Ficlets for stagesoflove Week 2, Romance
Title: Date Night
Author: amejisuto
Theme: #2- Romance
Rating: PG
Pairing: Batman/Flash (Bruce Wayne/Wally West)
Fandom: DC Comics
Word Count: 495
Disclaimer:Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Summary: Bruce plans on asking Wally out on a date.
Posted at: Written for stagesoflove and posted at my live journal and batfic.
Beta'd by the lovely kitty_poker1.
Notes: In my head, this one of the back stories for my series Ordinary Heroes. Also, this story goes to prove that Bruce could never get along without Alfred.
Date Night.
When Bruce Wayne, playboy and philanthropist, set out to woo one of Gotham's high society ladies, he knew just what to do. Actually, he asked Alfred, who had it down to a science. A hundred roses delivered to the lady's work, fine chocolates, diamond bracelets. There would be tickets to the opera or one of the various charity functions that Gothamites loved to throw in an effort to forget that there were people so poor they were willing to sell their bodies for a little food. Or their next fix.
But romancing Wally, or any male for that matter, was different. Flowers and candy weren't exactly great ice breakers. And especially since this wasn't the playboy trying to impress, this was Bruce. Wally knew exactly who he was, and any gestures that were not genuine would at best be ignored and, at worst, made fun of in a public manner, something Bruce was loath to happen. It was hard enough for him to open up to one person, but to have the entire League know his business would be unbearable.
“May I offer a suggestion, sir?”
Bruce turned away from the library windows to find Alfred standing behind him. He'd long ago stopped being shocked at his manservant's abilities to not only know what was on his mind, but to be the one person who could sneak up on the Batman.
Bruce felt his mouth twitch in a smile. “Why not?” What he didn't say was that he couldn't do any worse on his own. He did have his pride.
From his jacket pocket, Alfred pulled out an envelope. “This weekend is the annual auto show, and Wayne Industrial has a new sports car being unveiled. I believe it's called the Speedster, something that should appeal to Master Wally's sense of humor.”
Bruce took the envelope. It wasn't what he would usually call a romantic date but this was Wally. Between his love of speed and cars, that would probably be something he was interested in, and there was a new prototype tire for racing cars being showcased as well, and he'd been interested in that for the Batmobile. “Thank you, Alfred. Can you make a reservation at Postiro for that night?”
“Master Bruce, I believe that you would have more success taking Master to one of the local pizza parlors.”
He opened his mouth for a moment and then closed it, ignoring his old friend's smirk. “Very well. Ask Tim or Dick if they know of a good one-wait, strike that. I'll take care of the arrangements myself.”
“Very good, sir.”
Alfred turned and walked away, leaving a bemused Bruce behind. He'd hate to admit it to his old friend, but his change of mind to making the arrangements himself had as much to do with being unwilling to let Dick and Tim know what his intentions were quite yet as making sure everything was just right for Wally.
Title: A Gift For Romance
Author: amejisuto
Theme: #2- Romance
Rating: PG
Pairing: Nightwing/Robin III (Dick Grayson/Tim Drake)
Fandom: DC Comics
Word Count: 500
Disclaimer:Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Summary: Dick has an odd sense of romance.
Posted at: Written for stagesoflove and posted at my live journal, we_love_dick and batfic.
Beta'd by the lovely kitty_poker1.
Notes: Fluff. Pure fluff. I admit it, I just wanted Tim and Dick to banter a little.
A Gift For Romance.
“You call this romantic?”
“What? It's a beautiful starry night...”
“A rooftop surveillance? I'm seriously starting to wonder about you.”
“Just now? I would have figured you'd started wondering a long time ago.”
Tim had to grin at Dick's smirk. It was romantic, in a way. There was no one shooting at them and it was a warm spring night. So what if they were trying to track a drug runner back to the source?
“So...you want to do something this weekend? You're off from school on Friday, right?”
Tim nodded. “Teachers take one day off a month to do planning and paperwork. Normally I'd just spend some time reading over files in the Cave, or head out to San Francisco early but, yeah, it would be nice to do something.”
Dick picked up a set of night-vision binoculars, no doubt checking to make sure their mark hadn't left the bar they were watching from three rooftops away. “Anything special you'd like to do?”
Tim was quiet for a few moments. “It's weird, isn't it? We've been friends and now we're...something else. I don't know...”
“Yeah, I know what you mean. Still, we're only five years apart in age. It could have been worse; I could have started perving on you before you could walk.”
For a moment Tim contemplated shoving Dick off the roof for that comment, but figured it would be useless. The man's natural acrobatic abilities would save him. If he was ready to really talk about their new relationship to the others he'd call up Barbara and ask for tips on how to embarrass Dick.
Dick's voice broke into his thoughts. “There's a new club in the Tri-Corner, which is in between Bludhaven and Gotham. We shouldn't meet anyone we know.”
Tim's lips twisted in a smile. “Sounds good. Have you researched it yet?”
“I had Babs do it, told her it had a possible connection to the 'Haven. She couldn't find anything, though, so it's clean.”
“Good. It would be embarrassing to go to a club and have it turn out to be a front for a prostitution ring.”
Dick huffed and put down his binoculars. “This guy has either slipped out the back or is getting so smashed he isn't going to be walking in a straight line, much less meeting anyone important.” He turned to Tim and smirked. “Wanna make out?”
Tim resisted and only raised an eyebrow at the suggestion. “You do realize that Oracle has cameras everywhere in this area of Gotham?”
“Are you saying my ex is a voyeur? Wait, what am I saying, I know she is.”
Before Tim could respond there was the sound of gunshots from inside the bar. Without thought, they both use their jumplines and leapt from the roof. As they descended Dick looked at him and grinned. “Rooftops and gunfire; who could ask for anything more romantic?”
Tim just shook his head. Dick had been around Bruce way too long.
Title: Roses Are Red
Author/Artist: amejisuto
Theme: #2- Romance
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Joker/Harley Quinn
Fandom: DC Comics
Word Count: 365
Disclaimer:Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Summary: Harley loves getting flowers.
Posted at: Written for stagesoflove and posted at my live journal and at jokerxharley.
Beta'd by the lovely kitty_poker1.
Notes: Okay, this is a bit twisted. Warnings for violence and domestic abuse.
Roses Are Red.
Each day there was a single red rose waiting for her when she woke up. Pammy had once tried to teach her the meaning of all the flowers but Harley could only remember a few, and a red rose was one of them. It meant unity and romantic love. And it was romantic. There would be a little note with it, each signed with a J.
She loved how it smelled so nice, its scent filling the room. When she could, she'd take it and run it over her face, over her eyes and imagine it was his touch.
The charge nurse walked in, carrying another vase and another rose. “Here we go, Ms. Quinzel, your morning delivery. You're quite lucky; not many gentlemen would stand by you when...”
Harley ignored the woman's remark, the sarcasm in her voice grating on her nerves. The first chance she got, Harley was going to find the biggest joy buzzer that Mister J had and come back to the hospital and give her the shock of her life.
But she was right, it was nice that her Puddin' remembered her. And since he was sending her roses, she bet he forgave her, too. She didn't mean to mess up, he must have realized that. It just happened sometimes. Plus the Caped Crouton was awfully smart; how was she supposed to know he was following her?
She figured the roses meant that all was forgiven. After all, Mister J's little love tap had taught her a lesson. Plus after she got out of the hospital she'd have to go back to Arkham. Harley even bet that her Puddin' was feeling bad about that. And he probably hadn't even noticed the window behind her was open.
She picked up her new rose, being careful of her bandaged wrist where a piece of metal had snagged her arm when she'd hit the ground. It was barely opened, and the smell covered the scent of antiseptic and illness.
It really was romantic. No one had ever sent her roses before. She'd have to make sure she thanked her Puddin' properly once she was well enough to bust out of Arkham.
Author: amejisuto
Theme: #2- Romance
Rating: PG
Pairing: Batman/Flash (Bruce Wayne/Wally West)
Fandom: DC Comics
Word Count: 495
Disclaimer:Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Summary: Bruce plans on asking Wally out on a date.
Posted at: Written for stagesoflove and posted at my live journal and batfic.
Beta'd by the lovely kitty_poker1.
Notes: In my head, this one of the back stories for my series Ordinary Heroes. Also, this story goes to prove that Bruce could never get along without Alfred.
Date Night.
When Bruce Wayne, playboy and philanthropist, set out to woo one of Gotham's high society ladies, he knew just what to do. Actually, he asked Alfred, who had it down to a science. A hundred roses delivered to the lady's work, fine chocolates, diamond bracelets. There would be tickets to the opera or one of the various charity functions that Gothamites loved to throw in an effort to forget that there were people so poor they were willing to sell their bodies for a little food. Or their next fix.
But romancing Wally, or any male for that matter, was different. Flowers and candy weren't exactly great ice breakers. And especially since this wasn't the playboy trying to impress, this was Bruce. Wally knew exactly who he was, and any gestures that were not genuine would at best be ignored and, at worst, made fun of in a public manner, something Bruce was loath to happen. It was hard enough for him to open up to one person, but to have the entire League know his business would be unbearable.
“May I offer a suggestion, sir?”
Bruce turned away from the library windows to find Alfred standing behind him. He'd long ago stopped being shocked at his manservant's abilities to not only know what was on his mind, but to be the one person who could sneak up on the Batman.
Bruce felt his mouth twitch in a smile. “Why not?” What he didn't say was that he couldn't do any worse on his own. He did have his pride.
From his jacket pocket, Alfred pulled out an envelope. “This weekend is the annual auto show, and Wayne Industrial has a new sports car being unveiled. I believe it's called the Speedster, something that should appeal to Master Wally's sense of humor.”
Bruce took the envelope. It wasn't what he would usually call a romantic date but this was Wally. Between his love of speed and cars, that would probably be something he was interested in, and there was a new prototype tire for racing cars being showcased as well, and he'd been interested in that for the Batmobile. “Thank you, Alfred. Can you make a reservation at Postiro for that night?”
“Master Bruce, I believe that you would have more success taking Master to one of the local pizza parlors.”
He opened his mouth for a moment and then closed it, ignoring his old friend's smirk. “Very well. Ask Tim or Dick if they know of a good one-wait, strike that. I'll take care of the arrangements myself.”
“Very good, sir.”
Alfred turned and walked away, leaving a bemused Bruce behind. He'd hate to admit it to his old friend, but his change of mind to making the arrangements himself had as much to do with being unwilling to let Dick and Tim know what his intentions were quite yet as making sure everything was just right for Wally.
Title: A Gift For Romance
Author: amejisuto
Theme: #2- Romance
Rating: PG
Pairing: Nightwing/Robin III (Dick Grayson/Tim Drake)
Fandom: DC Comics
Word Count: 500
Disclaimer:Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Summary: Dick has an odd sense of romance.
Posted at: Written for stagesoflove and posted at my live journal, we_love_dick and batfic.
Beta'd by the lovely kitty_poker1.
Notes: Fluff. Pure fluff. I admit it, I just wanted Tim and Dick to banter a little.
A Gift For Romance.
“You call this romantic?”
“What? It's a beautiful starry night...”
“A rooftop surveillance? I'm seriously starting to wonder about you.”
“Just now? I would have figured you'd started wondering a long time ago.”
Tim had to grin at Dick's smirk. It was romantic, in a way. There was no one shooting at them and it was a warm spring night. So what if they were trying to track a drug runner back to the source?
“So...you want to do something this weekend? You're off from school on Friday, right?”
Tim nodded. “Teachers take one day off a month to do planning and paperwork. Normally I'd just spend some time reading over files in the Cave, or head out to San Francisco early but, yeah, it would be nice to do something.”
Dick picked up a set of night-vision binoculars, no doubt checking to make sure their mark hadn't left the bar they were watching from three rooftops away. “Anything special you'd like to do?”
Tim was quiet for a few moments. “It's weird, isn't it? We've been friends and now we're...something else. I don't know...”
“Yeah, I know what you mean. Still, we're only five years apart in age. It could have been worse; I could have started perving on you before you could walk.”
For a moment Tim contemplated shoving Dick off the roof for that comment, but figured it would be useless. The man's natural acrobatic abilities would save him. If he was ready to really talk about their new relationship to the others he'd call up Barbara and ask for tips on how to embarrass Dick.
Dick's voice broke into his thoughts. “There's a new club in the Tri-Corner, which is in between Bludhaven and Gotham. We shouldn't meet anyone we know.”
Tim's lips twisted in a smile. “Sounds good. Have you researched it yet?”
“I had Babs do it, told her it had a possible connection to the 'Haven. She couldn't find anything, though, so it's clean.”
“Good. It would be embarrassing to go to a club and have it turn out to be a front for a prostitution ring.”
Dick huffed and put down his binoculars. “This guy has either slipped out the back or is getting so smashed he isn't going to be walking in a straight line, much less meeting anyone important.” He turned to Tim and smirked. “Wanna make out?”
Tim resisted and only raised an eyebrow at the suggestion. “You do realize that Oracle has cameras everywhere in this area of Gotham?”
“Are you saying my ex is a voyeur? Wait, what am I saying, I know she is.”
Before Tim could respond there was the sound of gunshots from inside the bar. Without thought, they both use their jumplines and leapt from the roof. As they descended Dick looked at him and grinned. “Rooftops and gunfire; who could ask for anything more romantic?”
Tim just shook his head. Dick had been around Bruce way too long.
Title: Roses Are Red
Author/Artist: amejisuto
Theme: #2- Romance
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Joker/Harley Quinn
Fandom: DC Comics
Word Count: 365
Disclaimer:Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Summary: Harley loves getting flowers.
Posted at: Written for stagesoflove and posted at my live journal and at jokerxharley.
Beta'd by the lovely kitty_poker1.
Notes: Okay, this is a bit twisted. Warnings for violence and domestic abuse.
Roses Are Red.
Each day there was a single red rose waiting for her when she woke up. Pammy had once tried to teach her the meaning of all the flowers but Harley could only remember a few, and a red rose was one of them. It meant unity and romantic love. And it was romantic. There would be a little note with it, each signed with a J.
She loved how it smelled so nice, its scent filling the room. When she could, she'd take it and run it over her face, over her eyes and imagine it was his touch.
The charge nurse walked in, carrying another vase and another rose. “Here we go, Ms. Quinzel, your morning delivery. You're quite lucky; not many gentlemen would stand by you when...”
Harley ignored the woman's remark, the sarcasm in her voice grating on her nerves. The first chance she got, Harley was going to find the biggest joy buzzer that Mister J had and come back to the hospital and give her the shock of her life.
But she was right, it was nice that her Puddin' remembered her. And since he was sending her roses, she bet he forgave her, too. She didn't mean to mess up, he must have realized that. It just happened sometimes. Plus the Caped Crouton was awfully smart; how was she supposed to know he was following her?
She figured the roses meant that all was forgiven. After all, Mister J's little love tap had taught her a lesson. Plus after she got out of the hospital she'd have to go back to Arkham. Harley even bet that her Puddin' was feeling bad about that. And he probably hadn't even noticed the window behind her was open.
She picked up her new rose, being careful of her bandaged wrist where a piece of metal had snagged her arm when she'd hit the ground. It was barely opened, and the smell covered the scent of antiseptic and illness.
It really was romantic. No one had ever sent her roses before. She'd have to make sure she thanked her Puddin' properly once she was well enough to bust out of Arkham.