Jason recognized that his name was called but blatantly ignored it, involved in repairing his motorcycle.
He gripped the wrench in his hand stronger and jerked a bolt extra tight to let out his annoyance, mumbling, "Tim..."
"JAYJAY?! YOUR ASSISTANCE IS BEING REQUESTED!"
He looked up from his spot kneeling in front of one of the tires. He huffed as he threw his wrench aside into a toolbox and wiped the grease off with a handkerchief, "What do you want, baby bird?"
"DAMIAN'S SMOTHERING COLIN WITH HIS PELICAN!"
He wiped the back of his still oily hand on his forehead, "Again?"
"HURRY PLEA--- AAAGH DAMIAN, MY LEG IS NOT FOR TEETHING!"
Rubbing his temple with his fingers, he walked at his leisurely own pace down the hall, despite Tim's desperate cries echoing down the halls. He finally located where the shouting was coming from and creaked the door open with one hand to peek in.
All three of the young boys were engaged in a frenzied dog pile. Tim was on the bottom, looki
Good Ol' DaysJason/TimGood Ol' Days4 years ago in Humor More Like This
Jason sat there at his older brother, Dick's, computer, watching a video of when he and
Tim were younger. He tried hard not grin at their childish antics.
Younger Jason had been holding a huge brief case that at that time belonged to Bruce Wayne - before he was put into an old farts home that is and chatting with the smaller boy as if they were a married couple. Jason was about six years old while Timmy was about three.
Not that he would ever admit it to anyone especially Dick , he kinda missed those days. Timmy would hug him, kiss his cheek, and pretend to get a divorce then make up later that day. They both had little rings they would put on every morning when they woke up in the same bed and Tim greeted with either Jayjay or Jaybird. Now that Tim and Jason were older, they didn't see one another that much anymore after Stephanie had died it had been pretty hard for Timmy-; they kinda just hung around with the rest of t
The BestThe smalles and youngest member of the Batfamily, little Damian Wayne, crawls down a hallway of Wayne manor on his hands and knees, making his way to his favorite brother's bedroom. The door is already cracked open slightly so he pushes it farther gently with his tiny, tiny hand. Once there is enough space to continue he goes through, not stopping until he reaches the space of carpet next to the massive bed. He looks up and sees his big brother Dick tucked under the sheets, lips parted as he tries to draw breath, face flushed with fever. His normally bright, electric blue eyes are now hazy and barely open, sweat pouring down his brow. The baby's eyes slant with concern, heart aching at the sight.The Best4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Big Brudah" manages to turn his head against the pillow to look down at Damian, forcing a smile onto his dry lips to comfort the child.
"Hey, little D..." he says. "Sorry, I can't play with you today...I'm not feeling very well.: He coughs violently, covering his mouth with his
Hold You Wesley lazily ruffled the hair on the back of his head with his hand as he tapped on the door. R.J. had gone out on a solo mission and he had attempted to keep himself preoccupied to no avail. It wouldn't hurt to check if he was back, he figured, so he sped on over. He blew a raspberry and picked at the ground with the toe of his sneaker vacantly as the pounding of feet running to the door got closer then the lock clicked open.Hold You4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hello-- Oh! Wesley!" Raina grinned wide at seeing Wesley standing at the door and he flicked his head in acknowledgement and grinned back. "Hey. Is R.J. back?" He said politely, but couldn't resist the urge to look past her shoulder to check for himself. "Oh." Her expression fell instantly and she put her hands on her hips, "He's in his room. He might not want to see you though---" He didn't waste a second as he zipped past her, leaving a blur and a blast of air in his wake.
"R.J.!" His knocking echoed like thunde
GiftDamian lays back against the wooden headboard of his massive bed, arms cushioning the back of his head. He stared straight ahead, not looking at anything in particular, just resting. Thinking. Thinking about his new partnership with his father, thinking about what lies ahead for him, and even thinking about the absence of his old mentor Dick Grayson. He wouldn't admit it to anyone but he really thinks of him as his older brother and he truly cherishes the time they'd spent together.Gift4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Dick and Bruce were definitely different. After a few nights on patrol, he'd found that he actually missed the quirky quips that slipped out from his mentor occasionally. He missed the simple reassurance, and he missed the subtle warmth that could be found woven within his strong voice that never really left.
The boy closes his aqua blue eyes and sighs, the frown on his lips deepening ever so slightly. Then comes a knock at the door. His eyes snap open once again and he shifts his sharp gaze to the do
GoodnightNOTE: Dick and Damian brother fic. Yes.Goodnight4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It's barely there; anyone else wouldn't have even heard it, but I do, and it makes one of my eyes pop open. Of course, it's not like I was asleep in the first place. It's been raining like crazy outside for the past five hours. Thunder, lightning, the works. I'd actually like to get some sleep when I don't have to "work" ya know. I glance at my bedroom doorway out into the hall and see a shadow just at the edge. Too small and hesitant to be Alfred. That leaves only one person and I'm really not that surprised.
"Damian?" I call out softly. The shadow flinches, hesitates, then draws closer until the little devil comes into clear view. He's dressed down in his lime green pajamas with kittens on them, feet bare, and hair a tangled mess. He's scowling at me like he always does but there's something else besides annoyance hidden in those blue eyes. I wouldn't tell him that though. Kid needs his pride.
"Hmph," he grunts. "Very good dedu
Little DevilDick Grayson was probably going to get killed for this later but at that moment he didn't really care. Bruce had given him and his boyfriend Wally some more freedom but that probably didn't include sleeping in the same bed, him with only a too-big shirt and his partner wearing only pants. The Boy Wonder had been allowed to have a sleepover at Wally's place with Barry supervising and being the boys they were, a food fight broke out a mere two hours after he'd gotten there. This wouldn't have been a problem if Dick's spare clothes hadn't been caught in the crossfire. They were currently in the washer and Barry had been the one to suggest borrowing some of Wally's clothes. When it was time for bed (translation: Wally got sleepy), Dick had merely slipped off the too-big shorts and settled for the giant black T-shirt that read "Little Devil" in bright yellow letters as his nightwear. He'd hesitated about climbing into bed with the ginger but being the encouraging person he was, Uncle BarryLittle Devil4 years ago in Romance More Like This
It's Not StalkingSometimes I like to watch him talk endlessly. Other times I will take slow glances at him when he's not looking. Most the time though, I stare down at him while he sleeps. I'm not a stalker-- at least I wouldn't consider myself that. I rather call it admiring somebody out of my reach. Kid Flash was way out of my reach. He'd never like me the way I like him unless I magically turn into a female. To be honest, I rather not have to deal with my body getting a 'gift' every month nor do I want to deal with having to give child birth (not saying I want kids, but it's one of the many things I would hate if I was a girl).It's Not Stalking4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
No, I'm happy the way I am. Well, actually, I'm not happy because I can't have KF, but you know what I mean. I want to be a boy and I don't care that liking Kid Flash makes me gay. I'll shout it to the world- I'll even tell Batman. It doesn't matter, however. I could tell anyone about my feelings for Kid Flash. I could tell everyone but him. I may be the
Big BrotherSlam!Big Brother4 years ago in Drama More Like This
I slam my bedroom door hard behind me as I storm through the manor towards the batcave. For the first time in my life, i was actually getting some damn sleep when Father called through some hidden device in my room. He'd said to come down to the Batcave immediately, without any question. He didn't say it was a mission. He didn't say it was urgent. Just to get down there.
Even though these people are my family, they irritate me to no end. Father is commanding, Alfred is too non-chalant, and Grayson-where do I even start with Grayson? He's too easy-going, joking, laid-back, irresponsible, bossy-the list could go on and on. If it wasn't for being loyal to my father's way, I probably would have killed him by now.
I've gone soft.
I flip the hidden switch and wait for the entrance to be revealed to me, then storm down the stairs, scowling as my family comes into sight.
"What do you want now?" I start. "I was actually trying to-"
I stop dead in my tracks and
Reboot-BuddahtheBob's ContestDamian was not amused.Reboot-BuddahtheBob's Contest4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
While Dick was away running errands, he had given the task of watching Damian and Colin to Tim and Fatgirl. Neither was up to par. Everything they did screamed of incompetence and Damian was getting tired of their failures. Fatgirl built the Legos wrong, (Dicks were structurally sound). Tim gave their teddys a deep voice, (Dick used high pitched ones 'cause he knew it made Damian giggle). They both tried to play peek-a-boo with him even though he was FAR too mature for it, (never mind that it was one of his favorites to play with Dick before bed). All in all, Damian really wanted Dick to return home soon.
In a last attempt to entertain him, Tim and Steph went to retrieve his collection of toy cars from his playroom, oblivious to the small forms of Damian and Colin trailing after them.
"Damian's being especially difficult today." Tim stated casually to Steph, rummaging through the bin of cars.
"Maybe this is his way of rebelling against the Reboot?" Ste
The Quickest WayGuuurrrha...The Quickest Way4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Welcome home, Evans." Raina didn't look up from the book she was reading on the
"Heeeey, Raina..." Wesley trudged down the hall to the living room, taking heavy steps and clutching his stomach with his eyes half open.
She glanced up momentarily before going back to scanning the lines of her book, "Someone's a bit hungry."
"Agh, yeah..." He grinned slightly, "Didn't mean to bother you." His stomach gurgled again and he pressed his arm into it stronger, "Quiet you, we'll eat soon enough!"
"Evans, please enlighten me on why you feel it necessary to hold conversation with your stomach." She shot him a look and raised her eyebrow.
"Because it's talking back to me?" He shrugged and frowned as it continued to groan at him, "Fine, fine, I hear you loud and clear." He huffed slightly and went into the kitchen. Raina rolled her eyes and flipped to the next page as Wes whistled a little tune and opened up the cupboards.
"Eh?" He closed the doors then opened them up aga
Never Too Fast for MeWally West was curled up on his bed with his little Robin tucked into his arms. Both boys were far into the world of sleep, absorbed into their dreams. However, Wally's was more of a nightmare. He was being chased by a number of terrible creatures: giant taco heads, meat monsters, and tuna salad. Mirroring his actions in the dream, Wally's real body squirmed as he tried to get away. Deciding he was getting absolutely nowhere, he revved up his speed dramatically. He went faster than he'd thought he'd ever gone before, turning into nothing more than a blur. In a few seconds he stopped, looking over his shoulder to make sure the monsters were no longer on his trail.Never Too Fast for Me4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Whew, that was a close-" His throat constricted tightly as he took in his nearby surroundings. Everything was black, white, and gray and nothing besides him seemed to be moving; not the wind, not the birds, and especially not the people. Wally remembered this situation before, remembered the tightness in his chest and stomach
Just a feverAt first it was small and quiet. No one noticed it. Then as the night progressed that's when it got louder and worse.Just a fever4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Tonight was supposed to be covert mission overseeing information smuggling by an unknown terrorist group. They were sitting and waiting for the assailant to arrive to the government building they were hiding in. And as always nothing goes covert for the Young Justice team.
Robin wouldn't stop coughing, no matter how hard the young boy tried to hide or stifle it. Kid Flash looked over to find Robin's face in his hand, coughing almost violently.
"Are you okay?" Kid Flash asked, quietly. He moved over to Robin's location and knelt beside him.
"I-*cough*-I'm fine" Robin replied, taking a cough lozenge from one of his many pockets on his utility belt. Kid watched Robin slipped it into his mouth with a quick flick of his tongue.
"Er, you sure? You've been coughing all night" Kid Flash said, turning his eyes away from Robin's face with a blush. "Not to ruin your mood, but it k
Damian's school week Tuesday"Master Damian, if you keep moving I can never get this necktie right." Alfred scolded Damian calmly.Damian's school week Tuesday3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Alfie, can you help me next?" Dick sounded a little helpless.
"Do I have to tie your shoelaces too, master Dick?" Alfred said stoically.
"Very funny, Alfie. Will you please help me now?"
"Sometimes I wonder where you would all be right now, if I was not here to help you." Alfred said turning to Dick to help him.
"Uhm, I don't want to know I think." Was all that Dick said.
Then he turned to Damian, "Why don't you try to make some friends today instead of making them cry, little D."
He didn't look forward to another talk with Damian's principal.
Damian just grumbled.
"Class, today we're going on a fieldtrip." Mr. Williams said.
The other kids looked at the teacher expectantly, so Damian followed their example.
"We'll be going to a museum that is out in the open and just outside of Gotham. There is a park wi
Error"ERROR: The file known as 'Wally's Smile' doesn't exist."Error4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"What?" I look up incredulously at the immense computer screen, the murmur escaping my lips, "How could that be?" I remove my chin from my palm to start tapping frantically on the keyboard, attempting to recover the precious photo of my best friend's goofy grin. I had taken this one snapshot of him while he was stuffing a hot dog in his mouth on one of our many stops at our favorite joint and was not about to lose it. My face tightens in concentration, "Come on..."
"ERROR: File does not exist."
"Stupid computer," I huff and hastily plug my flash drive into the keyboard and start a recovering program with a few clicks on my key pad. "That should do it," I smirk in triumph as the program loads into the computer's system and quickly starts a search for my precious file.
"ERROR: File could not be located."
"What?!" I slam my hands down on the keyboard and jump to my feet. I shake my head in frustration and upload another over