for the reverse tropes - I would love to see some bat related nursing home au, that just sounds amazing lol
"If you steal my favorite checkers game one more time, Hood, I will personally make sure the staff finds your switchblades."
Dick "Nightwing" Grayson leaned back in the most comfortable armchair in the common room of the Batmania Nursing Home in Gotham City. Across the table sat Jason Todd, often referred to as Red Hood, since - according to his own fairy tales - he used to be a feared gangster, back before the second hip replacement and the accident on the ice skating rink.
"As if. Nobody's afraid of you, twinkletoes. Just because you used to do gymnastics... doesn't mean jackshit now." Jason pointed the cane leaning next to Dick's chair, an elegant thing made from mahogany, it's handle shaped like a bird about to take flight.
"Gentleman, let's try to get along, yes? Anyone up for a game of chess?" Barbara Gordon's white hair was bound back into a stern up-do, the young nurse wheeling her towards the table barely visible in the presence of Batmania's very own Oracle. Rumor had it that there was nothing Barbara didn't know - and so far that had held true.
"I don't think we have time for chess today, Babs."
"Why? Are you scared, Grayson?"
"No, today is Thursday."
"Ah, you're right." Barbara smiled, all three of them having come into the common room for a reason after all. Jason had even put down his book (some brick by David Graeber), another weapon surely hidden somewhere on his body, in anticipation of what was to come.
Because on Thursdays all three of them welcomed their favorite visitor.
Young Timothy Drake, almost twenty by now. He'd started coming around some years ago, as an afterschool project his parents signed him up to, and now he visited once a week just to see his three favorite old-timers.
And it was quite obvious why they enjoyed his presence so much.
He talked to them.
Better yet, he told them stories.
"Okay, so last time I was here, Red Hood had just returned from the dead to lay claim on Gotham and take revenge on Batman, yes?"
"Finally someone appreciates how badass I am."
"You're not, Todd."
Dick grinned, leaning forward as if to hear Tim better, even though his hearing hadn't left him yet. Jason flipped him off, not daring to loudly interrupt again out of fear that Tim would stop his story.
"Well, the Red Hood is certainly trying to appear daunting in this particular story."
"And where am I in this, Tim?"
"Oh, Oracle is busy in her tower. Have I never told you about the Birds of Prey?"
Timothy Drake was smiling, the rapt attention of his audience invigorating. Barbara shook her head, and he took her hand, ready to guide her into the favorite part of this majestic and heroic universe he had created specifically for them:
Batman. Nightwing. Red Hood. Robin. And, of course, Oracle.
A story just for them.
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I hope you enjoyed that :D It was certainly fun to come up with!!!! And thank you so much!! <3 <3 <3
(send me a Reverse Trope Writing Prompt with a fandom and a set of characters and I'll write something small for you)
