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   Dear Dad,
   I'm writing because I've got something to confess. Well, it's not so much a confession as a statement, because it's not something I regret. Even if it's something you do.
   I've finally got a girlfriend; she's great and I care about her a lot. She's smart and she's nice and she's beautiful. And I don't care if you don't approve, because I love her.
   It's Rose Weasley.
   I'm sorry if I disappointed you, Dad. I'm done with trying to live my life by your rules, but I'm sorry if this upsets you.
   I didn't really want to go into Slytherin, you know. The Hat was considering Ravenclaw, but chose Slytherin. I didn't argue, but I wanted to. I didn't because I knew you wanted me to be Sorted into Slytherin.
   I regret it.
   This won't be another choice I'll live to regret. I'm not leaving Rose, even if you disown me. This is my choice.

   Dear Dad,
      I'm writing because I've got something to confess. Well, it's not so much a confession as a statement, because it's not something I regret. I hope you don't, either.
   I've finally got a boyfriend; he's wonderful and I care about him a lot. He's smart, he's caring and he makes me happy. And I'm sorry if you don't approve, but I love him.
   It's Scorpius Malfoy.
   I'm sorry if this upsets you, Dad. You've never really tried to change my choices, and I'm grateful for it. I know you sometimes weren't very happy with what I did, but you respected me.
   Thank you for being proud of me when I was Sorted into Ravenclaw. The Hat considered Gryffindor, but when it put me into Ravenclaw, I didn't argue. I was worried that you'd be upset that I wasn't in Gryffindor, but you just sent me a box of chocolates and a smiley face note. Thank you.
   I hope this is another choice of mine that you won't mind. I'm not going to leave Scorpius. This is my choice.

   The pair put down their quills with identical sighs.
   "Done?" asked Scorpius.
   Rose nodded.
   Together, they reached for their owls, tying individual notes to the legs of the two birds. The two released the owls in perfect sync and watched as they soared into the distance.
   "I'm glad we did it," said Rose, after a pause.
   "Me too," said Scorpius quietly. He put his arm around her, and she rested her head on his shoulder.
   They gazed out the window for a moment in silence.
   "What do you think your dad will say?" Rose murmured.
   Scorpius snorted. "He'll probably kick me out of the family. I don't care."
   Rose looked up at him. "You don't have to do that for me."
   With a soft look down, he replied, "I want to. But if it makes you feel better, it's for me, too. I want him to know that I'm not just a piece in his game…"
   Rose poked him. "Is that the point of dating me? A statement?"
   "A promise."
   "Oh, come on, we both know that first part was from the Hunger Games. And the second part was from the Avengers. You're such a dork."
   Scorpius raised his hands. "Hey, you recognised them too."
   "Have you told your dad that you like watching Muggle films?" Rose inquired.
   Scorpius laughed bitterly. "One bombshell at a time, Rosie."
   "Does that incident with the cat count as a-"
   "Shut up."

   "Oh, Rose wrote us a letter!" Hermione picked up the post and frowned. "She used an actual envelope?"
   "Draco, how come it's only addressed to you?" Astoria wondered.
   "Maybe it's a boy thing," suggested Draco, taking the letter.
   Ron creased his eyebrows as he read the letter. "Rose has a boyfriend, Hermione."
   "Really, who?"
   "A girlfriend, really? Oh, who?" Astoria said, clasping her hands together.
   Draco squinted and brought the letter closer.
   "No bloody way," Ron breathed.
   "What is it?" Hermione asked.
   "A MALFOY?" Ron roared.
   "A WEASLEY?" Draco bellowed. "Unacceptable!"
   "Let me see that," Astoria ordered, snatching the paper away.
   "Oh, Ron, read the rest of the letter. She was obviously worried about disappointing you! Don't react so badly," Hermione berated.
   "Why did she only write to me?" Ron said, still a little unhinged.
   "Probably because he knows I'll support him," suggested Astoria. "I guess he's not sure that you will."
   Draco paced the room. "What else did he say?"
   "Read it yourself, it's very sweet," Hermione said, giving Ron back the letter.
   Ron scanned the letter and he softened slightly. "It's true, I've never questioned her before," he murmured, half to himself.
   "That's because I always calm you down," Hermione muttered.
   Draco sagged as he read the letter. "Have I been that bad?" he asked desperately.
   Astoria put her hand on his shoulder. "I guess you were a little tough on him," she admitted quietly.
   "I only ever wanted what was best for him," he whispered.
   She bent down and kissed the top of his head. "Then show him."
   Ron straightened. "I will," he declared.
   Draco grabbed a piece of paper and a quill and started scribbling madly. "Astoria, do we have any of that sugar jewellery from Honeydukes?"
   "Yes, you gave me one last week," she replied, and went to get one.
   "Hermione, do we have any of those chocolate ties from Weasley's Wizard Wheezes?"
   Hermione rolled her eyes. "Yes, George sent you a free box of them last week." She went and fetched one.
   Ron tied the tie to the letter.
   Draco sent the owl off and flopped into his chair. His manic energy seemed to have melted. "I hope he doesn't hate me."
   "He doesn't hate you, sweetie," Astoria murmered, hugging him.
   "You did the right thing," Hermione whispered into Ron's ear. "I'm proud of you."
   Ron smiled and kissed her cheek. "Thank you."

   "Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh." Rose hurried through the halls, pushing people out of the way. "Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh. SCORPIUS!" she cried.
   "ROSE!" came the answering call, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
   "SCORPIUS! IT CAME, IT- You too?" she stopped as she saw the letter in his hand.
   "Have you opened it?" he asked breathlessly.
   "Of course not!"
   "Together, then?"
   She swallowed. "Now?"
   He shrugged. "It's now or after Potions."
   "Okay, now. One, two, three." She ripped open the envelope and he did the same.

   Dear Rosie,
   I'm proud of you. You're a strong, independent girl and I trust you to make your own choices. All the same, if he hurts you, I give you full permission to hex him into oblivion. And his father, too.
   All my love,

   Dear Scorpius,
   I'm proud of you. I'm sorry to have been so harsh with you. Please know that I have only ever wanted the best for you. I hope you forgive me. I trust you to make your own choices. If she hurts you, I'll be after both her and her father.
   Best wishes,

   Scorpius breathed again. "Oh my," he said in a tiny voice.
   Rose looked up, beaming. "He said it's okay," she whispered. She flung her arms around him. "Oh, Scorp!"
   Scorpius dazedly patted her on the back. "My father did too," he mumbled.
   She stepped back. "Really?" she asked, bewildered.
   He laughed giddily. "Yes. Yes!" He picked her up and spun her around.
   Rose whacked him with the envelope. "Scorpius! Put me down!"
   He put her down. "Ow," he said, and rubbed his head.
   Rose rolled her eyes. "Scorp. It's an envelope."
   "There's something in that envelope. It hurts."
   Rose reached into the envelope and pulled out a box. There was a note on it that read, "To Rose's boyfriend, from her father." She looked at it, before shaking it vigorously and holding it to her ear. "I hope it's not rigged to explode."
   Scorpius laughed. Feeling something heavy in his own envelope, he stuck his hand in and pulled out a box too, this one decorative and tied with a ribbon. There was a similar note on it, reading, "To Scorpius's new girlfriend, from his father."
   The two looked at each other before snatching at their corresponding gifts.
   Rose gasped as she ripped open the package to reveal a candy necklace. "That's so nice of your dad!"
   Scorpius grinned as he held up the tie. "Aren't I dashing?"
   She swatted him. "You are ridiculous. Put this on me." She held out the necklace.
   Scorpius turned her around and put it on her. "Rose, this is for you," he said solemnly. "Now tie this tie. I don't have a clue how it works."
   "Hopeless," she murmured, and tied his tie, before taking a bite out of the side. "Yum."
   He pretended to gape in shock. "You bit my tie!" He retaliated by pulling a bead off her necklace and eating it.
   The two launched into a miniature war, ripping at each other's candied garments and laughing.
   "Ahem." They turned to see Professor McGonagall staring at them. "The two of you, clean off that sugar. Shouldn't you be in class?" She shook her head. "Ten points from both Slytherin and Ravenclaw. Hurry along, now!"
   Unbeknownst to them, she chuckled quietly as they rushed off. Those two boys had come a long way from their own time at Hogwarts.
Oh, wow, look at that! I'm writing Harry Potter again! :D
I missed you, Hogwarts.
But I couldn't resist a few references.

Captain America: This is my choice.
The Hunger Games: More than just a piece in their games.
The Avengers: Was that the point of all this? A statement?
A promise.

Not great. I started writing it randomly and didn't have any idea where it would end up.
Note to fellow aspiring writers: DON'T DO THAT.
Scorpius and Rose, and their worries regarding their fathers.
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"You think it's funny, Potter?" Draco Malfoy's voice sneered across the room. Harry shook his head, desperately trying not to laugh. They were stuck in this room for only several hours now, and already Draco Malfoy had gone completely crazy it seemed. He tried every spell to get the door to open, but it was deadlocked. Draco's last attempt was trying to smash the door open, not even with magic anymore, but just by throwing chairs to the door.
"I guess we just have to accept the fact that we're stuck here Malfoy, at least until someone comes and finds us. And believe me, I find being stuck here with you, just as delightful as you." Harry replied sarcastically.
"I will not just sit and wait, Potter!" Draco sneered back, yet again failing at an attempt at breaking the door open with a chair. Harry shrugged his shoulders and sat down with his back against the wall. If he was stuck here with Malfoy, he could at least use the opportunity to make fun of him.

"Argh!" Draco screamed out in agony, gripping his right shoulder with his left hand. The shoulder he just used in an attempt to get through the door.
"Are you okay?" Harry asked worriedly. It looked like Draco was in a lot of pain.
"I don't need your sympathy, Potter!" Draco shouted, "and no, I'm not okay." He added in a pouting voice.
"Come on, let me take a look at it." Harry said while raising himself from the floor. In a quick pace he walked up to where Draco was standing. Softly he pushed Draco's left hand away to take a look at his shoulder. "I think it's dislocated." Harry said, examining the shoulder. Draco pushed him away.
"I don't need you to tell me that." Draco kept quiet for a couple of minutes. "Can you fix it?" A slight smile appeared on Harry's face. After dozens and dozens of dislocated body parts in quidditch practices he knew a thing or two about it. He just never expected to practice his expertise on Draco Malfoy himself.
"Just bite on your robe very hard, Malfoy. This is going to hurt." Harry said in a soft voice, while gripping Draco's arm. Draco nodded, bit on the sleeve and looked at harry with fear in his eyes.
"Argh!" Another scream of agony, when harry put his shoulder in place.  "That fucking hurt!"
"Told you it would, " Harry smirked. He couldn't deny that there was some kind of satisfaction in seeing Malfoy like this.
"Well, uhm, thanks, I guess." Malfoy whispered, while looking uneasily at the ground.
"You're welcome," Harry replied. The awkward silence grew. Neither of the boys knew how to deal with this situation.
`Yeah, so, I guess we´re stuck here ´til someone finds us." Harry stated the obvious and went back to sit down with his back against the wall. Draco looked at the door, but while remembering the pain in his shoulder, he sighed and sat next to harry.
And so the two  boys sat in silence.

A couple of hours passed and neither had said a word to the other, when Harry's stomach started rumbling.
"Sorry," he said, while a blush was appearing on his cheeks. "Guess I'm hungry." Draco nodded.
"Me too, he said. It must be almost time for dinner. At least someone will notice that we're gone soon. Until then, I have this," Draco replied, while reaching for his bag which was lying a couple of meters from him. Out of his bag he got a red apple and a small knife. He cut the apple in half and offered Harry a piece. Gladly Harry took it from him. He knew they were sworn enemies since their first day at Hogwarts, but no one would refuse food if they were as Hungry as Harry was now.
"Thanks," Harry said. And they both ate their pieces of apple in silence.

"Of all the people I could've been stuck here, I'm stuck here with you." Harry sighed after a while, trying something to break the silence. Draco laughed,
"Yeah, I thought exactly the same. However, I don't think someone else could've helped me with a dislocated arm, so it's not that bad after all." Now it was Harry's turn to laugh.
"That's probably the nicest thing you ever said to me Malfoy," Harry said, looking at Malfoy smiling. He didn't know why, but he started to feel comfortable talking to Malfoy while being locked up in a room with him. It stayed silent for a while

"You know," Malfoy sighed, "If we're going to have all 'you're not so bad actually' conversations, I never thought you were that bad actually. I just never knew how to act around you." Harry looked up surprisingly.
"How you do mean, Malfoy?"
"Well," Draco continued, "I.... And just promise this will stay between us, in this room!" Harry nodded, dying to know what Draco had to say. "Well, I kind of, you know, always liked you. But you're Gryffyindor, I'm Slytherin, I'm not supposed to like you. So hating you was easier." Draco shrugged his shoulders, not really sure where to look.
"Yeah," Harry said. "We are supposed to hate each other, why actually? I mean, being stuck in a room here with you, you're different than normal. I like you this way. And I like this more than being here stuck alone." Malfoy nodded.
"I agree," he said. The two boys looked at each other, smiling. There was no need to say out loud that they both really liked this conversation. They knew.

"It's getting cold," Draco said while shivering. Harry nodded. He had no idea what time it was, or how much time had past since they were stuck here. But a since while ago it was indeed gradually getting colder. Draco shivered again. His robe was no match for the cold.
"Come here," Harry said, while wrapping his arms around Malfoy. Draco froze for a moment, unsure how to deal with the situation, and then relaxed. This was better than being cold, even he had to admit that. Draco sighed and let his head rest on Harry's shoulder.
"Don't you ever feel lonely?" Harry started out of the blue. Draco looked up to him in surprise.
"How do you mean?"
"Well," Harry continued, "with Slytherin being hated by everyone. I mean, even I feel lonely, Ron and Hermione have each other, all the other people I hang around with have someone, and I don't even only hang around with the people from my own house. Don't you feel lonely then?" Draco nodded.
"Yeah, most of the time I do. I mean, I do hang around with a lot of people from my house, but not everyone understands me so well like you. I mean, I have the feeling that you understand me. And next to that, because of all the hate towards my house, and other factors, I probably will never be able to actually be with the person I love. That makes me feel lonely most of all." Harry kept quiet for a moment. He never expected such sensitive talk from Draco Malfoy. Even though, he never expected all of this, the fact that they actually understood each other so well.
"So, Malfoy," Harry started in a curious tone, "who is that special person then?"
"You really want to know?" Draco lifted himself up from Harry's shoulder. Harry nodded. Draco in love was something he had never even thought of as a possibility, so of course he wanted to know.

In a flash Harry suddenly felt something pressed against his lips. Flabbergasted he stared at Draco Malfoy, who was pressing his lips against Harry's. When noticing Harry didn't respond, Draco pulled back with a blush on his cheeks.
"Sorry," he whispered and looked at the ground.
Harry stared at Malfoy in confusion. Did Draco really just kiss him? And he actually liked it?
Without thinking any further Harry pushed Draco's chin up with his hand, so Draco had to face him, and he pressed his lips against Draco's. After a few seconds of being mind-blown, Draco started to kiss Harry back, loving the feeling of their lips touching.
Draco opened his mouth, licking Harry's bottom lip with this tongue, and then softly biting it. Harry gasped, and Draco grabbed the opportunity to slide his tongue into Harry's mouth. The game began, as their tongues whirled around each others. Both not wanting to hold back, the kiss became rougher and rougher within seconds until they drew apart for air.

"Damn you're a good kisser!" Draco panted when he pulled back from the kiss. He didn't get an answer, Harry went straight on to kiss his neck, while he pushed Malfoy to the floor. Draco moaned when Harry softly bit his neck. His arousal grew with every touch, almost up to the point that he just had to have Harry, right here on the floor."
"Harry!" Draco panted when Harry slid his cold hand under Draco's shirt. Harry smiled, this was a way more satisfying state to see Malfoy in than in agony. In the couple of seconds Harry thought of that, Draco pushed him up and pulled his shirt over his head. The cold air in the room made his nipples erect instantly, which Draco saw as an invitation.
Harry gasped for air as Draco swirled his tongue around Harry's nipples. The moment Draco let go, Harry pulled him in for another passionate kiss. The kiss seemed to last forever, but suddenly Draco stiffened.
"You hear that?" He said, as he pushed Harry away. Harry listened closely and heard what Malfoy meant. Hasty footsteps were coming closer and closer to the room they were locked in.
"They found us," Harry said sadly. "Couldn't they just leave us here for a couple hours more?" Harry continued, and he bit softly on Draco's earlobe.
Draco gasped, and looked at Harry with a look of pain on his face.
"You should get your shirt back on." He said.

With pain in his heart Harry let go of Draco and got up to get his shirt, while the footsteps were inevitably getting closer and closer.  

"Harry, Draco, are you in here?" Mcgonagall's voice shouted through the wood of the closed door.
"Yes!" They both chanted at the same time.
"Okay boys, stand back, I'm going to blow this door up!"
Draco and Harry looked at eachother.
"I guess this was it," Harry whispered. Draco nodded.
"No one can ever know," he said. This time it was Harry's turn to nod. No matter how much it hurted both, they both knew that they couldn't even be seen together. Softly Malfoy pressed a quick last kiss on Harry's mouth.
"I'll never forget this," Harry whispered.
"Me neither." Draco said with an evil grin on his face. "Same time, same place next week?" A smile appeared on Harry's face.
"Same time, same place."
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry nor Draco, they belong to their respective owner J.K. Rowlings.

Furthermore, this is my first attempt to writing a HP fanfic, first time Drarry slash and first time slash and writing in a long long time. So please bear with me people ;) Hope you like it!
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The heat was horrible and hot.  Terribly hot but that was just Draco whining because despite what he thought, muggles had their ways of getting cool and the biggest was a water park.

That's where he was with Potter, his husband for the past six years, as well as the young boy that was created from their DNA named Jeremy.  Oh, and of course the Weasleys with their kids.  Draco wasn't too happy about that because, one, they were Weasleys and two, they were loud, and three, they were Weasleys!

"I wanna go on the red one!"

"Yellow one, yellow one!"

"Mom, I need to go potty."

Jeremy however, wasn't as loud as them.  He was well behaved and very smart.  Too smart at times that it made Draco feel awkward at times when he couldn't answer his many questions.  Jeremy was observant and looked around but when he saw just how big the slides were, he gripped his fathers' hands.  

"Which one do you want to go first, Jeremy," asked Harry.

"Uh..."  Jeremy looked over the huge slides again to decide which one.

"Hugo, Rose!  Don't run," shouted Hermione while setting up the stroller she brought for her younger daughter, Olivia, to go in.

"Blue one," said Jeremy while letting go of Harry's hand to point at it.  "It's taller."

Draco chuckled, "Becoming a daredevil, are we?  Let's get going."  Jeremy smiled while taking Harry's hand again and together they walked slowly to the blue slide.

"Going to be a long wait," commented Harry.

"Not if you have this," said Draco while fishing out a golden pass.  "You've never prepared, are you?"

Harry sighed while shaking his head.  "Why do you always have a cut-in pass for everything?"

"To make Jeremy happy of course.  Honestly, why else would I have it?"

Harry looked around, "Oh I don't know, probably because you like to make other people miserable realizing that they couldn't afford one?"

Draco scoffed, "It doesn't cost a limb to get.  Now if it did, I would be hopping on one foot."

Jeremy giggled as he imagined his father doing such a thing and couldn't help himself from laughing.

Draco and Harry looked down at him with a smile.  They didn't know how they did it, but somehow their bantering became a source of entertainment for their son.

When they got to the line, Draco showed the pass to the line manager and he led them up all the way to the top.  Just as Harry said, some people glared at them while some of them whispered to each other.  It wasn't because of the pass either but Harry and Draco were all ready used to it.  Jeremy wasn't paying attention since he was too excited and was showing it when they got closer and closer.  

Harry and Draco though were careful since they didn't want to fall and made sure he didn't go too fast or grip his hands tight when it seemed like he was going to slip.  

When they were finally to the top, the wind blew obnoxiously into their faces while the sun beamed even brighter upon them.  

The workers gave them a huge raft that was enough for three of them to get on.  With Jeremy in the middle and Harry in front with Draco in the back, they were ready to go.  They let go and they flew down the slide in spirals before racing down.  They suddenly tilted at a very sharp angle that caused the three of them to react with a shout and a scream mixed in one before shooting down and did little hills before finally going into the landing pool.

"Again, again!"  Jeremy was actually shouting in excitement while Draco and Harry climbed out and held onto Jeremy while the workers gathered the raft.

They went back up three more times until Jeremy was bored of it and they soon went to the yellow one that Rose had shouted about earlier.  It was a covered slide with little light and it made Jeremy scream even louder in excitement as they rode it down.

As they got to the landing pool, Jeremy moved off the raft and swam towards the edge way before Harry and Draco and pulled himself out.  "Again!"

Harry laughed while Draco put back on his sunglasses.  "You go with him this time Harry.  I'm going to get us some food."

"Awww, dad."  Jeremy pouted.  "Come with us, come with us!"

Draco looked at his son's face and then Harry's, who was trying to keep from laughing but was failing.  Miserably.

"Ugh.  Fine.  But last one."

"Yay!"  Jeremy put up his hands in excitement and started to run before remembering to walk to the line.  Harry followed while Draco stepped in place beside him.

"Were you really going to get some food or didn't want to ride it again?"  Harry teased Draco with a pat on his back with a little shove.

"Keep your hands to yourself.  It's all ready been hell for me because of how sexy you're looking."


"Fine, fine.  I really do not like how closed in that slide is.  Reminds me know, those times."

"Really, those times we had sex in a cave were-"  Harry was interrupted by a shove and just laughed before putting his arm around Draco's shoulders.  "Okay, I get it.  I'll explain it to Jeremy when we get up there.  Go get us some food, okay?"

Draco looked at him in surprise even though his sunglasses hid his eyes and his eyebrows.  He smiled at Harry in thanks.

As Draco went to get food, Harry explained to Jeremy about Draco and when Jeremy wanted to apologize, Harry told him that he could later.

When they finally came down the slide, they waited for Draco to come back which took only a couple minutes since it wasn't that busy to get some food.

"Dad!  I'm so sorry Dad."  Jeremy ran towards Draco and Draco had to tense up to stand his ground since Jeremy could knock him down if he didn't.

"Whoa, hey, it's okay.  You didn't know and wanted me to join you to have some fun."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," pleaded Jeremy as he wrapped and hugged Draco tight while Draco messed up his wet mousey brown hair.

"I said it's okay," said Draco while laughing a little.  "I forgive you.  Now, let's eat."

They found a table with an umbrella near a tree to sit at and dug in the hotdogs Draco bought.  Harry wasn't at all surprised Draco decided to get hotdogs since they were easy to make and was enough to fill them up.  Yet, it still left room for some ice cream and Draco surprised Jeremy and Harry both with it.

"Ice cream, thank you dad"

Draco chuckled while messing with his son's hair again as Jeremy started to eat the ice cream in happiness.  Harry and Draco took their time while Jeremy ate a little faster than them until he got a brain freeze.

"Oww," he groaned while setting the spoon down on the cup and grabbed his temples.  

"Be careful," said Harry with a smile as he took another bite of his ice cream.

"What ride should we go on next?"  Draco flung some ice cream towards Harry who flinched at the contact of it and received a glare.  "There's a lazy pool, wave pool, water gym, and even a pirate ship."

"Uh...all of them," decided Jeremy.  

"There you three are," said an exhausted voice to their left.  It was Hermione who was strolling her youngest daughter in a covered stroller so that the child wouldn't get sunburned.  "Ron are with Hugo and Rose and we were wondering – oh, you're eating all ready."

"Oh, hello Hermione," said Harry with a grin while he flung some of his ice cream back at Draco without even looking at him.  It landed on Draco's sunglasses, causing it to drip down on his arm and lap.  

Jeremy giggled before laughing, "You look funny, dad."

"Yeah?"  Draco flicked some ice cream onto Jeremy's right shoulder, causing him to yelp at the cold contact before laughing like crazy.   "Now you look funny too."  

Hermione shook her head with a small smile and whispered to Harry, "You have it great, Harry."

Harry laughed softly as he watched his husband and son have a full out ice cream throwing war.  "Yeah, I know."

"Hey, you cheated dad!"

"It's not cheating, it's having a strategy to gain the upper hand to survive."

Harry beamed with a smile.  He had a family and friends, but having a family again was the best gift he'd ever gotten.
Written for the Summer contest at :iconthe-drarry-fanclub:

Had loads of fun writing this and hoped you enjoyed it!

Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling, I am just a fan writing fanfictioin (ya rly) and make no profit doing such.
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The ones we love can hurt us the most

Lily was sitting in the common room on a couch in front of the fireplace. She was reading Hogwarts, A History for her next History of Magic lesson. She tried to concentrate on the legend of the Chamber of Secrets, but it wasn't that easy, as a loud applause and screaming started in the common room. Lily turned her head.

James Potter came down the stairs. There was a white little lily between his teeth. Lily rolled her eyes and returned to her book. After a few minutes, James stopped next to the couch. He stared at the girl without saying a word. Lily sighed angrily and glanced at him impatiently.

Lily's look changed from upset to shocked while James unbuttoned his shirt. He unfolded it, sticking his chest out. There was a writing on his skin with red ink under his tie, which read: 'WANNA DATE?'

James smiled with the flower in his mouth and looked questioningly at Lily.

"No." she said concisely.

Lily stood up with her book in her hand. She headed towards the girls' dormitory, bumping some silly girls whispering about James' torso.

He shouted at her: "You would be happier if I sectumsempra-d it into Snivelly's chest?"

Even though Lily wasn't fond of Severus anymore, she didn't tolerate Potter insulting him unjustly. He was worse than the boy who called her a 'mudblood'.

She turned around and furiously went closer to James. He buttoned up his shirt again and looked down at Lily resentfully.

"You are a jerk, Potter." She said quietly, shaking with wrath. "You are the most arrogant, disgusting and lame idiot I've known in my life. I would NEVER, EVER date you, even if my life depended on it. I wish you were never even born!"

The people in the common room suddenly left speechless.

Lily pressed her hands over her mouth as she realized what she just said. She could see James' heart break into pieces by his eyes as he slowly grew sad. He lowered his head with painful sorrow on his face.

"I'm so sorry." Lily whispered ashamed and nearly crying.

"You don't have to be." James replied with a hoarse voice.

He took a deep breath and approached the painting of the Fat Lady. He left the common room and slammed the portrait. Lily winced and looked down the little, dead lily, which James trampled on.
I wrote it a while ago when I got inspired by this picture: [link]

Image belongs to :iconviria13:

Second part: Disguise of feelings

HP (c) J.K. Rowling
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Robin: "Wallace Rudolf West! Get over here now!"

Wally: *Runs over looking like a guilty puppy* "What is it Mo-?" *stares at Robin* "…"

Robin: "Go clean your half of the room NOW!"

Wally: *Startled by Robin's commanding tone, he rushes to comply*

Robin: *Nods before going to the training room. Hides in the shadows, when he sees Roy training.*

Wally: *Tries to make cleaning faster  by using his speed….makes it worse by stirring up a tornado*

Roy: *Notches an arrow, aims, and fires at a target. Hits a bull's-eye, but isn't satisfied until he hits another bulls eye through his previous arrow*

Conner: *Passes the room and stares at Wally before rolling his eyes*

Robin: *Watches in awe. Watches Roy closer*

Roy: *Senses a presence nearby but ignores it, so he can fire another arrow in a seemingly random direction. The arrow bounces off the walls until it buries itself an inch from the bull's-eye on the target* "….I had that…."

Wally: *Shakes off some clothes clinging to him before noticing Conner's disapproving look* "…don't judge me!"

Conner: "I'm not."

Robin: *Silently calculates the angle it should have been shot*

Wally: "….ok. Carry on then."

Conner: "What if I don't want to?"

Wally: "….I'll….fling Rob's dirty laundry at you?" *Tries to think of a good threat*

Roy: *Senses the presence again and fires an arrow that hits dangerously close to Robin's head but still safely misses him* "I know someone's there…."

Conner: "Does Robin even have dirty clothes?"

Robin: *Doesn't flinch but finds a new hiding place. Heart flutters as he watches Roy draw the bow string. Lets out a dreamy sigh as Roy shot the arrow*

Wally: "Just…stop judging me! You're so hurtful!" *Runs out of the room and down the hall and is gone in a….flash….*

Roy: *Carefully tracks the shadow with his bow and is about to fire another arrow, when he hears a disturbance in the air. Without turning, he lets the arrow loose behind him*

Wally: *Is pressed against the wall with an arrow stuck in the wall above his head* "What was that for, Roy?!"

Roy: "Don't startle me like that…" *Is calm* "Oh and…if I had bothered to turn around I wouldn't have missed…."

Wally: "Wha….? But….?" *O_O*

Conner: "…But I wasn't…." *shrugs*

Robin: *Bites bottom lip as he watches Roy move* "La naiba e fierbinte." *Whispered breathlessly*

Roy: *Hears a voice and notches an arrow and aims it in its direction* "We are not alone here…"

Wally: "Great…I was afraid if we were alone much longer this would turn into a date or something…" *Mumbles sarcastically before dashing off*

Robin: *Licks his lips but doesn't move*

Roy: *Narrows eyes* "A little birdie shouldn't be watching the tiger so closely…"

Wally: *Running….hits wall*

Robin: *winks* "But the tiger is so mysterious and handsome that the bird can't help but watch."

Conner: *Sees Wally. Puts him on the couch*

Wally: *Unconscious on the couch*

Roy: "Watch is little birdie…the bird who sucks up to the tiger can still end up on the dining platter…" *Moves to collect his arrows before setting his bow and quiver down. He then stretches a little before practicing his hand-to-hand combat moves on a sandbag*

Wally: *Wakes up and groans* "Aua…why does my head hurt?"

Pixie: "Why helloooo Wally! Welcome to Wonderland!" *Hovers nearby*

Wally: "…..ROBIN!!! I THINK SOMETHING'S WRONG WITH MY BRAIN!....Or I found Roy's stash…"

Roy: *Hears Wally's cries and ends up slamming his fist harder into the sandbag* "I told you I've been clean for six months now!"

Robin: "Who says I was sucking up?"

Conner: *Gives(forces) Wally medicine so he falls asleep*

Wally: *Once again unconscious on the couch*

Roy: *Shakes his head before trying a spin-kick on the sandbag* "You are a puzzle Robin…I would rather you leave now. I prefer to train alone. And don't try hiding somewhere else….I'll know if you're still here."

M'gann: *(Attempting to) Baking cookies in the kitchen*

Flash: *Wondering absently around Mt.Justice*

Robin: *pouts* "I don't want to. I like watching you."
This is just some Young Justice crack fan-fic my friend, ~XxAnnoyingxX, and I are writing. Characters are probably ooc and this story isn't intended to have a plot-line whatsoever. :P Enjoy! :la:

Characters involved: Wally West/Kid Flash, Robin/Dick Grayson, Kaldur/Aqualad, Bruce Wayne/Batman, Barry Allen/Flash, Bart Allen/Impulse, M'gann/Miss Martian, Conner Kent/Superboy, Harley Quinn, Joker, Poison Ivy, Catwoman/Selina Kyle, Jason Todd/2nd Robin, Tim Drake/3rd Robin, Damien Wayne/4th Robin, Hawkeye/Clint Barton, Roy Harper/Red Arrow, Artemis, and a few OCs. + Joker henchmen, and creepy fan-girl/stalker Hailey.

Pairings: Dick Grayson X Roy Harper

Characters :iconstarstream18: rp: Wally, M'Gann, Roy, Kaldur, Hawkeye, Flash/Barry, Pixie, OC Natasha, Damien, Bart, Catwoman, and Harley Quinn. + Joker goons

Characters :iconxxannoyingxx: rp: Robin/Dick Grayson, Batman/Bruce, Artemis, Jason, Tim, Ivy, Joker, OC Sam, and Conner. + Creepy Fan-girl/stalker Hailey.

***Disclaimer: We don't own Young Justice!*** (The preview pic belongs to rightful owner)

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Part 4: Coming soon....
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Author's Note: This story has been in the works for a very long time. Again, it wouldn't have been possible if not for the lovely and uber wonderful Fiona who worked with me on this during a very difficult time in her life. Hun, you are just too cool for words! Thanks again.

The picture used for the story was created by Mxi665. Actually, the pic is what inspire the story in the first place. It just took me a really long time to finish it. The artwork can be found here: I'm Okay Now.

Thanks, Mxi665, for letting me use the image.

Disclaimer: None of it is mine, which is a crying shame I tell ya!



August 28, 2015 21:27 EST





The engine cut off, sending the garage into silence. Eighteen-year-old Dick Grayson lifted the dark blue helmet off of his head with a wry chuckle. He readjusted the Bluetooth earpiece and continued his conversation, as he hooked the helmet over the handle bars of the sleek Ducati ST4 street bike beneath him.

"Look, Wally, just tell her that as much as you miss being a hero, you're not going to come back to the Team." Dick listened to the response with a fond smile. "I know she's being paranoid, just don't go telling her that or you'll find yourself sleeping in the campus library again."

Kicking the stand on the vehicle, Dick lifted himself off the seat and started for the door that led to the Manor. "You know what Artie's like, Wal, just be honest with her and she'll love you for it. I've got to go. Bruce is going to want a report on those properties the Wayne Foundation purchased last week. He's had me inspecting them all day and he'll want to deal with that before we head out on Patrol tonight."

Entering the security code, Dick opened the door and stepped inside. He shook his head and chuckled again. "No, I haven't told him my plan and I won't until I know if I get accepted or not. I haven't even sent in my application yet. Now, good-night, Wally. Tell Artie I said 'hi.'" He disconnected the call as he walked down the corridor from the garage entrance to the kitchen, unhooking the earpiece from his lobe and pocketing it in his jacket.

The kitchen was dark, the only light coming from the final rays of late summer sun filtering through the windows. "Alfie?" Dick called, expecting the gentleman's gentleman to have been waiting for him. Since graduation, when Dick had started working with the Foundation on several low income housing projects, he hadn't been getting back to the manor in time for dinner. Alfred had begun waiting for him with a plate he had kept warm, and they would chat while Dick ate before he joined the others on patrol.

"Alfred?" Dick's voice carried through the quiet of the Manor as he stepped out of the kitchen and into the dining room. It too was empty, and his instincts began screaming at him that something was wrong. The dinner plates were still set out on the table and the food only partially eaten; obviously their meal had been interrupted.

Walking past the table, Dick palmed one of the knives and made his way to the entrance of the reception room – once used for the cocktail hour prior to a dinner party – and then to the open ornate doors that lead into the main foyer. As he approached the opening, his heart plummeted into his stomach. In the dimming light, he could make out a pair of legs spread out on the parquet floor of the entrance hall.

Pressing his body against the wall next to the door, he peered around the frame and into the open hall. Alfred lay on the floor, directly beneath the chandelier overhead, his eyes closed and his body unmoving. Dick swallowed the urge to rush forward and instead reached into his jacket pocket. He retrieved his phone and earpiece, clipping it over his ear while he dialed.

Seconds later the call connected.

"Hey, Dick; I didn't think I'd hear from you tonight."

"Babs, is your Dad home?" He spoke quietly, his voice barely carrying beyond the reception room. By the brief pause on the other end he knew she recognized the seriousness of his call.

"Dad!" she called, her voice distant but still caught by the phone. "What's happened, Dick?"

Before he could respond, the Gotham City Police Commissioner was on the line. "Dick, is something the matter?"

"I'm sorry to bother you at home, Jim," Dick kept his eyes on Alfred's frightfully still form, watching for any movement from the elderly man, "but something's happened at the manor. I just got home and its dark, no one's answered me, and I'm looking at Alfred right now unconscious on the floor. I haven't seen Bruce or Tim. I didn't want to place a call through the 9-1-1 dispatch in case they went to the media before the authorities like last time."

"Are you with Alfred now?" Jim Gordon asked, the sounds of movement coming from his end of the call.

"I'm in the reception hall," Dick slipped the phone back into his pocket and tightened his grip on the knife. "About fifteen yards from him. He's not moving, and I don't see anyone else in the foyer; I'm going to check on him."

"Be careful, Dick," the Commissioner ordered. "Barbara's calling the station now and we'll have a couple of Squad cars there in a few minutes. I'm coming, but keep this line open."

"I'm coming too," he heard Barbara snap.

"Understood," Dick took one last look around the foyer, taking extra caution looking over the balcony's circling the foyer from the second floor, before bolting for his pseudo grandfather's side.

"Al?" He called to the unconscious man gently, relief flooding him as he saw the elderly man's chest rising and falling with each breath. "He's breathing," he told the commissioner as he pressed his middle and index finger to Alfred's pulse point, "and his heart rate's strong."

"Any sign of injury?" Jim's voice sounded over the starting of an engine.

Dick's head snapped up, not paying attention to the man on the other end of the call, his eyes locking onto the closed door to the library at the back end of the foyer. "I heard something."

"Dick, focus on Alfred," Jim told the teen patiently. "Is he hurt?"

Turning back to the man on the floor, Dick carefully ran his hands over Alfred's limbs. "I'm not feeling any broken bones." A small crimson spot on the side of Alfred's neck caught his attention. He fingered it gently and frowned. "There's a needle mark on his neck. I think he's been drugged."

"Okay – Barbara, have them send out a medic - Dick, is it safe to move him?"

"I think so," Dick shifted next to the butler, carefully cradling the man's neck and head in the crook of his right elbow while he hooked his left arm beneath Alfred's knees. Standing, he carried the unconscious man back the way he came "I'm moving him back into the reception area, it was clear."

"Good, good." Jim hesitated momentarily, enough time for Dick to get Alfred onto the room's chaise lounge with Dick's jacket bundled beneath his head. "Dick, I think you should wait for the officers. Don't go searching that house on your own."

Dick shook his head, despite knowing the commissioner couldn't see him, and lifted his cell phone from his jacket before placing it in the back pocket of his jeans. "Not a chance, Jim," he snarled, closing the heavy doors behind him as he stepped back into the foyer. "I heard something; there's someone still here. It could be Tim or Bruce – they could need help."

"Or it could be the person, or persons, who did this to Alfred," Jim growled back. "You don't know the situation, Dick. Let the professionals handle it!"

Already moving across the patterned hard wood floor, Dick adjusted his hold on the knife as he stopped next to the archway into the living room. "You know I won't do that," he whispered, looking around the empty room just to be sure before he crept toward the back of the house.

The commissioner sighed. "Please be careful. I don't want the recommendation I just finished writing for the Academy to go to waste."

He ducked against the wall opposite the library door, choosing silence instead of answering, mindful of the two closed doors on either side of it. He ignored Jim and Barbara's discussion on the other end as he pushed open the door to the closet silently – a testament to Alfred's care of the generations old home – to ensure no one was hiding inside. He heard the noise, a weak thump, again from behind the closed Library doors but suppressed the urge to burst into the room unprepared. He stepped across the alcove, opening the door to the wine cellar. He couldn't see past the first few steps, the darkness complete, and chose to forgo searching the cellar when the thump sounded again, accompanied by a barely audible murmur of a voice. Closing the door behind him, he stepped up to the library door and cracked it open slowly.

"Fiu de cățea!" he hissed through clenched teeth when he saw his foster brother.

Fourteen-year-old Tim Drake had been tied to one of the library chairs. His arms had been pulled tight behind the straight wooden back and bound with thin nylon rope at his wrists and elbows. His knees and ankles were lashed with the same cord, and a thick cleave gag was taught between his teeth and lip. But it was length of rope circling his throat and connected to the ropes at his wrists that made Dick's blood boil. Tim would have been strangled if he had moved too much or tried to free himself and, judging by the redness beneath the rope, the boy had tested that theory.

"Dick, what's happened?" Jim asked anxiously, after hearing the boy's Romany curse.

Tim's pale blue eyes were wide with relief as Dick entered the room. The older boy took in everything quickly, making sure no one lay in wait, before rushing to the bound teen's side. "I've found Tim," he told the Commissioner as he carefully pried the offending gag from Tim's mouth. "He's been tied up in the Library."

Once the fabric was removed, Tim drew in a deep shaky breath. "Is that Bruce?" he asked breathlessly, while Dick went to work on cutting through the length of rope from the boy's neck to his wrists.

"The Commissioner."

Fear replaced the relief as Tim practically shouted, "Hang up! Hang up now, Dick!"

"What's going on?"

"Tim, what-"

"Please!" Tim's frantic, pleading eyes locked with Dick's. "Dick, hang up!"

"Dick, don't-"

"Sorry, Jim." Dick reached into his back pocket and took out his cell phone. Quickly he disconnected the call, watching as Tim relaxed in his bindings. "Care to tell me why I just hung up on the City Police Commissioner?" he asked, taking off the earpiece and setting it aside with his phone, before going back to the ropes holding his brother.

"They said they'd kill him," the younger boy answered with a groan as the rope constricting his throat was cut loose. "Any contact with the police and they'd kill Bruce."

Dick froze, the knife hovering over the bonds on the boy's wrists. "What?"

"They surprised us at dinner. Alfred went to answer the door and within seconds they were shouting for Bruce to come out or they'd kill Alfred. There were five of them, all armed with MP5K sub machine guns and their faces covered with balaclavas. There was a sixth one holding Alfred in a chokehold and pulling a syringe from his throat. Alfred was already going down when they separated Bruce and me. They brought me in here, tied me up, and about an hour later they placed that box on the mantle for you. Before they left, they told me no cops or they'd kill Bruce."

Dick turned to the unlit fireplace and noticed the small box he had overlooked before. With a quick glance at his brother, who nodded for him to go ahead, Dick quickly retrieved the box that had the name RICHARD written on it and opened it. Inside held a folded piece of paper lying on top a pair of handcuffs.

"Dick?" Tim craned his neck to look at the other boy.

Swallowing his unease, Dick opened the paper and read. "If you want Bruce Wayne alive, be at the construction site on the two hundred block of Dixon Road by 10:00pm. Bring the cuffs."

Both teens looked at the clock on the wall. It was almost a quarter to.

"Go!" Tim hissed.

Dick scooped up his earpiece and cell phone, hitting the redial button while he hooked the Bluetooth over Tim's ear. "Jim and several GCPD cars are already on their way."

"I'll be fine! Now go!"

Nodding, but loathing to leave Tim like this, Dick sprinted out of the Library and back through the manor. He passed Alfred's unconscious form and ran back to the garage. Knocking the helmet aside as he straddled the bike, he started it with a roar before tearing out of the garage.

He sped around the house and onto the motor court, chips of gravel spitting out behind the cycle's tires as he opened the machine's throttle. He had barely fifteen minutes to get across Gotham. Even at the motorcycle's top speed he would be hard pressed to make it in time.

The speedometer crested the one-hundred-mile-per-hour mark as he guided the bike around a sharp curve on the drive off the Wayne property. Ahead, he saw the headlights of several vehicles turning onto the road, and swore when he recognized Gordon's car in the lead.

Gunning it, the speedometer passing one hundred and thirty, Dick leaned further down onto the bike. The cars slammed on their brakes, several swerving out of the way as Dick cut through them. He thought he heard Barbara's voice shouting his name, but he didn't dare look back or slow down.

In two minutes he made it to the city proper and started fighting his way through traffic. Even at this late hour it was thick, and he didn't doubt his reckless driving had caused several accidents. He could only hope that no one was severely injured because of him, and when this was all over he would have to see about paying for any repairs or medical expenses.

All he knew was that, at the moment, he didn't care. The only thing that mattered was getting to the construction site in time to save Bruce. God, was this how Bruce had felt all those time's Dick had been abducted? It was surreal, being on this end of the situation.

It seemed to take hours but, when he finally skid the street bike to a stop inside the fence of the construction site, he had two minutes to spare.

"I'm here!" he yelled into the dark, setting his bike on its stand before moving toward the framework of the new high-rise.

"That's far enough, Mr. Grayson," a deep voice called from behind him. It was accompanied by the sound of nearly a half-dozen safeties being released from their weapons. "I was afraid you weren't going to make it."

Dick froze on the spot, slowly raising his hands out to his side to show he was unarmed. "Where's Bruce?"

"Patience, Richard – do you mind if I call you Richard?" The voice was enjoying this way too much. "Did you bring the handcuffs as you were instructed?"

"Where's Bruce?" Dick snarled, not moving an inch. "I'm not doing anything until I see him!"

"Very well then," the voice sighed before shouting, "Gentlemen, Richard would like to see his father."

A movement overhead had Dick's breath catching in his throat.

Several stories above, on the narrow I-beams of the framework, Bruce was shoved forward to the edge. His arms seemed pinned behind him, most likely bound, and a thick layer of duct tape was wrapped around his head, sealing his mouth shut. His eyes were wide with anger as the men with him pushed him to his knees at the very edge and held him there. His glower faded into one of fear and worry when his eyes met those of his son.

"The handcuffs, Richard," the voice instructed coldly.

Nodding stiffly, Dick reached into his front left pocket and withdrew the cuffs. Holding his arm in the air again, he let the metal restraints dangle from his thumb.

"Very good, now put them on."

Gritting his teeth, and trying to ignore the muffled curses echoing down from Bruce, Dick snapped one of the rings into place around his left wrists. He positioned the open shackle on his right when he was interrupted.

"Behind your back, please."

Complying, Dick was soon standing rigidly with his hands cuffed behind his back. He risked looking up at Bruce, but only caught a glimpse of the man before a hood was placed over his head and secured around his neck.

"My employer would like a word with you." The voice sounded right behind him just before something hard and solid connected with the back of his head. He fell to his side, his head reeling from the blow, and the world faded away.

"Thank you for your cooperation, Richard."







August 28, 2015 23:07 EST





He could feel the blood that adhered the hood to his scalp. The throbbing resonating through Dick's skull was enough to draw him back to consciousness, though he was still sightless. He was panting, the fabric hindering his breathing, and there were sparks of light still dancing across his vision despite the black.

The vehicle he was in had eased to stop and a moment later he was being dragged from the bench seat he had been lying on. His legs were unsteady beneath him and he was unable to get them to hold his weight, leaving him to be dragged between two unseen goons. His body was shoved carelessly forward and, unable to catch himself, fell to the ground with an involuntary grunt of pain.

"Get him up," a deep voice grated.

Dick was lifted to his knees and the sack was ripped from his head, pulling at the drying wound on his head and causing fresh blood to trickle down the back of his neck. He blinked several times trying to clear his vision.

He found himself kneeling on a rocky beach, the soft waves of Gotham Bay lapping at the stones beneath the boardwalk only a few yards away from the pier. He was surrounded by a half-dozen black, Mercedes GL-Class, SUVs. In front of each vehicle was a pair of soldier-like thugs, each armed with semi-automatic weapons, pistols, and at least one deadly blade visible on their belts. Behind them - the vehicles' near blinding headlights all pointing at Dick - he could barely make out the silhouette of a large cargo van.

"Thank you for joining us, Richard," the deep voice drew his attention, and he felt his heart skip a beat at the sight of the man that stepped past the dozen soldiers and into the light.

The man was… large. There was no other word to describe him. He had to be at least seven feet tall and thicker than any bodybuilder Dick had ever seen. There was no neck per say, and what was there was hidden by long blond sideburns that brushed the shoulder's of the man's pin-striped suit. He was bald on top, with long blond hair equal in length to the sideburns, and the exposed scalp was bulbous and disproportionate. All together, he cut an imposing figure as he loomed over the kneeling teen. One Dick was all too aware of through his activities as Nightwing.

Roland Desmond, also known as Blockbuster.

"Who are you?" he asked, staring up at the Blüdhaven gangster with no small amount of trepidation. "Where's Bruce?"

At a wave of his massive hand, the back doors of the van were opened and a trio of shadows moved toward them. The middle one was being pulled along by the arms and struggling fiercely against its captors. When they reached the light Dick was comforted to see his mentor in, relatively, one piece.

Blood flowed down the side of the billionaire's face from a gash on his forehead and a vivid black and purple bruise marred the opposite cheekbone. Blue eyes were wild with rage and the muffled grunts from behind the thick tape gag were undoubtedly words that would have had Alfred threatening to wash his mouth out with soap. As he was shoved to his knees on the opposite side of the automobile circle from Dick, the boy could see the layers of rope binding Bruce's wrists and elbows behind his back. Their eyes met and relief flashed through Bruce's as he saw his son again. His gaze raked over Dick quickly but didn't miss a thing, narrowing into a vicious glare at the blood that had trailed around Dick's neck and stained the collar of his shirt.

"I'm afraid he is a little worse for wear," Desmond spoke casually, as one of his men produced a chair from one of the SUVs and placed it a few feet in front of Dick. When the mob boss sat, crossing one leg over the other, he completely blocked Bruce from view. Even sitting, he towered over his captive. "It's my understanding that he grew uncooperative while my men collected you."

The sarcastic response was on his tongue and he bit it back, knowing now was neither the time nor place for his standard reaction. Gritting his teeth he allowed a small glare to focus on the man in front of him. "Who are you? What do you want!?"

"You have something I want, Richard," Blockbuster said conversationally. "Wayne Enterprises has recently acquired several properties that were once part of the old Gotham Fair Grounds. One of which I had set aside for my own use for when I expand my business out of Blüdhaven. The property manager was not supposed to sell it and yet he did."

Dick shook his head. "I don't have anything to do with that," he told the man truthfully. "I'm a volunteer with the Wayne Foundation; I don't work with the business side of W.E.!"

"I am well aware of that." The man scowled at the interruption. "It's why I arranged for the meeting with Wayne earlier this evening. Imagine my annoyance when I find the ownership of the property has already been transferred to another."

The way Blockbuster was looking at him left Dick feeling uneasy. "I don't understand."

"Are you certain, Richard?" Desmond shifted again in the chair, allowing Dick a glimpse of Bruce with the barrel of a pistol pressing painfully against his temple.

"I swear!" Dick shouted, jerking involuntarily against the cuffs on his wrists, only to be held in place by two soldiers he hadn't been aware of standing behind him. He glanced up at them before looking back at Bruce. He kept his eyes on the older man as he spoke. "I swear; I have no idea what you're talking about!"

"I believe you." Blockbuster got up from the chair and walked over to Bruce. He took the pistol from his man's hand and held it himself to Bruce's head. "My conversation with Bruce convinced me that you were unaware of what he was planning. I have to admit, I was touched by the sentiment. Still, the properties were not to have been sold."

The sight of Bruce cringing against the pressure of the gun muzzle against his skin was too much for Dick. "For god's sake, just tell me what you want!"

"The properties are now listed under your name, Richard," Blockbuster told him. "Apparently the location has some sentimental value to you, and as new city development expanded into the area, your father wanted to preserve them and restore them to what they were. He bought them well above their value, but then I can appreciate that family is more important than money."

Dick was stunned, to say the least. He had been the one to tell Lucius Fox about the dilapidated state of the old Fair Grounds and how, in the days prior to his family's deaths, it had been a glorious sight and one he looked forward to whenever Haly's came to Gotham. He had never imagined that it would get back to Bruce, or that his guardian would do something like that for him.

But it wasn't worth Bruce's life.

"If that's true," Dick said, licking nervously at his lips, "then I'll sign them over to you. Whatever you want, I'll give it to you. Just don't – don't hurt him. Please."

Roland Desmond smiled and lifted the weapon away from Bruce's head. "I know you would, Richard. However, the property's not what's I want from you."

"Money? I don't have access to a lot, but what I have – it's yours!"

"No, nothing as lowbrow as money." Blockbuster waved his hand dismissively, and the two goons behind Bruce picked up the man under his arms and started dragging him back to the van despite his struggles. "There were several crates in the basement of one of the buildings, Richard. I want them back. You're going to find them for me."


"My sources have told me they have been removed to a Wayne Foundation Storage Facility until they can be inspected at a later date." Desmond glanced back to the van as the doors were shut after Bruce had been shoved inside again. "The contents of those crates are part of a time-sensitive business venture and I don't have the time to waste in trying to locate them. You can, and will, find them for me."

He motioned again and Dick was lifted to his feet. "Two of my men will accompany you back to Wayne Enterprises where you will, by whatever means necessary, discover the location of the facility the crates were transferred to. If they report back to me any uncooperative behavior on your part, Wayne will die. If you contact or try to contact anyone, be it the police or a certain Bat, Wayne will die. If you are not back here in two hours with the information I want, Wayne will die. Are we clear, Richard? And remember: the longer you take, the more likely I am to entertain myself with your father."

Dick nodded, not bothering to hide the glower he directed at the gangster. "Crystal."

The hood was slipped over his head again and he was loaded into what he assumed was the backseat of one of the SUVs. He was pushed onto his side before the door was slammed shut and the engine started up with a quiet hum. As the vehicle drove, Dick's mind raced as he tried to come up with a plan.

He could escape the handcuffs easily enough - a tiny lock-pick hidden in the white gold band of his watch- and he could subdue his guards, but then what? If he went back to the harbor without the escorts Blockbuster would know something went wrong and Dick didn't doubt the threat to Bruce's life. It was the same if he took out the guards and went back as Nightwing. Even with backup he would be hard pressed to stop a bullet from killing his father. He realized he only had one choice: he had to give Desmond what he wanted.

Several minutes later, the SUV drew to a stop and he was pulled out of the back seat. The hood was once again removed and when his vision adjusted he recognized the underground garage of Wayne Tower. In fact, they were parked in Bruce's private spot closest to the executive elevator.

"Let's go." One of the soldiers grabbed his right upper arm and pulled him toward the elevator. He was shoved forward, stumbling to a stop in front of the security panel. "Access code."

"Seven-two-nine-nine-eight-four-one-seven-three-se ven."

When the doors opened he was pushed inside where he positioned himself with his back to the wall. One of his captors kept his gun trained on Dick, while the other let his hand hover over the buttons. "Floor."

"Bruce's office; the seventy-eighth floor," Dick grudgingly answered.

The elevator started its ascent and Dick frowned. "You realize that security will notice the guns and hoods, right?" He flicked his eyes up to the camera in the corner of the elevator and he knew that they had seen it too. "They'll have called the GCPD by now and then we'll all have a problem."

Goon number one, his gun still aimed at the teen, shook his head. "Communications Jammer in truck; Cell phones, cameras, land lines, everything's off line in a three block radius until we say so."

Nothing else was said and in minutes the elevator was stopping on the designated floor. Dick was shoved out of the car and into the hall.

"Wayne's office, where is it?"

Dick swallowed. "Down the hall on the right, it's the door at the very end."


Dick was pushed forward and he led his guards through the silent office. It only took a few minutes for them to enter Bruce's office and for Dick to access the man's computer, once the cuffs were removed from his wrists. He was watched carefully the entire time, the muzzle of the machine gun never more than a few inches away from his head. While the computer searched for the information they wanted, he took an empty memory stick from Bruce's desk and hooked it into the computer. When the search stopped, he transferred all information pertaining to the crates in question to the USB drive.

He stood from the chair and looked at the two men, fisting the small device in his palm. "If I give this to you now, what guarantee do I have that Bruce and I won't be killed?"

One of the guards just grabbed his arms and pulled them behind his back, snapping the cuffs back in place, but did not make a move to relieve him of the information. "You will give the information to the Boss, then you and your Father will be free to go."

Doubt crept through him as he was once again escorted out of the office and to the elevator, but he didn't question them. His fist tightened around the drive, the only leverage he had for both Bruce's life and his own.

It was as easy getting out of Wayne Tower as it had been getting in. Once he was inside the vehicle, the hood having been replaced over his head, they were soon cruising through the streets of Gotham. Several times he heard squad cars pass by with their sirens blaring, and each time his heart all but stopped with the thought they'd be discovered before he got back to Bruce. But the muscle behind the wheel just kept driving and soon the sound of gravel crunching under the wheels could be heard.

Outside the SUV and again kneeling in the rocks, the hood was taken from his head and Dick found himself back where he had been. Circled in by vehicles, though he couldn't see the cargo van from earlier, and well armed goons, while Blockbuster lounged casually in a chair. The mobster wore a large satisfied smile as he rose and approached his captive.

"I'm touched by how much you must care for your father, Richard." The man was sincere in his words and he crouched in front of the youth. "You are not his blood, a bond of only paper names you father and son, and yet you bring me what I want with no hesitation and so very promptly. Would he have done the same for you, I wonder?"

Dick leveled a hard glare at the man. "Yes."

Desmond regarded him for a moment before nodded. "Yes, I suppose he would. I saw how resistant he was when we sequestered him from the other boy, and only a threat to young Timothy's person calmed him. I also heard how hard he fought my men when you were collected. Only a father would have such disregard for his own life in the face of a threat to his children. I can respect that." Reaching around to Dick's back, Blockbusters fingers plucked the USB drive from his hands.

"You have what you want." Dick pressed the criminal when Blockbuster rose to his feet and moved to retake his seat. "Where's Bruce?"

The large man motioned in a direction and Dick looked. Their position on the rocky beach afforded them a view of the pier overhead. At the edge of it was the van that had been missing from the group with two armed men standing on either side of it.

"A precaution in case you were uncooperative," Blockbuster said unapologetically. "You have done well, so far, and I will allow you to join him."

Dick was picked up off his knees by his two guards and started to be dragged toward the nearby stairs leading up to the boardwalk. "So far? I gave you want you asked! Now let Bruce go like you said you would!"

"I don't know that you've done so, Richard." Blockbuster held the USB drive up in the air, inspecting it as he spoke. "He is the only assurance I have that what you have brought me is truly what I asked for. Unless there is something you would like to tell me about the information on this disk, Richard?"

"It's all there." He snarled. "Every document and shipping man manifest I could find regarding your crates."

"Then you have nothing to worry about." Blockbuster smiled and waved forward a good that was carrying a closed laptop. "You will spend the next few hours with your father at my convenience and once I have retrieved my property you will be released. I give you my word."

With no other choice, Dick let himself be guided toward the stairs by the heavy hands on his arms. He had barely stepped foot on the first step when he heard an all too familiar whistle. He snapped his head back to Desmond just in time to see the Batarang strike the USB stick from Blockbuster's hand. Even at this distance and in the dim light, Dick recognized that the weapon was not one of Batman's.

Eyes wide with rage, Blockbuster surged to his feet. Even with Batgirl and Robin dropping in around them, easily taking on the unsuspecting goons, the gangster singled out Dick.

"No!" The teenager shouted, ignoring the shaking his head at the betrayal he saw burning in the man's eyes. "Please, I swear I didn't-"

"Kill them both!" he roared, before stalking away from the scene.

Before he realized he was moving, Dick was fighting his way out of the hold on his arms. He lashed out with his feet, his kicks connecting with knees and backs, driving the two soldiers to the ground. He delivered to solid kicks to their heads to keep them there.

A loud splash had him looking up a second after the van hit the water. He tucked into a roll as the vehicle bobbed on the surface before it starting sinking. As his body turned, he pulled his legs tight to his chest and maneuvered his cuffed arms from behind his back. Dick reached the water's edge just as the tail end of the van sunk beneath the waves.

The water of Gotham Bay quickly saturated his jeans as he ran into the surf, grateful that the tide was just starting to come in and the water at the end of the pier wouldn't be too much deeper than the van. When he couldn't run any further, he dove under into an oncoming wave and sliced downward through the water.

Salt water stung his eyes when he opened them but he could see the lights from the van and the string of bubbles rapidly escaping the submerged vehicle. Unable to use his hands, he kept them pointed in front of him as his legs propelled him onward. He reached the van, which had landed on its wheels, less than two minutes after it had gone under.

Tapping out a code quickly on the side of the van, warning Bruce to hold his breath, and hoping that his father was conscious, Dick braced his feet against the bumper and started to pull at the back door. The pressure against the doors was more than he anticipated meaning there was more inside the van, which was a good thing for Bruce. His arms were shaking and he felt the doors begin to move. Water began running in quicker and a second later Dick was able to open one door fully.

Inside, Bruce had been knocked back by the force of the incoming water. Dick swam in quickly, his lungs starting to burn from lack of oxygen, and noticed that his father had gotten his hands free but his legs were still tightly bound and the gag remained. Hooking his own restrained arm around the man's chest, Bruce's hands gripping on to him tightly, Dick started the momentous task of getting them both back to the surface before they drowned.

The incoming tide worked in his favor, the surging water driving them closer to shore even as his weakening legs kicked the upward. He was never so relieved as when his head broke the surface. He opened his mouth to inhale, only to swallow and choke on a wave that had crested over him. It pushed the two men back beneath the water but Dick's feet brushed against the rocky bottom.

Kicking off the stones, He was above the water again and spitting the salty brine from his mouth while he struggled to bring Bruce's head into the air. Another wave hit them, knocking Dick from his feet but propelling them closer to shore. When the water receded, the teen was finally able to gasp in a breath and he could hear Bruce do the same through his nose.

A moment later, Dick was pulling them both out of the water and onto the pebbled beach. Dick was gasping and coughing the water from his lungs as he knelt on the shore, propping his father up against his chest as he helped the man work the tape free from his face.

When the older man was finally able to take a deep breath between his lips, Dick tightened his arms around Bruce's shoulders and closed his eyes, letting his head rest against Bruce's wet hair. Dick shuddered with relief when one of Bruce's hands clasped onto his wrist and the other hand reached up to grip Dick's neck reassuringly.

"You did good, Dick."

Bruce's murmured words had him smiling to himself but otherwise he didn't move. Holding tight without hurting, neither seemed in any hurry to move or let go: each was just happy the other was alive.






August 29 2015 03:45 EST





Exhaustion heavy in every part of his body Dick, for once, didn't begrudge the gurney wheeling him from the ER to the room he had been assigned. Once the adrenaline of the night had worn off he had begun to feel the lumps and bruises, and concussion, he had obtained through the ordeal. He hadn't heard anything about Bruce yet and his nurse was rather reluctant to share that information... if she had any.

So he was pleasantly surprised when the room he was placed in was not a single, but a double. And that his roommate for the evening was the man in question. Bruce was sitting up with the mechanical bed position to support him, carding his fingers through the dark hair of the head on his lap. Squeezed up onto the narrow mattress was Tim, eyes closed and face lax in sleep. It was a position Dick was familiar with, having taken it himself many times when younger - and smaller - when Bruce was hurt and bedridden.

Dick's bed was moved in to place and the wheels locked. The nurse frowned at the sight of the sleeping boy but said nothing. She did, however, remind the other two that they were meant to be resting. After receiving what were, without a doubt, insincere promises from both patients, she just shook her head and left the room with the orderly behind her.

As soon as the door was latched shut, Dick was pushing back his blankets and moving across the short expanse of space between the two. Without disturbing his sleeping foster brother, he enveloped his father in a strong hug that was just as strongly returned.

"They wouldn't tell me anything," he muttered into the man's shoulder.

"Observation only," Bruce told him quietly. "A few bruises and cuts, nothing that required sutures."

Dick was reluctant to let go just yet, so he didn't. "Have you heard anything about Alfred?"

"They hit him with a low dose of Nembutal. He was already coming out of the sedation when Jim and Barbara got to the house."

Dick was gently nudged and he grudgingly let his father push him away, even if it was only far enough to be able to look him in the face. Bruce's eyebrow was arched in silent question.

"Just a mild concussion," Dick admitted with an indifferent shrug.

"A Grade 3 concussion," Bruce corrected. He reached up to the back of Dick's head and gently felt the stitches that had been needed to close the wound. His frown told just how angry Bruce was. "I saw the hit, Dick. Hell! I heard the crack your head made when they struck you. You're lucky they didn't split your skull open. What the hell were you thinking walking into a situation like that?"

"I was thinking about saving your life!" Dick snapped indignantly. "I got back to the house late. I found Alfred, then Tim, and a note saying I had until 10pm to get across Gotham or you were going to die. I had fifteen minutes, Bruce! Fifteen! I couldn't have cared less about me, I just..."

His anger quickly fading, Dick stepped back to his bed and slumped to a seat on the edge of the mattress. He rubbed a fatigued hand over his face before looking back at Bruce and meeting his father's eyes.

"Is this how it felt?" he asked, his voice thick with residual fear and desperation. "All those times I've been kidnapped; is this how you felt?"

Bruce swallowed and shook his head. "No. It was different."

"How?" Dick scoffed.

"Because I'm your father." The dark brown eyes that bore into his were awash with emotions he rarely saw Bruce express. "Because it's my job, my duty, to protect you. Those time you were taken; God, Dick, I felt like the worst father in the world because I hadn't been able to keep them from taking you. I'm supposed to keep you guys safe, not the other way around. Tonight, I couldn't do that."

"I'm not that kid anymore, Bruce," Dick reminded him gently. "You've done a hell of a job raising me since my parents died and you've taught me what it means to be responsible for someone else's wellbeing. Sometimes, that someone is going to be you."

"That's not how it's supposed to work."

"Well, that's how it's going to work!" Dick retorted resolutely. "You want to protect me-" he motioned to Tim, "-to protect us, I get it! You don't want to lose us! But, damn it, Bruce! You're going to have to realize that we don't want to lose you either! I will do whatever I have to, to see you come home! Always!"

The man was silent and Dick could see him mulling over what he had said. He was about to say more, hoping to drive his point home, when the third inhabitant of the room beat him to it.

"He's right, Bruce." Tim said from his spot next to Bruce, his eyes not bothering to open. "We've both lost one set of parents already; do you really think we'll just sit back and do nothing while you're taken from us too? Not going to happen. Deal with it. Now both of you go to sleep. Or I'm going to tell Alfred that you kept me up all night after a very trying ordeal."

Dick snorted in amusement. "Low, Timmy. Real low."

"Bite me. Go to sleep."

Bruce gave a small laugh and smiled at his oldest son. "All right, you win."

It was said as if giving in to Tim's demand for sleep, but Dick knew it was the best acknowledgement of their changing situation.

Bruce may be his father, but Dick wasn't a child anymore. He was growing up and becoming so much more than just that little boy who needed rescuing. He was a protector in his own right now. As Nightwing and, soon, as Officer Grayson. All he had ever wanted to do, since that night his family fell, was to protect what family he had left. First Bruce and Alfred, then Tim and the Team.

And whether they liked it or not, he would give his last breath to do just that.

Settling in to his bed, Dick watched as Bruce reached up and turned off the lights above his own bed and adjusted the blankets of him and Tim. Catching the older man's eyes Dick smiled. As sleep overtook him, the last thing he saw was his father smiling softly back at him.

Since becoming Bruce Wayne's ward, Dick Grayson has been kidnapped more times than he would like. Yet every time, Bruce has done what had to be done to bring him home. But what happens when the shoe is on the other foot?
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Fall for you  (A.U, Characters: Damian, Dick.)

"I'm sorry, I don't know what you're talking about. I wish I could help you."

"Grayson! You have to believe me." That strange boy growled into his face once more. He was a little bit younger than Dick was, and he must be involved with drugs or something because he dawned the oddest costume. "You, you, you're the original Robin. You're the original partner to Batman, Grayson- you must remember!"

"I'm sorry, but no. I've only ever been a member in the Flying Graysons, I'm not associated with Batman; I've never even been in Gotham city." Dick shakes his head for good effect, but the kid doesn't want to give. Those heavy blue eyes pierced Dick's soul. "Listen, kid, what's your name?"

"Damian. I'm your Robin. You're the new Batman…" Dick hesitates to respond to that, and the kid- Damian, he shakes his head likes he's disappointed in Dick, and for a fraction of a second, he avoids eye contact. And then, his shoulders tremble, and he heaves a heavy sigh. "Grayson, please."

Whispers in the Dark (Characters: Bruce, Dick, Joker.)

Robin watched with trembling shoulders as his mentor cracked the skull of a murderer into the concrete of the floor. Joker cackled in the corner, a comfortable distance away from Batman.

"Lookie, lookie- Bird-boy, it doesn't seem to matter who he hurts, does it?" And he irrupted into a fit of giggles as Bru-Batman slugged a cop coming to his assistance. If Robin had thrown the batarang a fraction of a second later…

And then Batman was lunging at him, oh God. His feet barely register the orders to MOVE DAMMIT!- in time, Batman misses him completely, barely. And Robin takes off, because, no doubt about it, Batman could crush Robin flat in 2.3 seconds give or take a few. So he books it, and he's always been faster at roof-hopping than Bruce ever was, but this time he's really flying fast and Batman is on his heels the entire time.

"Batman, Stop!" He cries when Batman get's a hold of that damned yellow cape and yanks as Dick, who gives and undignified yelp, struggles against his partner's grip. But it all seems pretty useless, and Dick scrunches his eyes closed and tries to become invisible….

Savages (A.U, Characters: Bruce, Dick, Jason.)

Jason swung once, twice, three times, but to no avail, Dick merely danced away from his strikes. That's right, he danced away. It wasn't even manly, he literally twirled on his toes, like he was in ballet or something. And he fuckin' laughed about it.

"Cheer up, Jason." Dick's mouth twisted and curled into a crooked smile, "Not many people can say they at least matched up to the original, you really shouldn't be too hard on yourself."

And he back flips, for no reason, Jason hadn't even attacked him… Dick's head turns and follows Batman's shadows in the darkness. He shows off that million dollar smile of his and jumps off the rooftop. Jason follows him.

"You weren't supposed to turn out like this!" Jason screams, and it was true. Dick was supposed to grow up and be perfect, and wonderful. He was supposed to stay the same, at least.

"Aw, Jason misses his big bwodder? Hahaha. Sorry, I didn't know I had that much an affect on you, Darling."  Dick laughs as he catches himself on a windowsill.

Psalm 73(My God's Enough) (A.U, Characters: Roy, Lian, Dick, Damian, random tart.)

Roy's fingers fumbled with the keys to his apartment. God, all the keys looked the same… Briefly he wonders, in is drunken state, if that new guy he'd hired to baby-sit Lian had already put the girl to bed. And if so, would he also, please be asleep somewhere- preferably not in Roy's apartment. Not right now, anyway.

A little giggle came from the woman who was wrapped around Roy's waist, and he laughed with her over nothing. As Roy struggled to insert the key into the locked door, he yelped when the door opened on it's own.

"You must be Mr. Harper!" That dude babysitter totally was not out of the apartment, yet… "You're late."

Roy suddenly notices how young the babysitter is, why, he's just a baby, himself. How old was he, it said he was 18 or something. This kid looked eight. The girl around Roy's waist invites herself to pass out on top of Roy, and the boy gives him a disapproving scowl.

"Ah, Mr. Harper!" And Roy's eyes avert to a young adult coming from Lian's room, he crosses the hallway, quickly, and rest his hand on the boy's shoulder. "This is my little brother, Damian, I usually don't bring him here, but his school got canceled and my dad couldn't pick him up so Lian and I went to grab him. I hope you don't mind."

"Grayson, I can't believe you've degraded yourself to be working for a slob like this." Damian hisses at the babysitter, who brushes the comment off with a, "You weren't complaining when you were playing with Lian."

"I'll pay you in the morning?" Roy bothered to ask as he stumbled into the living room after failing to right a check for the umpteenth time. And the two left.


"Grayson, why didn't you tell him you needed the check, now?  Or asked for whatever cash he had on him, at least." Damian growled. Dick smiled, and shook his head.

"It's okay, Damian. I'm not homeless, yet."

"No, but you will be, in the morning." Dick, laughed.

"My God's enough for me, this world has nothing I need."

Should've When You Could've (Charcters: Bruce, Clark, Dick, Alfred.)

Dick heaves a sigh as he sits by the window in Bruce's study. He'd been waiting for two hours for the older man, and he was done with waiting now. Being Bruce's ward was not all it was cracked up to be, the man was never even around. And as far as Dick could figure, Bruce was always hanging out with this news reporter, "Clark Kent." Maybe they were best friends, maybe they were strictly business, maybe it was one of those forbidden romances girls always got so worked up over… whatever the case, Bruce always passed up a day with Dick for a day with Clark.

"Master Richard, I know you must be disappointed, but I'm sure Bruce has a good reason to have missed your birthday."  Alfred poked his head into the room. Dick looks up, and nods at Alfred.

"Yeah, He'll have a good alibi, just like all the other times." Dick sighs. Alfred's heart aches at the crestfallen look upon Dick's face.

"Well, if I may, Master Richard, I should like to present you with a small gift, for you."

Dick perked up, instantly as Alfred placed a small baby blue box before him. Dick eyes twitched up to Alfred and then to the box, his lips curling into a smile.

"Thanks, Alfred, you shouldn't have!" Dick grins, hands extending to unwrap the lovely little box. "Oh, wow."

"That's a batarang, I believe. A genuine article from the Batman himself- I came across it one day. Costly little thing. But it's certainly worth every penny to see the smile on your face, master Richard." Dick grinned and hugged Alfred tight, for a second- surprising the butler with the boy's strength.

"Thank you, Alfred! It's great!" Dick scurried off, to find a nice place to put his new prize.

Alfred's smile turned to a frown, he was going to have to have a long talk with Bruce about today.

I Want to Hold Your Hand (Universe: Young Justice, Characters: M'gann, Superboy, Wally, Dick.)

Kid Flash's laugh was really obnoxious, Robin decided. But pleasant, yeah. And he smiled up at the redhead, who was laughing about some stupid joke Superboy hadn't told quite right. Superboy, and M'gann must've thought Kid Flash was making fun of poor Superboy with those disapproving looks they had. Robin's grin only widened, Wally and he just got each other like that.]

There was no other way to explain it. They simply understood each other that well. Robin laughs lightly as he takes his rightful place besides the speedster. Wally glances his way for a sec and then they're both laughing about nothing, because they can. Because it was simply that wonderful to be in the same room with such a good friend.

Robin begins to move away, his fingers brush lightly of K.F's and sparks fly.

Chemistry, that was the word for it. Yeah. Robin and Kid Flash had chemistry.

One Day Too Late (Characters: Bruce, Dick.)

Bruce's laughter chimes together with Dick's. Their fingers intertwine, today was a special day. Just for them.

Dick was glowing, of course, Dick was always glowing, but perhaps Bruce was noticing it this time because they were at the tip top of the Ferris wheel at the local carnival.

Dick and he had spent most of their time on rides, games were a forgotten thing- Dick wanted to ride the rides. That's why, though Bruce was concerned with over half of the ride's safety, they'd gone on all of the rides. And they'd gone on all the rides at least twice. The Ferris wheel was the last ride of the night, however.

"My face hurts from smiling so much." Dick announces at random, the corner of Bruce's lip curls upward, playfully.

"Then you should stop smiling."

"I can't! "Dick laughs,  his fingers clench Bruce's hand underneath his.

Misty's Song (Characters: Dick, Damian.)

Damian glances over, quickly, to Grayson whose studying the computer screen. Then he grumbles something under his breath; returning to his own computer screen.

After what seems like forever, he's halfway through with the work he's done, and he reluctantly lets out a small yawn, stretches, and chances a glance at Grayson, once more. Grayson is still dutifully at work on his computer.

Damian returns to his own job. When he's completed the task at hand, he allows himself to stretch, once more, and to glance at Grayson. However, he's somewhat startled to find Grayson looking right on back at him.

"Tt, I've finished." Damian states, crossing his arms across his torso. A small smile plays on Grayson's features. The elder male winks at Damian and, without a word, excuses Damian to his bedroom by swiveling around; back to his work.

Damian, frowns, feeling his face heat up as he leaves the Batcave.

All the Small Things (Characters; Roy, Dick.)

Roy and Dick laughed, rushing around the corner of the large school building. The hands locked together, as they played harmless pranks on the poor civilians(and others) currently residing within Gotham City.

"God, Ollie would kill me if he knew I did that to his car." Roy chuckled, his and Ollie's reason for being in Gotham was strictly business, but with your friendly neighborhood Robin just around the corner... he couldn't resist a small visit.

"It's just post-it notes," Dick exclaimed, as they walked down the street, "And besides, Bruce probably already knows we did it."

Roy nodded, if Batman new, then sooner or later Green Arrow would know. Oh well, it was just a harmless prank, right?

"You want to drop water balloons on people now, or should we paintball your school first?" Roy grinned. Dick's hand tightened around his and Roy was yanked in the direction of Gotham Academy.

Let it Be (A.U, Characters: Damian, Dick.)

Dick's arms curled loosely around the smaller, shaking figure.

"I'm so sorry Damian." Damian shook his head quickly, he wasn't crying. No way, he wasn't. Dick's grip tightened, and he began rocking the boy back in forth, as the boy sighed.

"There's nothing to be sorry for, in the end I didn't even know her well." Damian managed to say without a single crack or whimper in his voice. Dick, pulled the boy in closer.

"Damian, she was your mom, it's okay to cry about this." Dick assured the smaller boy. Damian huffed, and gave in to the tears, Dick wiped the wet trails off Damian's cheeks and simply held the boy close to him.

10 small stories inspired by 10 different songs on my Mp3 player. There you are, just for you guys.

Pairings: RoyXDick, WallyXDick, BruceXDick, DamianXDick, ClarkXBruce, and hints of others if you squint.

Characters: M'Gann, Superboy, Clark Kent, Wally Wast, Roy harper, Lian Harper, Richard(Dick) Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Jason Todd, Joker, Damian Wayne, Random Tart

Song list & Links:

Fall For you- Secondhand Serenade -> [link]

Whispers in the dark- Skillet -> [link]

Savages- Pochahontas -> [link]

Psalm 73 (My God's Enough) - Barlow Girl -> [link]

Should've When you Could've - Skillet -> [link]

I want to Hold Your Hand - Across the Universe (Beatles) -> [link]

One Day Too Late - Skillet -> [link]

Misty's Song- Pokemon -> [link]

All The Small Things- Blink 182 -> [link]

Let it Be- Across th Universe -> [link]

Warnings: Abuse, death, Pedophila, Homosexual Pairings, Alchohol mentioned, Manipulated personas, Drug use mentioned, Gang related violence mentioned, Violence, possible Suicide

Here's sort of like a 2nd part to it: [link]
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Young Justice: Coming Home-Complete-

"Something is wrong." Batman's gravely voice alerted the mentors of the team that he had entered the meeting room after they had returned from their mission.

"What is wrong Batman?" Martian Manhunter inquired.

"I can not reach the Cave or Robin. The Zeta tubes are down and Red Tornado is not responding." Batman reported and the present mentor's eyes widened suddenly on their feet completely alert.

"Fix those tubes! We need to get there now!" Black Canary ordered going into 'panicked mother mode' she look over to see both John and Batman already working on the program for the Zeta tubes in their own parental modes.

"They are working on our end, they are unresponsive on the Cave's end. We will have to beam to the nearest one and proceed from there." Batman reported and the league rushed to the Zeta Tubes, Superman was the last to go in.

"Recognized. Batman. Martian Manhunter. Green Arrow. Black Canary. Aquaman. Flash. Superman." The female voice rang out from broken speakers. The league members arrived in the back alley of a town close to Happy Harbor and they all made their way to Mount Justice. Superman and Martian Manhunter combined their powers and forced open the doors.

The league members stared at the destruction in front of them. Broken arrows and bird-a-rangs were scattered around the room along with small pools of drying water and mini fires clinging to every surface.

"Where are the children?" Black Canary asked panicked looking around as Green Arrow picked up a broken arrow shaft his hand curling around it.

"Robin's tracker is offline." Batman reported grimly looking up from his wrist computer.

"Can you contact Megan?" Black Canary turned to John her blonde hair swishing.

"I can not contact her, but I may be able to track her." John offered before closing his eyes leaving the league members waiting in suspense. "My niece is located in the hanger."

With those words everyone was off heading towards the hangers trying not to think the worse as they past more destruction and the many destroyed air ducts.

"One hell of a fight." Flash muttered before he skidded to a halt in the hanger. He froze in his boots barely noticing the other members coming to stand beside him. The hanger was even worse than the rest of the cave. Sprawled out on the floor below the ledge they were standing on was the team, every single one unconscious. Wally and Connor were encased in a strange gray substance; Artemis was passed on her side facing Megan who was in the same position. Kaldur was lying on his stomach with Robin next to him.

"Robin!" Batman was the first to unfreeze from seeing the team in this state. He leapt off the ledge, landing on the ground soundlessly before kneeling by the boy wonder's side. Batman growled lowly as he took in the soaked uniform and slight flush on his cheeks. Batman slipped into as Flash put it 'Daddy Bat's mode' as he pulled the limp body into his arms, wrapping his cape around the shivering boy. Seeing Robin cloaked in the cape caused the others to jump into action. Flash was at Wally's side in a second, starting to work on the substance that was holding his nephew.

"Hey, come on wake up." Flash paused to remove the goggles and mask trying to wake his nephew up. The teen's eyes slowly opened, hazy and full of confusion.

"Un'ca B'rry?" Wally moaned.

"I'm right here Wally." Flash reassured his nephew noticing that Miss Martian was slowly waking up thanks to her uncle's telepathic efforts. Black Canary was stroking Connor's dark hair as the Superboy tried to shake off the last effects of being unconscious. Aquaman was helping Aqualad by dripping salt water onto the dark skinned teen to aid in the healing; his icy eyes were slowly opening as he looked up at his king. Green Arrow had Artemis's head in his lap as both him and Superman tried to wake her up, but her head lolled to the side, as she stayed unconscious. Flash noticed that Robin was still out much to the Bat's dismay.

"You have one minute to tell me why Robin isn't waking up." Batman growled to the team members who were awake.

"He uh." Wally stammered trying to put it nicely but Connor beat him to it, being blunt as always.

"He only was only awake for a few minutes after almost drowning before Red Tornado turned on us and knocked us out." Connor stated angrily turning away from Black Canary who blinked in shock at the news of Red Tornado doing this to them.

"Tell us exactly what happened." Batman snarled increasing his hold on the unconscious bird in his arms.

"Megan, Wally, Kaldur and myself were here in the hanger when out of no where two robots who looked like Red Tornado appeared, one controlled water and the other controlled fire. They trapped Kaldur and Megan in a small cage of fire while Wally and I were trapped in this goo." Connor explained nodding down at the gray substance that Flash and surprisingly Superman had started to try to break away from the teens. Superman wouldn't even look at Connor, but hey he was helping him so it was a small step in the right direction.

"What happened next?" Black Canary asked bringing Connor back to reality.

"Right, sorry. We had no idea where Robin and Artemis were but the two robots disappeared to go after the two when they arrived. After hearing explosions, the robots gave the two a 10-minute deadline or else they would kill us. More explosions were heard before the two appeared here, Robin managed to get one of his bird-a-rangs to us." Connor nodded to the red disk embedded beside Wally's head.

The speedster's head was still down as he took deeps breathes as Flash listened to Connor, worked on the substance and talked in a hushed rapid voice to the teen to calm him down.

"We then created a plan to use a EMP blast to take the robots out. Kid Flash and I distracted the robots while Robin came in to install the device, but he couldn't get it to work without metal. He then was captured by a wave of water; he blacked out and was out for a while. Artemis showed up, pretending to be surrendering herself… That's all I got because we were submerged in water… Then the water level lowered so the EMP blast must have worked. Megan, Artemis, Robin and Kaldur all woke up and came down to help us, that's when Red Tornado appeared saying he lost contact with us. He beamed to the closet Zeta tube and came to help us; the EMP wore off as he touched on of the robots. His eyes glowed and he turned on us, sucking all the air out of the hanger and we all must have blacked out…" Connor finished explaining before leaning his head back totally out of breath and not used to having to talk this much. Black Canary stroked his hair softly like a mother would and gave him a smile, as the substance around him and Wally broke apart. She grunted as she took the weight of the super teen against her body, Flash was supporting his nephew and Superman stood back awkwardly.

"Are you alright Connor?" Megan asked weakly as she was placed in her Uncle's lap.

"Be more worried about yourself please. I almost lost you." Connor smiled softly at the red haired Martian, Black Canary grinned pleased at the bond between the two young superheroes in training. Superman looked between the two confused and studied Connor's face more intently than he ever had before. Martian Manhunter just nodded as he kept his niece in his arms and Batman nodded his head with a little smirk on his exposed lips.

"Thank you for keeping me alive Kaldur." Megan turned to look at Aqualad next, the teen who was now on his feet being hovered over by Aquaman (just in case).

"You are most welcome Megan. I am glad we are all unharmed from this event." Kaldur said wisely, a smile on his lips before it turned down at the sight of Robin and Artemis still passed out. "Are they alright?" He asked, going to take a step towards his fallen teammates but swayed and before Aquaman could move Black Canary was at Kaldur's side steadying him. "Thank you." He smiled softly and she returned the smile.

"They should wake up soon…" Wally stated rubbing his throat looking worried at his best friend and Artemis his 'secret' crush.

"Uhhh." A muffled moan came from the bundle in Batman's arms. Batman looked down and unwrapped the cape from around Robin slightly so the others could see him. "Did someone get the number of the truck that hit me?" Robin moaned rubbing his throat before blushing as he saw he was being cradled in Batman's arms.

"You okay Rob?" Wally asked leaning on Flash.

"I've had better days… Where is Red Tornado? He has some nerve!" Robin growled but it came out weak and horse.

"Calm Robin." Black Canary soothed moving towards the youngest member of the team after making sure Kaldur could stand on his own. "We will figure this out." She brushed back his messy bangs, frowning at the wetness that came from his black hair, Batman noticed this and wrapped the teen in his arms tighter in his cape hoping to transfer his own body heat to his son.

"Kay." Robin agreed without any snarky comment, eyes half lidded and leaning into the heat that Batman was giving off, this worried the whole league Robin never just answered something with 'kay'.

"Hey Artemis? You okay kid?" Green Arrow tried to wake the blonde who was stirring. She opened her eyes moaning as Green Arrow propped her up against his thigh.

"Y-Yeah… Wait! Where is Red Tornado and the other 'red's?" She asked startled looking around wildly, not even snickering as she took in Robin being cradled in Batman's arms.

"Gone, all three of them." Robin spoke up and Artemis frowned placed her hand against her head.

"Damn…" She breathed leaning heavily against Green Arrow's thigh.

"We will deal with this, but right now you all need rest, liquids and dry clothes before you catch a cold." She placed her hands on her hips giving them what she heard them dub 'Mama Canary look'.

"Yes Ma'am." The team agreed in unison.

"You can put me down now." Robin told his mentor/father quietly.

"I don't think so." Batman grunted as he started towards the thankfully untouched medical bay, the others took a cue from him and helped the rest of the team to the bay. Flash had managed to get Kid Flash onto his back; Green Arrow and Martian Manhunter had picked their charges in their arms like Batman was holding Robin. Aquaman was supporting Kaldur; Black Canary was hovering over Connor while Superman was trailing behind the group feeling out of place.

Batman noticed that his charge had fallen asleep and was still shivering in his damp Robin suit, he left the room and in a few minutes he had returned with Robin in warm and dry clothes, the teen had woken up and managed to get his own clothes on but stumbled when he went to walk thus making the Bat swoop in and pick him back up in his arms. Batman was about to lay his charge down on a medical bed when he noticed that Robin had a death grip on a piece of his cape and had fallen asleep. Batman gave a small hidden smile and settled himself down on the medical bed, leaning against the metal wall behind him giving everyone a 'Daddy Bat' glare and that canceled out any snickers from Flash.

The other teens where placed on the medical beds, well Superboy was resisting wanting to stay by Megan's side but a well placed glare from Black Canary had him sulking on his own bed beside Megan, both their fingers laced together none the less. The league members rushed about connecting IV's to the teens that needed them and making sure they were comfortable.

Robin slept on peacefully in Batman's grasp while Connor slowly dropped off to sleep as Megan did. John gave Connor an appraising look and Superman was still staring at Superboy deep in thought. Kid Flash, Artemis and Kaldur were slowly falling asleep thanks to a little bit of sedative injected in their IV lines.

They would deal with Red Tornado and the destruction of the Cave tomorrow but all that mattered right now was that the team is safe and sound under their mentor's watchful and protective eyes.

Young Justice-Coming Home-Complete

AU! Set during ‘Home Front’ what the reactions of the League were when they finally get the signal from the Cave. Fluffy, Daddy!Bats and Mama!Canary. This is how I wanted this episode to end instead of everyone just standing there frowning. 

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They're just messing around in the study when Dick puts the stereo on, and starts tapping his feet to Cheap Trick. Stephanie hums along, Cassandra looks interested, and Tim raises his eyebrows. Bruce, and Mr. Permanently-attached-to-these-earphones-that-mercifully-block-out-most-of-your-garbage-Grayson — that is, Damian — ignore the music completely, but that's just predictable to the point of being boring.

Still, Dick is inordinately proud of the fact that he sticks to only whistling the next few songs, with maybe a little hip shake or two. When the last track on the playlist comes on, though, it's not so much a time for words as as it to give in to the music and just dance.

Steph and Cass are quick to join him, and Dick figures there are worse things in life than dancing with two pretty girls. Especially if one of them is enthusiastically singing the words along with him.

"Tt. You sound like a harpy, Brown." Dick doesn't need to turn to see Damian's glare, but Steph laughs.

"Twerp." She promptly hauls him to his feet, and this time Dick does turn, because the look of shock mingled with outrage that how dare you attempt to make me dance, Fatgirl is too good to miss.

Cass gets Tim into the action too, shyly holding her hand out to him. Dick worries for a brief moment that Timmy'll try to squirm out of it, but his little brother allows himself be swept in to their circle, his hesitancy turning into a tentative chuckle as Cass swings him around.

With the kids neatly partnered off, Dick closes his eyes and dances by himself for a while. Lets his lips curve up in a smile as he mouths the words; let his hips roll with each guitar twang. It's easy to get caught up in the music, even if it's coloured by the noise of Damian's grumbles and Steph's off-key efforts.

"♫ You can run into my arms - it's okay, don't be alarmed, come with meeeee ♫"

Dick rouses himself as the song hits its bridge. The kids are carrying on behind him, but he's only got eyes for the one person in the room who is still sitting down. The inspiration for the entire mix-tape, as it were, even if said person would be appalled to have inspired anything that involves sugary sweet pop music. But that's what Dick's here for.

"Come on, Bruce." He holds out his hand. "Dance with me."

Bruce glances up from his paperwork, one brow arching perfectly on his handsome face. Not for the first time, Dick thinks that he would make a good Vulcan.

"Come on!" Dick laughs, reaching over to tug at Bruce's fingers. It's fruitless, and he's about to try and yank Bruce up by his belt loops when Dick's suddenly circled in a strong embrace, and —

Oh. They're dancing now, legs intertwined and hips smashing together. Dick wraps his hands around Bruce's neck, guiding them both in time with the rhythm, and tries to hide the stupid grin on his face by burying it in Bruce's shoulder. Fails at doing so, if Tim's eye-roll and Damian's glare are anything to go by.

"♫ When the sun shines, we'll shine together ♫"

Bruce pulls back a little, then. Before Dick knows what's happening, the room's a revolving blur because he's being spun out and back into Bruce's arms. He can't help laughing as he takes a hold of Bruce's hand, lacing their fingers together as they continue swaying and swinging along to the beat. This is Bruce letting go, and Dick loves him for it.

The lyrics are starting to fade away now, and Dick might see Tim and Steph air-guitaring to the final riff if he looks, but he can't, not when Bruce is smiling back at him. It's mostly in the eyes, and the most beautiful thing Dick's ever seen.

"You'll always be my friend?" Bruce says, his lips lifting slightly at the corners.

Dick's grin is as earnest as it is mischievous. "My umbrella will always have room for you."

That earns him a little huff, but Dick knows it's a laugh. A laugh, and then it's both of them leaning into the kiss, their mouths warm and hungry for each other, not stopping even when the song's final notes close out.

The kids are cat-calling at them to get a room, but Bruce and Dick only smile into each other's lips, and carry on dancing — holding hands, and kissing at every step and turn.
Batman comics fanfiction - gen with a side of Bruce/Dick - ~640 words - PG.

A bit of fluff that came about when I was putting the finishing touches to my Bruce/Dick fanmix. The track in question is Manic Street Preachers' cover of "Umbrella".
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Steve was on his way to the hospital. He was there every day. Every. Single. Day. He didn't want to miss anything.

He will never forget that day. There was a battle. A clunk of metal when a huge piece of debris fell on Tony who was flying through the sky. He didn't notice it, and the debris just fell down smashing Tony underneath. Steve's heart stopped seeing that. He rushed to him, but couldn't move it an inch. He started to shout for Thor or Hulk knowing that he needs their strength, but the battle was tough and nobody heard him. So he just stood there, falling on his knees, nearly breaking his hands in a desperate attempt to move the piece. The battle was ending. Thor noticed Steve and rushed to him. He didn't even had to ask, hearing Steve frantically repeating the brunet's name. One swing of his hammer and the debris fell into smaller pieces. Steve covered his eyes, as he rushed into the grey cloud of dust, trying to feel the piece of metal. The dust was falling and he spotted a gleam of red and gold. He fell on his knees in front of Tony, tearing off the metal piece covering his face. The brunet's eyes were closed, blood trickling from his mouth. Then it went blank for Steve.

He remembered doctors. Hospitals. More hospitals. More doctors. Tony's body was healing, but he refused to open his eyes. He had the best medical care anyone could afford, but he still didn't wake up. And it lasted for more than 6 months now.

Steve was trying to hold together, telling himself that Tony is strong. He will wake up. He will wake up, because he knew Tony loves him and won't leave him alone. He hoped for that. But days turned into weeks, weeks into months and it was getting harder each day. There were many days Steve cried himself to a shallow sleep, not deep enough to make him rest, but sufficient enough to keep him alive. He couldn't live any longer in the Avengers Tower. Everyone was wonderful and understanding towards him, but after a while he couldn't stand this any longer. He got back to his apartment on Brooklyn. But it was too far from the hospital Tony was in so he lived in a hotel for some time, until he found an apartment near the hospital. All this to be closer to Tony.

Steve's footsteps echoed through the corridor. A nurse lift her head from the desk, giving him a worried look. Everyone already knew Steve here. They had no heart to tell him that Tony's chances for recovery are very small. Steve gave her a polite nod as he walked past her to the room Tony was.

Steve stopped for a while before entering the room. He knew he had to do it. He took a deep breath as he entered and threw on a brave face.
"Hey babe," he said gently, approaching Tony.

Tony was in a bed, wrapped in covers. There were so many devices attached to his body, all making gentle noises, and as they scared Steve at the beginning, he learnt to ignore them with time. Steve caressed Tony's chin making sure that his goatee was properly trimmed. Once he snapped at the nurse, who forgot to do that. Snapping was a delicate word, he almost made the nurse cry, he was screaming so much. But he wanted Tony to look neat when he wakes up. He knew that Tony would be upset if his goatee gets scruffy and it was at least he could do for him. Steve took a deep breath, sitting next to Tony on the chair he always sat.

"I was thinking about this, Tony" he started, trying to keep his voice calm. "I know you're strong babe, I know, you don't have to prove that to me. And I promise to be strong too.." his voice faltered as he felt tears in his eyes. He choked trying to keep them away. "I will be strong, Tony, I know you're here for me. But babe," he held gently Tony's hand between his. It nearly disappeared between his palms, "You have to go. Don't stay here because of me," he continued, kissing Tony's palm. "You can go. I will be alright. We will meet sooner or later, Tony. I promise." He gently put Tony's hand back on the bed, rubbing his eyes. "I know it's my fault you're still here.. so.. so this is the last time I will come here. I.. I'll come here again, just to say goodbye to you when it will be over, Tony. You have to go, sweetheart," Steve sobbed, kissing Tony's forehead. A few tears fell on Tony's face. Steve gently rubbed them away as he straighten up. "I will always love you," he gave Tony a last look and went out. The nurse spotted his grim expression and didn't say a word. The walk to his apartment was the longest one in his life. As he closed the door behind him, he went into the kitchen. He took out one of Tony's whiskey glass and pour himself some alcohol. The same brand of whiskey Tony always drank. He knew he can't get drunk, but this was all he had to remind him of his boyfriend. He sipped the liquid slowly, feeling the alcohol burning in his throat. But it was a good feeling. It did balance the salty tears flowing freely from his eyes.

The days were passing. Steve refused to leave his apartment, still waiting for the call from the hospital. After 5 days from his last visit he heard some frantic knocking on his doors.

"Steve, Steve!! Open the door!!" he heard Peppers voice. Steve slowly stood up from his seat and opened them, looking at her. She was panting as she was running all way up here which must have been a challenge considering the high heels she was wearing.
"You.. have to.. go.. hospital.. Tony.." she panted out. Steve saw tears in her eyes. He snapped his eyes wide open.
"Why nobody called me?!" he growled.
"Your mobile.. not charged.." she panted more. Steve mentally slapped himself in the face. He rushed past Pepper, running to the hospital.

No. Nonononono. They can't take him away. Not yet. He promised to say goodbye to him. Don't take him away. He felt tears in his eyes, making his vision blurry. But he had to keep running. He rushed into the hospital. Someone tried to stop him, but Steve just pushed the person away. He kept running. He stomped into the room, hoping that Tony was still there.

Tony was sitting on the bed, looking at the window. He heard someone enter the room and slowly turned his head around. He frowned seeing Steve. Steve just stood there, barely catching his breath. He thought that it was just a cruel prank of his tormented heart. He wanted so bad to see Tony awake that now he was seeing him.

"I woke up and you were not here. Why Steve?" Tony spoke, a grudge in his voice. Steve's breath quickened. It was happening for real.
"I'm sorry.." he whimpered, choking on his tears. The next second he rushed to Tony, wrapping his hands around the brunet. He was shaking, sobbing into Tony's chest. Tony smiled, holding him close.

"Stop crying, it's okay now," Tony said gently, rubbing his back.
"I thought.. I thought.." Steve stuttered, swallowing his tears.
"I know what you thought, I could hear you," he lift Steve's chin up, pecking his lips. "You really thought that I would leave you? No chance, Capsicle," Tony tried to provoke him using the nickname he knew Steve hated. But Steve didn't mind it. He missed Tony. He missed all of Tony, even his sarcasm and witty remarks. He was still sobbing.

"Come on now, you're making me cry too," Tony's voice trembled. Steve climbed on the bed, snuggling to him.
"Don't do it ever again to me," he pleaded.
"I'm sorry. I haven't exactly planned that, you know," he said smirking. Steve smiled a bit.

"Bastard" he grunted, burying his face into Tony's chest.
"Ew, you're leaving snot all over my fancy schmancy pj!" the brunet shuddered with fake disgust. Steve laughed.

"Why did I miss you again?" he asked with a smile.
"Because you love me," Tony smiled back.
"Riiight.." Steve drawled the word.
"And.. I love you too. I love you so much, Steve. Let's get married! Like right now. We will be living on some ranch and have 20 children all named after whiskey brands, so I could remember their names," he babbled. He knew that Steve was crying too much for the last months so he was determined to make him laugh now. And Steve laughed and Tony considered it as the most beautiful sound in the world.

original idea - Tony dies after Steve tells him that he can go, Steve commits suicide.
I couldn't do it. If I can't get a happy ending in my life, I at least want it in my writing.

because that what I do when I'm sad. I write to keep my mind occupied.

[link] - sad ending. read on your own risk!
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