Send me a number and a pairing/two or more characters and get a drabble or ficlet if I'm feeling so inspired.51. “What the hell are you wearing
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restaurant verse.likewinningJune 1 2016, 00:11:20 UTC
Bruce still calls him sometimes. In the middle of the night, early in the morning when Jason knows he's just getting done with inventory. Jason knows - Jason knows he shouldn't answer.
He always does, and it always starts the same.
"I know it's late," Bruce says.
"That's all right," Jason says. It's two in the morning, and Jason has to get up in two hours for work, where he'll stand next to Tim for eight hours and not say a word about any of this.
"It's not," Bruce says. His voice is raspy, whiskey and insomnia. Jason's sure he's been up reading one of his big musty books, Keats or Burroughs or some history of Yugoslavia. Bruce is loaded, but he still gets everything second or third hand, says there's more feeling to the books that way.
"I just," Bruce says. "I needed to hear your voice. I - do you remember when we went to that convention? Out in Seattle."
Jason does. He got in some big argument with some pretentious douchebag there, and Bruce was so embarrassed, like he should've known better than to take some seventeen-year-
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Re: restaurant verse.oh_mcgeeJune 1 2016, 00:43:16 UTC
I hate you for this. I mean, I love you and I love this, but now I'm kind of absolutely destroyed by them all over again and I may never recover. I'm sending you the therapy bill. Oh god.
"Damian," Dick says. He fiddles with the blanket, straightening out the edges.
"What?" Damian asks. It's a perfect night on the beach. Starry, cloudless. The moon's so bright and yellow Dick swears he can see the Watchtower from here.
"Are you, um," Dick says. "Are you feeling okay?"
"Yes," Damian says. He starts pulling food out of an honest-to-god picnic basket. There's no way he didn't have Alfred's help; like Dick, Damian isn't even allowed near the kitchen without supervision. "Why?"
"Well," Dick says. "We're having a picnic. On the beach. Under the stars. It's all a bit… romance novel, isn't it?"
Damian scowls at him. His cheeks turn pink, and Dick kind of wants to kiss both of them in quick succession. "What's your point?"
"It's just," Dick says. "I'm trying to make sure you didn't get bodyswapped or something. I mean, should I call a doctor?"
Damian throws the empty picnic basket at him, hard. Dick ducks, and it goes flying across the sand.
"Well," Damian says. "I guess this date could have just been the two of us on
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I've admired your work for a while, and when this plot came to my mind I thought you would be the best person to write it. So I really hope you're still taking prompts. Could I get #93 with Bruce/Jason where Jay is Damian's nanny?
I haven't really written much in ages so I'm going to say no, but hilariously enough my partner in crime has been planning to write exactly this for a while. So, you know, someday.
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He always does, and it always starts the same.
"I know it's late," Bruce says.
"That's all right," Jason says. It's two in the morning, and Jason has to get up in two hours for work, where he'll stand next to Tim for eight hours and not say a word about any of this.
"It's not," Bruce says. His voice is raspy, whiskey and insomnia. Jason's sure he's been up reading one of his big musty books, Keats or Burroughs or some history of Yugoslavia. Bruce is loaded, but he still gets everything second or third hand, says there's more feeling to the books that way.
"I just," Bruce says. "I needed to hear your voice. I - do you remember when we went to that convention? Out in Seattle."
Jason does. He got in some big argument with some pretentious douchebag there, and Bruce was so embarrassed, like he should've known better than to take some seventeen-year- ( ... )
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"What?" Damian asks. It's a perfect night on the beach. Starry, cloudless. The moon's so bright and yellow Dick swears he can see the Watchtower from here.
"Are you, um," Dick says. "Are you feeling okay?"
"Yes," Damian says. He starts pulling food out of an honest-to-god picnic basket. There's no way he didn't have Alfred's help; like Dick, Damian isn't even allowed near the kitchen without supervision. "Why?"
"Well," Dick says. "We're having a picnic. On the beach. Under the stars. It's all a bit… romance novel, isn't it?"
Damian scowls at him. His cheeks turn pink, and Dick kind of wants to kiss both of them in quick succession. "What's your point?"
"It's just," Dick says. "I'm trying to make sure you didn't get bodyswapped or something. I mean, should I call a doctor?"
Damian throws the empty picnic basket at him, hard. Dick ducks, and it goes flying across the sand.
"Well," Damian says. "I guess this date could have just been the two of us on ( ... )
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Could I get #93 with Bruce/Jason where Jay is Damian's nanny?
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