Bowls were never completely full. Even at the soup kitchen on West and Hamilton, the one that had milk four days a week, bowls were half empty. You got two scoops of stew, that was the rule. Two scoops, and there was never enough for seconds.
But Mr. Pennyworth didn't seem to know that. Jason pushed his empty bowl away with a satisfied sigh and resolved never to tell him.
Barbara remembers being Batgirl. She knows the terror of swinging into complete unknown and she's fought her share of things that go bump in the night. She's looked up the barrel of more super weapons than she cares to count and she knows the exact sound that a spine makes when it shatters. She still hears it on a regular basis in her dreams.
But Batgirl sent her friends into battle. She never sat cozy and safe while the people she loved were getting shot at. And worse. Much worse. She never lost visuals when the camera got blown up and she never had to wait, white-knuckled, for next sound from the com.
She couldn't have. It's Oracle who knows the horror of the waiting.
Tim arranged his strawberries across his plate in a neat four by four grid. He selected the berry in the top left corner, dipped precisely half of the fruit (by mass) into the melted chocolate, and set it in the upper left corner of a sheet of waxed paper
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"You're moving in with us, so you'll need to know a few rules."
Tim blinked at Roy rather hazily. He was still feeling warm and limp and slow, and he kept getting distracted by the flecks of gold in Roy's eyes. "I'm moving in?"
Dick made a contented noise into the crook of Tim's neck and reached across him to pull Roy closer. Tim suspected he was asleep. Roy used the tug as an excuse to squash Tim more firmly between him and Dick. "Course you're moving in, little bird. Now rules. First of all, you don't eat the grape popsicles. Those belong to Lian, and it'd be more than my life's worth to touch them."
Tim just watched Roy and let him speak. His bones were feeling kind of liquid and gold, and shutting Roy up seemed like way too much effort.
"Second, Short Pants over there never gets to shower alone. Not if we can help it. Seriously."
Tim roused himself enough to raise an eyebrow.
Roy explained in a pained voice. "He sings. Bon Jovi. Off-key. At volume.Dick's hand snaked passed Tim's chest to smack Roy. "Sheesh, you two. Ever
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I agree with Dick nothing kills afterglow like the discussion of one bad habits. Though I firmly support any and all conversation that deals with Tim moving in with Dick and Roy.
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But Mr. Pennyworth didn't seem to know that. Jason pushed his empty bowl away with a satisfied sigh and resolved never to tell him.
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But Batgirl sent her friends into battle. She never sat cozy and safe while the people she loved were getting shot at. And worse. Much worse. She never lost visuals when the camera got blown up and she never had to wait, white-knuckled, for next sound from the com.
She couldn't have. It's Oracle who knows the horror of the waiting.
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I might do some drabbles tomorrow. I haven't written any in a while.
Would you like one in return?
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"grins"
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Tim blinked at Roy rather hazily. He was still feeling warm and limp and slow, and he kept getting distracted by the flecks of gold in Roy's eyes. "I'm moving in?"
Dick made a contented noise into the crook of Tim's neck and reached across him to pull Roy closer. Tim suspected he was asleep. Roy used the tug as an excuse to squash Tim more firmly between him and Dick. "Course you're moving in, little bird. Now rules. First of all, you don't eat the grape popsicles. Those belong to Lian, and it'd be more than my life's worth to touch them."
Tim just watched Roy and let him speak. His bones were feeling kind of liquid and gold, and shutting Roy up seemed like way too much effort.
"Second, Short Pants over there never gets to shower alone. Not if we can help it. Seriously."
Tim roused himself enough to raise an eyebrow.
Roy explained in a pained voice. "He sings. Bon Jovi. Off-key. At volume.Dick's hand snaked passed Tim's chest to smack Roy. "Sheesh, you two. Ever ( ... )
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I agree with Dick nothing kills afterglow like the discussion of one bad habits. Though I firmly support any and all conversation that deals with Tim moving in with Dick and Roy.
Love this thank you!
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I'm glad you liked it, even though it wasn't all that much about music. Thanks for commenting and for playing with me.
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