Under His Wing
Title: Under His Wing
Rating: G
Word count: 324
Notes: This is set in the Teen Titans toonverse, with guest appearance by Tim Drake. Yes, I am aware that does not compute. Just go with it.
Warning: This is my first posted fanfic. Don’t expect miracles.
Summary: Why is there a small masked boy under Robin’s wing-er, cape?
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the characters, no matter how many comic books and DVDs are scattered around me right now.
Comments: Yes, please! I'd like to know if you like this, or even just if you read it.
Yawning widely, Cyborg ambled out to the living room, intent on breakfast. Glancing at the couch, he stopped short. Robin was stretched out on the couch, cape enveloping his strangely lumpy form all the way down to his ankles. “Uh, Robin? Don’t you usually wear a shorter cape?”
“Shh, you’ll wake him,” Robin hushed impatiently, but quietly.
“Wake who?” Cyborg asked, baffled.
“My little brother.” The ‘duh’ was clear. The cape moved, revealing a dark-haired head curled against Robin’s chest. Like Robin, a mask covered the other boy’s eyes. His face was relaxed in sleep.
Cyborg’s jaw dropped. “You have a little brother?”
“Obviously, or I wouldn’t be worried about you waking him.” Robin’s voice was drier than toast.
“Uh, why is your little brother here, and hiding under your cape?” Cyborg questioned hesitantly. Not that it wasn’t cool that Robin had a brother and all, and he must be a masked crime fighter. He couldn’t imagine Robin’s brother being a masked villain, and clearly he was a masked something. Unless Robin’s whole family was born with masks attached to their faces. It would explain why Robin’s mask never seemed to come off…
“…Because someone thought it would be adorable to whump him until he felt the need to run to his big brother and hide under his cape.” Huh? Oh yeah, why Robin’s little brother was hiding under the cape. Whump. Wait, what?
“Ummm…” That made no sense at all.
“Don’t worry, I already vaporized all the plot bunnies associated with that idea. Since they write in a non-linear pattern, they never actually got around to the whumpage, so my little brother is fine. Just cuddly.”
Cyborg tried to process that. “You know what? Sorry I asked.” Maybe if he went back to bed and got up again in half an hour, the world would make sense again. Or maybe he needed to run a diagnostic. Yeah. Cyborg headed back to his room.
“Hmph. You’d think he’d never broken the fourth wall before,” Robin muttered, tucking the cape more securely around Tim. At least he had gotten the bunnies before the whump this time.
Chapter 2
Rating: G
Word count: 324
Notes: This is set in the Teen Titans toonverse, with guest appearance by Tim Drake. Yes, I am aware that does not compute. Just go with it.
Warning: This is my first posted fanfic. Don’t expect miracles.
Summary: Why is there a small masked boy under Robin’s wing-er, cape?
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the characters, no matter how many comic books and DVDs are scattered around me right now.
Comments: Yes, please! I'd like to know if you like this, or even just if you read it.
Yawning widely, Cyborg ambled out to the living room, intent on breakfast. Glancing at the couch, he stopped short. Robin was stretched out on the couch, cape enveloping his strangely lumpy form all the way down to his ankles. “Uh, Robin? Don’t you usually wear a shorter cape?”
“Shh, you’ll wake him,” Robin hushed impatiently, but quietly.
“Wake who?” Cyborg asked, baffled.
“My little brother.” The ‘duh’ was clear. The cape moved, revealing a dark-haired head curled against Robin’s chest. Like Robin, a mask covered the other boy’s eyes. His face was relaxed in sleep.
Cyborg’s jaw dropped. “You have a little brother?”
“Obviously, or I wouldn’t be worried about you waking him.” Robin’s voice was drier than toast.
“Uh, why is your little brother here, and hiding under your cape?” Cyborg questioned hesitantly. Not that it wasn’t cool that Robin had a brother and all, and he must be a masked crime fighter. He couldn’t imagine Robin’s brother being a masked villain, and clearly he was a masked something. Unless Robin’s whole family was born with masks attached to their faces. It would explain why Robin’s mask never seemed to come off…
“…Because someone thought it would be adorable to whump him until he felt the need to run to his big brother and hide under his cape.” Huh? Oh yeah, why Robin’s little brother was hiding under the cape. Whump. Wait, what?
“Ummm…” That made no sense at all.
“Don’t worry, I already vaporized all the plot bunnies associated with that idea. Since they write in a non-linear pattern, they never actually got around to the whumpage, so my little brother is fine. Just cuddly.”
Cyborg tried to process that. “You know what? Sorry I asked.” Maybe if he went back to bed and got up again in half an hour, the world would make sense again. Or maybe he needed to run a diagnostic. Yeah. Cyborg headed back to his room.
“Hmph. You’d think he’d never broken the fourth wall before,” Robin muttered, tucking the cape more securely around Tim. At least he had gotten the bunnies before the whump this time.
Chapter 2