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Untitled Minifill 1/2
anonymous
April 17 2011, 06:28:57 UTC
“Damian, are you okay? Are you hurt?”
“Tt. I'm fine.”
“We're trapped.”
“No shit, Sherlock.”
“Where are you?”
Damian exhaled loudly. “I can't even see my hand in front of my face, Drake. And that's without the mask, too.” He knew his mask lay somewhere nearby, carelessly discarded, but it didn't really matter. Cautiously, he rose to his feet, lifting a hand above his hand, and was relieved to find that he could stand up without having to stoop (just barely). That meant, though, that his counterpart must not be so lucky. “I'll go to you. Keep talking.”
“This must be the first time you've actually wanted to hear my voice,” said Tim dryly.
“Shut up.”
“Make up your mind.”
“Drake,” said Damian warningly. “You are testing my patience.”
“Welcome to my world.”
Shaking his head, Damian tried to concentrate on finding the Red Robin, only to trip over...something. “Oof!” he gasped as he sprawled across the hard ground.
Untitled Minifill 2/2
anonymous
April 17 2011, 06:31:43 UTC
“What was that you were saying earlier about saving oxygen?”
“Don't change the subject.”
“Watch me.”
Damian rolled his eyes even though he knew Tim wouldn't be able to see it and wrapped the makeshift bandage around his forehead. In his exhausted state, he fumbled with the knot momentarily, but he ignored it and hoped Tim hadn't noticed.
He had.
“You've done all you can do,” Tim told him. “Nothing left to do but wait it out. You should get some sleep.”
“I've gone far longer without sleep before,” Damian protested.
“But there's no need to now,” Tim sighed. “Damian, would you just-”
Tim and Damian find themselves trapped with no way out and immediate help is unavailable. They spend their time arguing, tending their wounds, etc.
So, Tim & Damian fluff. As reluctant as it may be :3
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“Tt. I'm fine.”
“We're trapped.”
“No shit, Sherlock.”
“Where are you?”
Damian exhaled loudly. “I can't even see my hand in front of my face, Drake. And that's without the mask, too.” He knew his mask lay somewhere nearby, carelessly discarded, but it didn't really matter. Cautiously, he rose to his feet, lifting a hand above his hand, and was relieved to find that he could stand up without having to stoop (just barely). That meant, though, that his counterpart must not be so lucky. “I'll go to you. Keep talking.”
“This must be the first time you've actually wanted to hear my voice,” said Tim dryly.
“Shut up.”
“Make up your mind.”
“Drake,” said Damian warningly. “You are testing my patience.”
“Welcome to my world.”
Shaking his head, Damian tried to concentrate on finding the Red Robin, only to trip over...something. “Oof!” he gasped as he sprawled across the hard ground.
“Good job tripping over my legs, Boy Blunder.”
“No one asked for your opinion, Condom-head.”
“You did not just ( ... )
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“Don't change the subject.”
“Watch me.”
Damian rolled his eyes even though he knew Tim wouldn't be able to see it and wrapped the makeshift bandage around his forehead. In his exhausted state, he fumbled with the knot momentarily, but he ignored it and hoped Tim hadn't noticed.
He had.
“You've done all you can do,” Tim told him. “Nothing left to do but wait it out. You should get some sleep.”
“I've gone far longer without sleep before,” Damian protested.
“But there's no need to now,” Tim sighed. “Damian, would you just-”
“Fine. If only ( ... )
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HOW DID I MISS THIS?
OMG THAAAAAAANNK YOU! THIS WAS AWESOME AND JUST WHAT I WANTED!
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This needs to get done in canon.
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Glad you liked this fill, though! ♥
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“So, I lied,” Tim said casually after a minute. “Pretty sure I hit my head on something.”
XD Oh, Tim. Really.
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