some recent batman/dc fic recs!!!
I'm never gonna make it 'til the end, I guess by APOLOGETICINSECT on ao3, @isuredolikeechidnas
“Damn.” Steph says. Then: “I know you said you didn’t want this, but… my seventeenth is next year. If you want, you could come? I mean, it’s not gonna be a big deal, but you’re my friend.”
“When is it?” Cass says.
“I’m getting out the invitations early.” Steph says. She laughs. “Next February. You just missed it.”
Cass will be dead by then, by Lady Shiva’s hand. She nods. “I think I’d like that.”
(OR: Five conversations Cass has about family in the run-up to her death, and one her family has about her, afterwards.)
the order of the batgirl by MCUsic_to_my_ears on ao3, @mcusic-to-my-ears
Periods, vigilantism, and the stress, humor, and joy of the two intersecting.
BUT WHO CAN GROW ME A NEW BROTHER? by solistrix on ao3, @pluviatrix
There's no way he could pass for Dick’s actual brother and he’s got the face of a shell-shocked cartoon mouse — but not the cutesy mice, the ones in the old 80's movies that gave Dick nightmares as a child. That plus the fact the Drake kid’s got a thick New Jersey accent he can’t shake and that Dick doesn’t look grown-up enough to be toting around a preteen is sure to get people asking questions. Or worse. So Dick hauls Tim in by the strap on his backpack, steps onto the shoulder, sticks his thumb skyward toward the cloudless cornflower blue of middle America in summer, and prays whoever pulls over lies somewhere boring on the sliding scale between serial killer and snitch.
Dick Grayson turns 20 on March 20th, Jason Todd dies on April 27th, and by May 23rd, Bruce Wayne's ward-not-son is rattling around in the bed of a 1979 Ford F-150 heading anywhere but Gotham, New Jersey. Wayne money and Bat technology can't find him, but he's got a bug-eyed shadow and a raw Robin-shaped wound to haul across the continental United States.
or: road trip, coming-of-age, #Grief Fic triple-threat with a healthy dollop of early accidental Tim acquisition. or about as accidental as Tim acquisition can get
Worlds Apart, Together (Seven Years at the Metropolis Gala) by InForestPlace on ao3
It started with Koriand'r wearing rose gold and emeralds to the Metropolis gala. (The outfit was street legal. She had a lawyer check.)
The next year, Dick wore Tamaranean formalwear beside her: matched opals and not much else.
Then Kara showed up in Argo City upper-caste formal: black opal nanotech covering everything from chin to toe, the House of El crest on her shoulder, not her chest. Showing less skin than anyone in the building and commanding more attention than everyone in it.
Then Diana wore Themysciran battle armor. Then Scott and Barda arrived in the matched formal of two worlds that should have destroyed them. Then Bruce came in a hundred-thousand-dollar tuxedo made of nanoceramic Kevlar that looked like silk.
Then Clark finally stopped wearing a baby suit.
Seven years. Seven galas. Seven answers to the same question: How do you walk into a room and make it yours?
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