just stuff
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Btw, I wrote an AU Robins at comment_fic, prompt: recording their second album (it was fun! Hee.)
“Okay, so we all know why we’re here.”
Everyone nodded, except Jay who rolled his eyes. Dick ignored him and continued, “Alfred promised he would lock us in a room until we decided what we’re doing next. Let's figure this out before he tries.”
“He can’t really do that, can he?” Steph asked.
“He’s our manager.” Tim replied.
Dick looked around the room, “So, what do you guys think?”
Jason, arms crossed over his chest, was the first to speak, “What for? All we do is fight.”
“No, that’s all you do.” Steph smiled sugary-sweet at him when he cursed. Then, she turned to Dick, her smile gone, “I’m tired of the paparazzi. And the tabloids. Every week I’m sleeping with a different one of you!”
“All those rumors and yet the replacement’s the only one whose hit that…” Jason added an obscene gesture for emphasis.
“Fuck you!” Steph yelled.
“You wish!” Jason winked at her.
“Guys!” Dick took a deep breath, “No one replaced you, Jason. You chose to leave, remember?”
Jason stood up, “That…that joker was stalking me! I couldn’t do anything-go anywhere!-without that freak there!”
“The point is you left,” Tim said, “And Dick couldn’t finish the tour on his own.”
Jason narrowed his eyes, but quickly schooled his face. He smiled at Tim as he sat down again. “Oh, no, of course not,” he mocked, “What would poor Dickie-bird have done without you? Good thing you were there to step in and rescue him. Though, now that I think about it, you were always there. Seems I wasn’t the only one with a stalker. You’re just as bad as that clown.”
“Guys c’mon.”
But Jason couldn’t stop himself and Dick’s plea went unheard. “And you just happened to have a girlfriend who could sing, right? Help golden boy, here, with vocals? How fucking perfect,” Jason sneered, “But once she got the gig, she dumped your ass right quick, didn’t she?”
Tim jumped over the table, knocking over his chair in the process, and managed to land one solid punch to Jay’s jaw before Dick rushed in between them.
“Get out of the way!” Jason yelled, nostrils flaring, hands turned to fists at his side. Steph tried to hold him back with little success.
“Calm down!” Dick yelled, “This is not why we’re here!” When he saw Tim was calm once more, he turned to Jason, “Tim didn’t replace you, Jay. You’ve always been a Robin. Always will be. I couldn’t record another album without you.” He glanced from Tim to Steph, “Without any of you, actually. So…if anyone wants out…?” he swallowed, “We’re done. We each go our separate ways.”
It was silent.
“And…” Steph shrugged one shoulder, “If we don’t want out?”
Dick smirked at her.
Behind him, Tim spoke, “I’ve…been working on some lyrics.”
Dick’s grin grew to a smile. They all turned to Jason, then.
“Fuck it,” he said, “I’m in.”
Dick laughed. “Good. We should go tell Alfred.”
…
Heading down to the parking lot, Dick and Tim were already working on possible album names.
“Hey, blondie, wait up!”
Steph knew she shouldn’t, but she braced herself and waited for Jason to catch up. “What?” she sighed.
“Is it true? About Bruce’s son?”
It was the millionth time she’d been asked that question. Honestly, she was tired of talking about Bruce Wayne. Sure, he founded The Robins, but it had been a long time since he was involved with day-to-day Robin business. Heck, Steph had only met the man a handful of times.
“Yup, the kid wants to be a Robin.”
“Ah, hell no. What did Dickie-bird say?”
Steph could have told him what she knew - that Damian was as good as in - but decided instead to pay Jay back for his earlier comments. She smiled at him, said nothing, and turned to walk away towards her Ricochet.
“That guy’ll let anyone in!” Jason yelled after her, but when she made no sign of having heard him, he cursed under his breath. He jumped on his bike and wondered if he could get to Alfred before the others did. No way was he performing with his replacement and some spoiled rich kid, he didn’t care who his father was.
Hope everyone has a Happy 4th of July! And for those who don't celebrate it, have a nice weekend! =)
Btw, I wrote an AU Robins at comment_fic, prompt: recording their second album (it was fun! Hee.)
“Okay, so we all know why we’re here.”
Everyone nodded, except Jay who rolled his eyes. Dick ignored him and continued, “Alfred promised he would lock us in a room until we decided what we’re doing next. Let's figure this out before he tries.”
“He can’t really do that, can he?” Steph asked.
“He’s our manager.” Tim replied.
Dick looked around the room, “So, what do you guys think?”
Jason, arms crossed over his chest, was the first to speak, “What for? All we do is fight.”
“No, that’s all you do.” Steph smiled sugary-sweet at him when he cursed. Then, she turned to Dick, her smile gone, “I’m tired of the paparazzi. And the tabloids. Every week I’m sleeping with a different one of you!”
“All those rumors and yet the replacement’s the only one whose hit that…” Jason added an obscene gesture for emphasis.
“Fuck you!” Steph yelled.
“You wish!” Jason winked at her.
“Guys!” Dick took a deep breath, “No one replaced you, Jason. You chose to leave, remember?”
Jason stood up, “That…that joker was stalking me! I couldn’t do anything-go anywhere!-without that freak there!”
“The point is you left,” Tim said, “And Dick couldn’t finish the tour on his own.”
Jason narrowed his eyes, but quickly schooled his face. He smiled at Tim as he sat down again. “Oh, no, of course not,” he mocked, “What would poor Dickie-bird have done without you? Good thing you were there to step in and rescue him. Though, now that I think about it, you were always there. Seems I wasn’t the only one with a stalker. You’re just as bad as that clown.”
“Guys c’mon.”
But Jason couldn’t stop himself and Dick’s plea went unheard. “And you just happened to have a girlfriend who could sing, right? Help golden boy, here, with vocals? How fucking perfect,” Jason sneered, “But once she got the gig, she dumped your ass right quick, didn’t she?”
Tim jumped over the table, knocking over his chair in the process, and managed to land one solid punch to Jay’s jaw before Dick rushed in between them.
“Get out of the way!” Jason yelled, nostrils flaring, hands turned to fists at his side. Steph tried to hold him back with little success.
“Calm down!” Dick yelled, “This is not why we’re here!” When he saw Tim was calm once more, he turned to Jason, “Tim didn’t replace you, Jay. You’ve always been a Robin. Always will be. I couldn’t record another album without you.” He glanced from Tim to Steph, “Without any of you, actually. So…if anyone wants out…?” he swallowed, “We’re done. We each go our separate ways.”
It was silent.
“And…” Steph shrugged one shoulder, “If we don’t want out?”
Dick smirked at her.
Behind him, Tim spoke, “I’ve…been working on some lyrics.”
Dick’s grin grew to a smile. They all turned to Jason, then.
“Fuck it,” he said, “I’m in.”
Dick laughed. “Good. We should go tell Alfred.”
…
Heading down to the parking lot, Dick and Tim were already working on possible album names.
“Hey, blondie, wait up!”
Steph knew she shouldn’t, but she braced herself and waited for Jason to catch up. “What?” she sighed.
“Is it true? About Bruce’s son?”
It was the millionth time she’d been asked that question. Honestly, she was tired of talking about Bruce Wayne. Sure, he founded The Robins, but it had been a long time since he was involved with day-to-day Robin business. Heck, Steph had only met the man a handful of times.
“Yup, the kid wants to be a Robin.”
“Ah, hell no. What did Dickie-bird say?”
Steph could have told him what she knew - that Damian was as good as in - but decided instead to pay Jay back for his earlier comments. She smiled at him, said nothing, and turned to walk away towards her Ricochet.
“That guy’ll let anyone in!” Jason yelled after her, but when she made no sign of having heard him, he cursed under his breath. He jumped on his bike and wondered if he could get to Alfred before the others did. No way was he performing with his replacement and some spoiled rich kid, he didn’t care who his father was.
Hope everyone has a Happy 4th of July! And for those who don't celebrate it, have a nice weekend! =)