Summary: The other Titans team up and tickle Robin to alleviate his despondent mood.
Recap: "Just because you quit doesn't mean you'll be a true leader," Bruce told his former sidekick. "You've always been a pathetic and gullible person. What makes you think you'll be able to lead your own team?" That insult hurt Robin's feelings so much, he ran out of the Batcave in tears, with Raven following him.
Starfire and the others were standing in the doorway of Robin's room. What they were seeing concerned them. When Bruce told Robin he'd never be a true leader, it hurt his feelings and made him feel like his mentor betrayed him. The other Titans came in and tried to console Robin, who was sadly hugging himself.
"Robin, I know you're upset, but we just can't bear to see you like this," Starfire said, hugging him. Robin didn't respond. He was too upset.
"Guys, I think we should cheer him up," Cyborg suggested.
The other Titans tried from impressions to other silliness, but nothing worked. However, Beast Boy wasn't about to give up. He had another trick up his sleeve. He snuck up on Robin, reached foward and started tickling his tummy from behind.
"Who's ticklish, because here comes the Tickle Monster!" Beast Boy said, continuing to tickle Robin's tummy. Robin started to laugh.
"That tickles!" Robin said as he started laughing.
"Hehe. I see what you did there Beastie!" Cyborg said, amused by Beast Boy's sneak attack. Beast Boy moved to Robin's sides, giving Starfire the opportunity to tickle his tummy.
"Coochie coochie coo!" Starfire said as she wiggled her fingers on Robin's sensitive tummy. He burst out laughing as his worst spot was being tortured.
"STAHAHAHAHAHAP! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE! I'M TOHOHOHOHO TICKLISH FOHOHOHOHOR THIHIHIHIS!" Robin said through his laughter as he was shown no mercy.
"Tickle, tickle, tickle!" Cyborg said, tickling Robin's ribs, causing him to laugh more.
"STAHAHAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIT! I CAHAHAHAN'T STAHAHAHAHAHAHAND GETTING TIHIHIHIHIHICKLED!" Robin protested through his laughter as he was shown no mercy.
"Hey guys!" Terra spoke up. "Let's all tickle his tummy at once!"
Pretty soon, Robin's tummy was being mercilessly tickled by all of the other Titans. He was laughing hysterically as his worst spot was tortured by his friends.
"STAHAHAHAHAP! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE! THAHAHAHAHAT TIHIHIHIHIHICKLES! THIHIHIHIHIS ISN'T FUHUHUHUNNY!" Robin pleaded through his laughter as his friends tickled him.
"You're so cute when you laugh, " Starfire said, grinning.
"NOHOHOHO MOHOHOHOHORE! I'M TOHOHOHOHO TICKLISH FOHOHOHOHOR THIHIHIHIS! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAHAP!" Robin found it very difficult to get any words out without being dissolved by laughter.
After twenty minutes of nonstop tickling, feeling like hours for Robin, Starfire gave a quick tickle to his tummy and then they all stopped tickling him.
"Feeling better?" Beast Boy said, putting his arm around him. Robin hugged his midsection as he caught his breath.
"Y- yes..." Robin said between breaths.
So, Robin was tickled to bits, but at least he was feeling better.
(Takes place during Batman and Robin year one issue #7. Spoilers ahead)
Warning: Feet tickles
It seemed that Grimaldi's forces had begun working heavy overtime. There was barely any rest time for our dynamic duo, not that Richard minded all that much.
"Holy Overtime Batman!" exclaimed Robin.
"Don't" Batman quickly tried to shut Dick down.
"No, really. Is it me, or is it more nuts than usual out there this week" stated the brightly coloured lad as he planted his pixie boots on the bat-mobile dash.
Bruce scowled a little as the boy nonchalantly put his dirty shoes on his car dash. However, Dick was right, it did seem that every mob in Gotham right now was charged up to the max. Bruce agreed with the lad, frowning slightly as Dick yawned. He should be in bed, not fighting crime with him, but they made a deal.
"Feet of the dash" this instruction has been made a billion times and Dick had yet to ever listen.
"Aren't you hungry? Can we eat?" The boy ignored Bruce's direct order, irritating the man further. Bruce took a breath and continued to address the boy for the mission; however, he could not take it as he saw mud and slight spots of blood rub off of the boy's shoes onto his dash, of whom, he (Alfred) cleaned so thoroughly.
"Dick, take your feet off the dash" The dark knight ordered, he tone sounded like he was on his last nerve. The young man walked across that nerve like a tight rope.
"Oh come one Batman, chill out" Robin brushed Batman off.
So, he wanted me to chill out, eh? Thought Bruce. Bruce asked nicely but now there was no more Mister nice Bat. Bruce placed his hand on Dick's stomach and started digging into his tummy. The boy, as expected, yelped on instinct and started defending himself.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?!?!" The little man's question soon dissolved into childish giggles. Bruce released a smile, induced by the precocious little boy's laughter, he almost wanted to laugh along with him. Dick leaned against the car door and tried to kick Bruce away, however Bruce caught one of his legs and placed it down on the dash.
"Nohohoho Bruce waihahatit stop hohold ohon." the circus boy's pleading was left on deaf ears. Bruce took Dick's boot off and began lightly scribbling in the middle of his sole. Higher pitched laughter spilled out of Dick's mouth, the boy blushed as his voice cracked through his hysteria.
"I told you to take your foot off the dash, and look, you're still disobeying me." The billionaire teased. Bruce chuckled as Dick tried to pull his foot of the dash, however Bruce held him steady, tormenting the flesh on his arch and heel.
"Dick, all I'm asking you to do, is take your foot off the dash."
"Lehehet me gohohoho." Dick squealed as he tried to pull his foot off the dash. The acrobat, pulled at his leg but to no avail, Bruce's nails danced on the ball of his foot. Dick gripped Bruce's arms, tears at his eyes and face flushed from laughter.
"DAHAHAD STAHAHAP" slipped out of Dick's mouth of which was stretched into a smile. Bruce slowed down, his eyes widened, it wasn't often Dick called him dad. Maybe once or twice behind his back, but never to his face.
"I didn't mean-, well I-" Dick stuttered.
"Don't worry about it Dick." Bruce let go Dick's ankle and ruffled his ward's hair. Bruce took the car out of auto pilot and continued driving as they got closer to their destination.
Soon enough, the duo stood over Franco Bertinelli's favourite restaurant.
"I'm not really feeling Italian" said the Boy Wonder.
Nancy flinched as Robin shouted and jumped. The woman on the screen screamed as the killer came out of nowhere and attacked her.
"I thought you watched movies for a living?" Nancy teased, curling back into her girlfriend's side.
"I do, but I usually avoid horror." Robin wrapped her arm around her shoulders, staring intently at the television. "Hits a little too close to home."
"Fair."
"Besides, you jumped too."
Nancy's jaw dropped dramatically as she looked up. There was a faint smirk on the younger girl's face.
"I only jumped because you did!" She retorted, poking her side. Robin flinched and glanced at her.
"I thought we agreed no… poking during the movie." She muttered, blushing slightly.
"Fine, fine." Nancy held her arms up in surrender. "No poking."
The couple fell into silence, enraptured by the main character finding the body. Nancy leaned her head against Robin's shoulder, enjoying the closeness. Robin pulled her closer in response.
Eventually, they came upon a scene that included the main character creeping through a dark building. Robin was ridged, her eyes wide as the music slowly crept faster. Nancy glanced up at her and had an evil idea that brought a devilish grin to her face.
She leaned back, trapping Robin's arm against the couch, and grabbed her other hand. Robin squeezed it in response, her eyes not leaving the screen.
Nancy cuddled closer, turning her head to rest her chin on Robin's shoulder. Then she waited.
Soon enough, the music in the movie died down, dropping the scene into silence. Robin inhaled, holding her breath in anticipation. Nancy held her breath too, but for quite a different reason. Just as the killer burst forth, Nancy lunged up and blew a deadly raspberry right into the crook of Robin's neck.
The scream the main character let out was muffled by the shriek Robin let loose. She cackled and twisted away, dragging Nancy down with her as she slipped off the couch.
"Nancy!" She whined over her girlfriend's laughter. "We agreed on no poking!"
"Thahat wahasn't a pohoke though!" Nancy defended.
"You know what I meant!" Robin shoved her girlfriend off her, blushing madly. "Now we're gonna have to rewind the movie.
Nancy glanced at the screen, then back down to her girlfriend on the floor. She smirked and paused the movie.
"We can finish it later." She decided. "I found a better activity."
Robin's eyes widened and she scrambled to sit up, but Nancy pushed her back down and dug her fingers into her ribs. Robin burst into cackles and shut her eyes tight so as to not see her girlfriend's smirk.
"You know, I think I need to remind you of the difference between 'tickle' and 'poke'." Nancy mused, moving her fingers upwards. "Luckily, I am quite knowledgeable on the subject."
Oooo could you write one where Dick is being a little shit, so Artemis and Beast Boy give him raspberries after pinning him down?
"Oh my god! Dick, can I please get a single second of silence?" Artemis shouts in exasperation, "how does Wally put up with this all the time?"
"Is Wally any better?" Dick asks, hanging with one hand from the chandelier.
"At least he's not raining ash down on us from the popcorn ceiling," Gar yawns, having woken up from his nap to the feeling of dust falling on his face. "Dick, can you, like, take a chill pill?"
"No can do, Gar! Alfred started giving Bruce stronger coffee because Bruce has been falling asleep at his desk more because he's getting old but Alfred doesn't know that I drink Bruce's coffee too so now we're both getting an extra dose of caffeine in our days, isn't that great? Tell me it's great. I know it's great."
"Dick!" Artemis yells when a piece of white dust lands directly on her nose, "the chandelier was not made for you to do your Flying Graysons tricks on!"
"Are you sure? I feel like Bruce definitely could've foreseen this and I think it would have been pretty smart if he had installed super duper strong chandeliers because I always swing on the chandeliers at the Manor. They're super strong, don't you think? I think so."
Gar rolls his eyes before morphing into an eagle, flying up to where Dick is doing quadruple flips on the chandelier and grabbing the back of his shirt in his beak, returning the boy to the ground.
"Aww, c'mon, Gar! I want to fly, you can fly, it's not fair, I want to fly!"
"Okay," Artemis says once Gar has placed Dick in front of her, "here's what we're going to do. You," she points a finger into Dick's chest, "are going to take a fucking nap. There's no way that your coffee high is healthy, and this feels like something we're going to have to bring up to Wally later."
"Wally? He doesn't need to know. He's my boyfriend, you know? His job is to sit there and be pretty, and he's really good at that. So good in fact-"
"Dick, did you take in anything I said?" Artemis asks, mouth agape.
"You said something about Wally. I think he's in Atlantic City right now, something about a bad speedster? How do the bad ones get powers? I don't-"
"Dick!" Gar shouts, back in his human form, "you gotta calm down, buddy."
"I am calm, I swear. I feel great, I feel like- AH!" Dick recoiled with a giggle when Artemis had stuck a finger into his side in an attempt to silence the Robin.
Her eyes lit up, a wicked smile growing on her face, and her fingers were quick to repeat their motion. She skitters her fingers up and down his sides and ribs, pleased with the result.
Gar joins, having picked up a feather that had fallen to the floor in his bird form to tickle along Dick's ears and collarbones, eliciting adorable, squeaky giggles from hi,/
"Ahahartemis! Gahahahar!" Nohoho!" Dick giggled, squirming where he stood. "Stahahahap! Ihihit tihihihickles!"
"That's like, the whole point, Robin," Artemis laughs, "you don't seem to be moving a whole lot, though."
She pulls Dick in by the waist until he's splayed across her lap, giggling himself silly.
It's safe to say Dick ends up taking a nap, eventually.
And maybe later Wally thinks the coffee dilemma deserves a round two.
Hey friends! Here's a quick Robin and Steve fic, with a bit of Eddie sprinkled in because I have no self control. This scenario popped into my head and I thought it was funny. Let me know what you think!
WC: 1.1k
Fandom: Stranger Things (no spoilers, i don't think), ler!Steve and lee!Robin
TW: I mention pregnancy once? It makes sense I promise. No one is actually pregnant. Also, there is a joint bc Eddie's got to make some money somehow.
“Steve…” Robin’s voice trembles. Steve looks up from the beer he’s slowly nursing by the side of his pool. Eddie and Nancy pause their heated conversation - something about the merits (or lack thereof) of higher education, Steve thinks, but he stopped paying attention ten minutes ago. Eddie’s hands flex when he’s making a point, and that has been sufficiently distracting for the past few minutes.
He lifts his feet from the water and turns to face Robin. Her eyes are glassy, and Steve is suddenly brought back to a different conversation, on the floor of a grimy mall bathroom. He swallows, brows furrowing in that adorably concerned way of his, and he says, “What's up, Robin?”
“I… There’s something I wanted to ask you,” Robin says, not quite looking in his eyes. Nancy and Eddie very pointedly go back to their debate, voices rising a little to avoid eavesdropping.
“Okay…” Steve says slowly, getting up all the way and plopping down next to Robin where she’s spread out a towel. “Is it something… bad?”
“I don’t know,” Robin whispers, playing with the threads on the edge of her towel.
Steve grabs her hand in both of his, rubbing his thumbs over her fingers soothingly. “Whatever it is, I’m sure we can figure it out.”
“Yeah… yeah you’re right,” Robin breathes out.
Steve braces himself for - he doesn’t know what, really, as the only thing he can think of is that Robin might be pregnant, which is absurd because a) she’s gay, and b) if she had sex with someone, he would definitely have been informed. He shakes that thought off and wills himself to keep a neutral face, despite the anxiety he’s feeling.
“It’s just… I was wondering…” Robin takes a deep breath. “Would you still love me if I was a worm?”
“Would I - what?” Steve asks, desperately confused. “I don’t even - what?”
There’s a solid five seconds before Robin bursts into raspy laughter. “Ohohoho my god,” she cackles. “Your fahahahace! I should have taken a picture. That was tohoho perfect.”
Steve just looks at her. “I am so confused.”
Robin laughs harder. “I know! You got all worried, you did the whole Mama Steve routine, oh my god. Eddie!” She turns to where Eddie and Nancy are still sitting. “You owe me a joint, asshole! Told you I could do it!”
“Told him you could do what?” Steve says, still feeling like he was missing something.
“Goddammit, Harrington,” Eddie says, eyes gleaming, walking over and handing Robin a joint goodnaturedly. “I bet Robin that she couldn’t get you to go full “Mama Bear Steve” on her. I thought it was reserved for just the kids. Clearly,” he gestures to where Steve is still holding one of Robin’s hands in his, “I was wrong.”
Steve turns back to Robin, betrayed. “You made a bet on me?”
Robin grins toothily back at him. “And I won! We’re platonic-with-a-capital-P soulmates, Steve, I know exactly how you work.”
“Oh yeah?” Steve asks, raising one eyebrow. “Then you should know exactly what I’m going to do next.”
Robin barely has time to look confusedly at Steve in return before he’s latching on to her sides, and holy shit, that tickles. “Steheheheheheve, wahahahit - nononono!” she cries as he squeezes over and over.
“Nope. This is exactly what you deserve for making fun of me,” Steve says smugly, spidering his hands up to drill into her ribs.
“Plehehehehease! It was a johohohoke,” Robin giggles.
“Yeah, I know. And this is revenge,” Steve says. He carefully pushes Robin down onto her back, making sure her head doesn’t hit the ground too hard. Robin’s hands bat uselessly at his own, until he grabs them both and pins them under his knees.
“Wait! Wahahait, Haharrington dohohohon’t,” giggles pitching up as he lets her ribs go and wiggles his fingers in the air above her tummy.
“Don’t what, Buckley? I’m literally not even doing anything,” Steve says, eyes glinting evilly.
“Oooooh, Stevie, I didn’t know you could be so mean,” Eddie calls over to them. “It’s kinda doing it for me, not gonna lie.”
“Yeah? Well, you’re fucking next, Munson, don’t think for a second that I’ve forgotten about you,” Steve says over his shoulder, completely missing the way Eddie’s face turns beet red. Nancy laughs at him.
Tired of teasing his best friend, Steve finally starts actually tickling Robin’s tummy, and she promptly goes ballistic.
“OhohohohOH MY GAHAHAHAD,” she shrieks, pulling desperately at her trapped hands.
“Yeah? This a bad spot?” Steve teases.
“YohOHOHOU KNOW IT IS,” Robin manages, tears leaking out of her scrunched-closed eyes. “DiHIHIHIHINGUS!”
“I’m not hearing an apology,” Steve sing-songs, sliding his hands under her loose top and raking his blunt nails over the sides of her tummy.
“I’m sohohohohorry! Ihihihi’m sohohoho fuhuhucking sorry, Steheheheve, plehehease!” Robin’s cackles start to die down as Steve slows his fingers. She takes deep breaths and tries to slow her giggles, relaxing a little, thinking that Steve’s finished his revenge.
“Mmm,” Steve hums. “You know what really, really sucks for you?” he asks, smirking at Robin. He leans down, catches her eye, and says, “That wasn’t even your worst spot,” before darting his hands behind him and squeezing just above her knees.
And Robin. Fucking. Screams.
“Jesus H Christ, Buckley, are you actually being murdered?” Eddie says with a smile, but he’s completely drowned out by Robin’s desperate howls.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHA,” she laughs, unable to remember even one of the languages she speaks. “PLEHEAHAHAHAHAHA!”
Steve stops after only a few moments, knowing Robin can’t take it when anyone gets her knees. “Okay, okay, breathe, Ro, I’m done,” he laughs, releasing her arms and pulling her up into his lap for a hug. He gently rubs her back as she comes back down to earth.
“Ohohoho my gohohod,” Robin snickers. “I cahahan’t… That was sohoho mehehean.” She pulls back to look him in the face. “You are a mehehean person, Steve Haharrington.”
“Yeah, yeah, don’t act like you didn’t deserve every minute,” Steve says, playfully tugging on a strand of her hair. “Also, of course I would still love you if you were a worm. In case you were actually wondering.”
“Whahatever,” Robin says, exhausted but still pleased at the answer.
“Also, you’re definitely sharing that joint with me later.”
Steve eases her back down to lay on the towel, then stands up and stretches, cracking his knuckles casually. He eyes a now-nervous looking Eddie Munson hungrily. Eddie swallows.
“Now, Munson,” Steve says, barely keeping a straight face. “Are you going to come get yours and take it like a man, or do I have to come to you?”
A silly grin makes its way unbidden onto Eddie’s face. He considers for a moment, weighing his options. At the end of the day, though, he’s Eddie fucking Munson, and there is one thing he can always be relied upon to do when faced with danger.
