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Batkid Drabble - "Mimic"
((For @dangerousdan-dan! Reverse Robins AU, ages: Dick - 9, Steph - 18, Tim - 19, Damian - 24.
An important lore note: Damian used to only put on a Gotham accent in costume while dealing with civilians, but someone (Tim) heard him speaking with his natural accent and might possibly had used that to help figure out his identity. No he's not still smug and Damian isn't still bitter, they're grown adults who are totally over this.))
“Ta da!” Steph said as she finished helping Dick into his new sweater and yanked the hood down over his eyes.
Dick giggled and shoved it back into its proper place. The hoodie was definitely a little too big, the sleeves falling down to cover his hands, but it was also soft and warm and had a dark blue chevron design across the chest, subtle but distinctive against the black background.
“You’re a mini-Nightwing!” Steph cooed. “Mitewing!”
Dick folded his arms and put on a serious expression. “Tt. Your footwork is abysmal. I’ve seen fish that could do better,” he said in a shockingly good impression of Damian’s natural accent.
“Nightwing does not sound like that,” Damian pointed out from the doorway (as he uncrossed his arms to make the imitation slightly less accurate).
“Well not anymore,” Tim muttered under his breath. Damian shot him a glare; Steph tried and failed to turn her laugh into a cough.
“Who needs Batman anyway?” Dick said, seamlessly switching to a very passable generic Gotham accent like the one Damian used while in costume.
“Yeah, you get it! Nightwing’s way better.” Steph held out a hand for a fist bump, ignoring Tim’s sigh.
((Cross-posted to AO3))
Bat Drabble - "Confessions
((Day 23 of @fluff-cember, Steph learning about some YJ shenanigans for @roseandgold137))
“So how does Santa work anyway?” Steph asked around a mouthful of popcorn. “Like, does he just hibernate under the ice like a cicada? Or is he like a ghost who only manifests at Christmas?”
“I refuse to speculate,” Tim said emphatically.
“Seriously?” Steph glanced at him and raised her eyebrows. “You? Mr. Here’s-a-complete-timeline-and-bibliography-of-Bigfoot-theories?”
“He’s just mad about that time we had to deliver the presents,” Bart said without looking up from his game.
After a moment’s thought, Steph decided that yes, she had heard correctly, but that didn’t mean she had any idea what that meant. “What?”
“Well, after Santa exploded someone had to do it, and it took forever, and we maybe got a few of them wrong, and Tim was pretty mad about it,” Bart elaborated completely unhelpfully.
“Timeout, pause, what was that about Santa exploding?” Steph demanded, but Tim was already talking over her.
“I’m just saying if he’s functionally immortal he could have regenerated or resubstantiated or whatever and taken care of it himself.”
“Timothy, did you blow up Santa?”
“No!”
“The evil alien energy blast did,” Bart said matter-of-factly.
“Sure. Of course.” Steph stared fiercely at Tim until he sighed and started explaining properly.
((Crossposted to AO3; direct reference to YJ 98 #40 for the actual story!))
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Bat Drabble - "Winter Storm"
((Day 22 of @fluff-cember, featuring Tim and Dick in Blüdhaven for @dizaryswrites! Thank you for the request!))
“Are you sure?” Tim asked, hovering with his hands shoved in his hoodie pocket as Dick scrounged up spare bedding.
“Of course I’m sure. What are you going to do, ice skate back to Gotham?”
“It’s not that bad yet,” Tim protested rather weakly.
“Yet.” Dick dropped everything on the couch and ran a hand back through his hair. “I mean, I know my place isn’t exactly the Ritz, but you’re always welcome here, you know?”
“Yeah,” Tim said with an awkward little shuffle before straightening up with a grin. “Kind of a toss-up, but I guess I’d rather risk your gross couch than crash and get stranded somewhere.”
“Hey, my couch isn’t that bad. It barely has any bloodstains at all!” Dick spread out one of the blankets, effectively covering whatever stains might be present. “See?”
“Martha Stewart would be proud,” Tim said as he plopped down and tucked his feet up.
“Ha ha.” Dick ruffled his hair. “Goodnight, sleep tight, et cetera.”
“Don’t let the bed bugs bite?” Tim filled in.
“Eh,” Dick shrugged as he headed for his room. “They don’t eat much.”
“You’re not funny!” Tim called after him. Dick’s laughter said he begged to differ.
((Crossposted to AO3))
Batkid Drabble - "Chocolate"
((Day 16 of @fluff-cember, some Reverse Robins for @dizaryswrites! Dick is 8, Steph is 17, Damian is 23))
“See, the trick is, if you’re reeeeeally careful you get the wrapper off but keep its shape,” Steph explained. Damian demonstrated, meticulously loosening the wrapper just enough to pop the coin out and hand it to Dick, who immediately stuffed the whole thing in his mouth.
“Then,” Steph continued around her own mouthful of chocolate, “you fit it all back together, pinch it a little et voilá!” She displayed a very intact-looking chocolate coin balanced delicately in her palm and Damian placed his neatly next to it. “Now you’re ready for mischief.”
Dick carefully picked up the decoys, grinning hugely.
((Crossposted to AO3))
Batfic - "Pit Sematary"
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Rating: Teen and Up
Category: Gen
Characters/Relationships: Dick Grayson & Jason Todd & Tim Drake & Cassandra Cain & Damian Wayne
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Kid Fic, As in they are literal children in this, Lazarus Pit (DCU), And the wild misuse thereof, Both in the story and in me playing EXTREMELY fast and loose with their canon, The vibe here is kind of Batkids does Goosebumps so, Rated for language mainly, Humor, Silly, Happy Halloween!!
Summary:
“Don’t worry, B, I got this!” Dick had said confidently as Bruce and Alfred prepared to leave for the weekend.
He had meant it, too, was the thing. They were only going to be gone for one night, and Dick was basically an adult, and all he really had to do was reheat dinner and make sure no one had to go to the ER.
He totally had it.
In which an attempt to repair a beloved broken toy brings it back just a little bit...wrong.
((For @dizaryswrites, because I don't know if you remember the conversation that spawned this but it's definitely your fault.))
Bat Drabble - "Cold Turkey"
((Day 28 of @fluff-cember for Kat, me wildly misinterpreting the phrase in a too literal sense, for comedy!))
“Do you think he would wear a hat?” Steph asked as Damian carefully adjusted the sweater around Jerry’s wings. Jerry mostly seemed more interested in his snack than anything else.
“It probably wouldn’t stay on.”
“But it would be super cute while it did! We could make him one that looks like a turkey. Turkeyception.”
“What…” Jason had paused mid-step and was looking between the three of them with a deeply confused expression. “Are you dressing up a turkey?”
“It’s winter,” Damian said matter-of-factly. “He’s cold.”
“Obviously,” Steph said, rolling her eyes dramatically.
Jerry fluffed his wings and continued eating.
((Crossposted to AO3))
