#thursdaybatfamprompt

[scootboot97]

It’s just a toy, it’s fine !

The door creaked open and Damian crept in. Tim’s room glowed lightly from the light of his computer screen, He was still up after patrol had been cut short for the night. Tim glanced up as he entered,“what's wrong munchkin, bad dream ?”  

After that night where Tim dumped his most personal secret into Damian's lap they had been closer. Damian was strangely protective of the taller boy. Getting in the way of more aggressive play and sitting with him at dinner, even going as far as to bring Tim his favorite blanket if he thought it was needed. Damian stopped in the middle of the room, seeming to reconsider his action.

 “ it’s fine I’m just playing some computer games before bed. “ Tim reassured him, Sometimes Damian was a little weird about interrupting him. Sometimes it was fine and he would sit silently beside Tim and entertain himself and sometimes he acted like he wanted permission to be there. 

 Damian headed for Tim’s closet and pulled open the door, disappearing inside with a soft thump.  Tim was at his side in a flash, relieved when he found Damian kneeling beside a pile of stuffed animals and not snooping through anything else. 

 “ I cannot find my monkey, “ he muttered, kneeling in the pile of stuffed toys. Tim leaned over to watch, biting his lip as the smaller boy chose a doll before trying to leave the room, gray plush dragon clutched under his arm. 

That was fine, sharing is caring after all.

“ you can uh, stay if you want. “ Tim called as Damian trudged out.  

The smaller boy turned and looked at him, seeming to consider it, looking between the big bed and Tim.  “ Common you can help me create some Sims “ Tim coaxed as he climbed back into his bed, pulling the blanket back for Damian to join him. “ I suppose that would be alright “ Damian allowed, cheeks turning the faintest shade of pink as he climbed in the bed, 

He snuggled into Tim’s shoulder with the dragon in his lap while Tim brought up the Sims on his laptop. 

 Yeah there was no problem here, 

The problem came the next morning when, for some reason Damian brought the dragon to breakfast. They were sitting on the couch watching early morning cartoons when Dick spotted it. He stopped dead still in the living room. Cereal half way to his mouth.   

“ where did you get a bad dragon doll, “ 

They looked up at him, Damian not understanding why he sounded almost scandalized. Tim playing dumb. “ why, is it yours?” Damian asked, Dick shook his head, “ nah its a uh limited edition doll form a while ago is all, they were real popular and I haven't seen one in a while. ”  Damian frowned at him, and Tim tried hard to control the blush on his face. Dick backed out of the room eating his mushy cereal and that was it. 

If Tim thought that was it he was wrong. 

Jason cornered him by his room later that night.

 “ Dick tells me you have a naughty stuffed animal “ Tim rolled his eyes, “ it's not dirty, it's a perfectly normal stuffed animal.” Jason grinned “ a normal stuffed animal you got from a porn website. “ The bigger boy chuckled and looked around before leaning in to continue harassing him. “ you got it from a porn site and your just, letting the baby sleep with it and carry it around the house “ he teased. Tim blushed but rolled his eyes,

 “ it's not like its anatomically correct jeez.  They lapse into silence as Dick runs by with Damian and Titus on his heels. He’s laughing breathlessly as he sprints down the hall and skids around a corner.  

 “ soooo, you got anything else from bad dragon hidden in your room ?” Jason asked, side eyeing Tim with a devious grin on his face.  Tim flushed beat red from his neck to his ears. Swatting at Jason with both hands. “ No! Shhhh! Not while Damians around !”

[graaaaceeliz]

If there's one person, it's you.

So the prompt was dragons, but I got carried away and wrote 1200 or so words of Harvey with TB and his best mate Crown Prince Bruce Wayne of Gotham snuggling him. There will be dragons in Chapter 2, for plot purposes.

“Harvey!” Bruce hissed at his best friend through the crack of the window, glancing furtively up into the starred night sky. “Harv, wake up, I have a situation.” His friend groaned a little, shuffling deeper into his cocoon of blankets. Nothing else for it, then, sighed Bruce, but to go in. He hated having to intrude on Harvey’s private spaces without invite – it wasn’t like the Narrows allowed many people the privacy Harvey protected so vehemently.

Bruce carefully pressed himself through the tiny window. These little flats were at most three rooms, and Harvey’s was a single room with a shared toilet down the corridor that only worked four days in a week. Cholera was a risk that still existed here, much to Bruce’s despair and morbid amazement. Cholera, and all the other diseases found in city slums. Diphtheria. Typhoid. Measles, rubella, deficiency diseases like rickets and scurvy. The packet of medicine in his chest pocket felt far too light.

Harvey barely awoke as Bruce whispered his name again. The hard floor was worn smooth with age, but it felt like they were forever plucking splinters out of each other’s palms and feet and knees and elbows. If only the dragons would come back – they’d take down the corrupted government and their healing breath could cure all the desperate poor, especially the children. Pushing himself to his knees, Bruce repeated Harvey’s name louder. They couldn’t wake the neighbours; nobody could know that the young Crowned Prince was sneaking into the slum of all slums to visit the disowned son of the Narrows’ cruelest man.

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[dick-g-ayson]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Title: Dragons of Gotham.

Chapters: 2/?

Summary: For years Jason Todd thought he was the only Dragon in Gotham, after the death of his mother Catherine. That reality changes the night he decides to steal Batman's tires.

[dick-g-ayson]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Wally sighed for what felt like the millionth time, as he carefully pulled out more damaged feathers from Dick's wings. The feathers of his blue grey peregrine wings were either broken, twisting in on themselves, or burnt beyond saving.

His wings weren't the only thing broken. His right leg was in a cast, his left arm was wrapped in burn-salve soaked bandages from shoulder to finger tips. His wrist and hand of that arm were in a splint. His head and chest were wrapped, and Wally could see a few of the burns that covered his partner's body, peeking out at the edges.

He pulled out a damaged feather and winced in sympathy, his own molten brown wings twitching, as Dick's whole body shuddered.

Freckled fingers ghosted over scarred golden skin, offering what comfort he could. Knowing he'd be causing Dick pain for the next while, as he finished pulling out the damaged feathers.

As he placed the feather on the pile with the others, his fingers shook. Vision blurring slightly as he brought them back to Dick's back. He brought his other hand up, wiping the tears away before they could fall. He doesn't know if they're from worry, fear, or anger. Or a debilitating mix of all three.

"Why. Why'd you do it Dickie?"

[dick-g-ayson]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Title: Dragons of Gotham

Chapters: 1/?

Summary: For years Jason Todd thought he was the only Dragon in Gotham, after the death of his mother Catherine. That reality changes the night he decides to steal Batman's tires.