tim shrugged.

Clark sighed and reached across the table, his fingers barely touching Tim’s wrist. “Conner will come around. And, once Ma actually meets you, she’ll fall head over heels.” He smiled. “Like I did.”

Tim rolled his eyes, but couldn’t stop the flush that spread over his cheeks.

“And, as for Bruce, well, either of us run into any problems with him, we’ll deal with it together. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“Good. And, by the way, I will get you back for the coffee thing.”

Tim grinned. “Okay.”

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Comments

[j-crew-guy.livejournal.com]

heehee. Well, I tried. ;P

But the Mike/Danny and Billy/Jason were both great. LOVED the Billy/Jason one. *g*

Thank you.

And the way things are looking, you'll probably get your Halloween fic by uh, *this* Halloween.

[saone77.livejournal.com]

heehee. Well, I tried. ;P

And, a valient effort it was, dear sir. ;)

But the Mike/Danny and Billy/Jason were both great. LOVED the Billy/Jason one. *g*

The world does need more Billy/Jason, doesn't it? :)


And the way things are looking, you'll probably get your Halloween fic by uh, *this* Halloween.

Yeah, I kinda figured. You'll get yours by Christmas *g*

[j-crew-guy.livejournal.com]

And, a valient effort it was, dear sir. ;)

I'll get you, my pretty! And your little computer too! ;)

The world does need more Billy/Jason, doesn't it? :)

Oh yes. *g*

Yeah, I kinda figured. You'll get yours by Christmas *g*

Yay, far-off deadlines. *eg*

[pleasance.livejournal.com]

Tim.Kon.Coffee.TONGUE. *heart failure*

You know I *love* you, right?

Right?

[saone77.livejournal.com]

Tim.Kon.Coffee.TONGUE. *heart failure*

*eg* It's always so much fun to cause cardiac distress with fic

You know I *love* you, right?

Right?

*bg*

[wirrrn.livejournal.com]

Hey,

Oooh, excellent. Can I put in a request for some Xander/Spike smutness?

Gav!

btw- check out my Scarecrow of scary scareness from BATMAN BEGINS icon!

Gav!

[saone77.livejournal.com]

Oooh, excellent. Can I put in a request for some Xander/Spike smutness?

No, you can't. ;)

Seriously, Spike has done nothing for me since he started shacking up with Buffy. But, Xander... who knows. Now that the music meme fics are done, I'll see where the muses take me. *g*

[wirrrn.livejournal.com]

Hey,

Spike? Shacking up with Buffy? Since when? *g*

How bout some good ol' fashion Xander/Graham then?

Gav!

btw- the Wirrrn muses say there will be some Jack/Boone LOST fic very soon...

[grey-bard.livejournal.com]

The Virgil/Richie was a tasty little snip, and the Vacation Abduction bit was a wonderful sly turn on the usual run of things. I particularly liked, however, the un-de-aged snippets. Would you consider writing more of that AU?

[saone77.livejournal.com]

The Virgil/Richie was a tasty little snip,

Thanks :)

and the Vacation Abduction bit was a wonderful sly turn on the usual run of things.

It seemed a very Timmish thing to do, especially to Kon. He's such a little freak *bg*

I particularly liked, however, the un-de-aged snippets. Would you consider writing more of that AU?

Probably. I had been wanting to do something with 'Sins of Youth' for ages but I was getting bogged down. I think snippets might be the way to go. And, I would love to delve into what Dick thinks of the developments. *eg*

[burntcopper.livejournal.com]

Tim being freaky little bat-clan and plotting and making sure Kon's disturbed and... there are no words for how much I love you. Yes, Tim, get on the phone to Roy and make him kidnap Dick. Yessssss.

Also? The Sins of Youth. Mwhahahaa.

[saone77.livejournal.com]

Tim being freaky little bat-clan and plotting and making sure Kon's disturbed and... there are no words for how much I love you.

Yes, poor, poor Kon *eg*

Yes, Tim, get on the phone to Roy and make him kidnap Dick. Yessssss.

The family that manipulates together, stays together. That's written somewhere in the cave, right?

[thete1.livejournal.com]

... homewrecker! Oh, Lord. I wish I had time to read all of these right now, but hee! Welcome back!

[saone77.livejournal.com]

... homewrecker!

Hee! Part of me wants to write that scene where Clark finaly takes Tim home with him.

Martha stood on the front porch and watched the two men walk up the drive, a frown firmly fixed on her withered face. "Jonathan, he's brought the strumpet."

[workingslacker.livejournal.com]

*squeak* You're back! You're writing again! Yay!! So happy! *pounces*

Loved! Favorite bits

I want to shrug, but that wouldn’t look right either. Batman is cold as ice, hard as rock, and has the emotional range of a fruitcake. Must remember. Fruitcake.

That is just so spot on.

And this!

Robin's hands paused above Ollie's crotch. "Do you
need to disarm anything?"

"Pardon?"

"On your costume? Do you need to turn off any
defenses."

And Ollie's response is just... hahahaha! Love it.

Now, what's it going to take to get you to write more?

[saone77.livejournal.com]

*squeak* You're back! You're writing again! Yay!! So happy! *pounces*

Hee! Thanks. Good to be back.


And Ollie's response is just... hahahaha! Love it.

I know, poor Ollie. Then again, the hot Tim sex does outweigh the freakiness factor.

Now, what's it going to take to get you to write more?

Chocolate. And coffee. Chocolate coffee. ;)