Night Graffiti

Fic : Smile (Batman!Dick, Jim Gordon)

Wed, 12 Aug 2009 00:13:14 GMT

Title: Smile

Author: Nightfall_0

Fandom: Batman

Characters: Dick Grayson (Batman!Dick), Jim Gordon

Challenge: pick a character you particularly feel comfortable writing and one you’re not familiar with, from the same or different fandoms, and write a fic with these two characters ... and the FIRST prompt you receive from your f-list.

Rating: G

Words Count: 535

Summary: Gordon has something to say to the new Batman

Warnings: none

Notes: Written for smackmymuseup July's Writing Challenge Prompt : Smile

References to : Batman #687, Batman #688 and Batman&Robin #2.

Gotham City always appeared so peaceful from the roof of the Police Department. One wouldn’t believe that it was one of the most dangerous places in the world. The illusion was almost perfect for some moments, before the gaze fell on the Bat-signal shining against the dark sky.

That’s what Jim Gordon was thinking, when he heard the deep voice of Batman greeting him from behind his back. As usual, Jim hasn’t been able to sense him approaching, so he startled a bit.

“Good evening, Commissioner” the Dark Knight said, with his deep voice…just a little different “You’re alone tonight” he added, landing near the man.

“Yes” Gordon answered, turning around “Better if it’s just the two of us for what I have to tell you”

Batman shifted his position, facing Jim “Is it that bad?” he asked.

Gordon shrugged “No…I just wanted to tell you that I have figured it out” he stated.

“You figured out what?”

“How you upgraded your operation” Jim explained “You, for lack of a better word, graduated, and took a new Robin. I’m bringing Pike with me lately over here because I guessed you wouldn’t mind extra company, and I think he’s a smart guy, he’ll make a great carrier in the police” he paused “Well, it will be a little less exciting than becoming Batman from being Robin – and Nightwing in the middle – but I guess he won’t complain”

Batman tensed slightly, then shrugged. It was useless faking surprise or pretending to not understand Gordon’s words. He should have seen that coming; who, beside the superhero community, knew them so well to discover the secret?

“Well, what gave me away, Commissioner?” Dick asked, dropping the rough note of his Batman voice “The voice? The height? The acrobatics…”

“The smile” Gordon interrupted him

“I’m sorry?”

The Commissioner sighed “The smile” he repeated “Your smile” he corrected after a moment “It surprised me since the first time I met you. I didn’t agree that a kid so young should fight crime, but then I saw you smile so brightly and I thought that perhaps it wasn’t so bad if you were still that happy. And you kept smiling”.

Dick didn’t answer, lost for a moment in the memory of what he and Bruce have called over the years ‘the good old times’…and they really were. Smiling seemed easier back then…

“So when Batman showed up again” Gordon went on “His behaviour game me some hints…he was familiar yet different…and then he began smiling…”

“Commissioner, I didn’t mean to deceive you, it’s just…” Dick interjected

Gordon made a movement with his hand, as to mean it didn’t matter “Don’t mention it, I understand. Seems like this city can’t stay without a Batman, it forced you to jump out of the car, at last”

Dick nodded “You knew it was me in the car, too”

“They didn’t make me Commissioner for nothing” Jim said, with a tired grin on his lips “I’ll pretend this conversation never took place and…Batman?”

“Yes?”

“Call me Jim. Like all of my old friends.”

“All right” Dick agreed “Good night, Jim” he added with a last smile, before throwing a line and jumping out in the dark.

Fic : Out of practice with patching (Bruce/Dick)

Tue, 11 Aug 2009 23:49:16 GMT

Title: Out of practice with patching
Author : Nighfall_0
Fandom : Batman
Rating: G
Characters/Pairing : Bruce Wayne/Dick Grayson
Words count: 593
Summary : Bruce takes care of Dick after he got injured on patrol
Disclaimer: I don’t own them. Dc does.
Note : Written for bradygirl_12 …I forgot to upload this…sorry^^

Dick opened his eyes, feeling dazed. He blinked several times, just to clear up his mind.

“You’re awake” from beside him, a voice said.

Bruce.

The man, seated on a chair by Dick's side, wore his Batman suit minus the cape and cowl, and sported a relived expression on his tired face.

“What happened? Where am I?” Dick asked, forcing his voice out.

“In the Batcave” Bruce answered. Dick looked all around, recognising the familiar place and then noticed the needle of an IV line poked into his arm. The nearby monitor showed that his vitals were normal. “Try to stay still, you lost a lot of blood. What’s the last thing you remember?” his mentor asked.

The acrobat closed his eyes, trying to collect thoughts.

“I was patrolling Gotham’s harbour, when I saw two thugs pursuing a woman. I took them off and shot a line to bring her away with me, and then…I just remember a fit of pain and then nothing else”.

Bruce nodded. “The woman stabbed you in the stomach. Twice” he stated, leaving Dick speechless “Luckily, you have been able to push your emergency button before falling unconscious and I was near. The woman fled as soon as she spotted the Batmobile’s lights. She used a special blade to cut the Kevlar, I’m analysing it”

“But who…” Dick began, trying to sit down; a pang in the lower part of his chest told him otherwise, so he laid down again, with a grunt of pain.

“I already told you to stay still” Bruce repeated, with more concern than rebuke in his deep voice. “None of your vital organs got stabbed, the wound is deep though…and I’m a little out of practice with patching. So don’t move too much or the stitches will pop” he said and looked away.

“You took care of me yourself?” Dick asked in surprise, casting a glance at the bandage tightly wrapped up about his chest. The hint of a smile made its way to the young man's lips.

“Well, Alfred was very tired yesterday and I didn’t want to wake him up.” Bruce mumbled in response. “You know, he would have scolded you for not taking good care of yourself as you should. Plus, Robin and Huntress were in town and they could patrol instead of me, so…”

“Thank you” Dick said, taking one of Bruce's hand and giving it a fond squeeze. The hand was warm, just the way he remembered it was back in his Robin’s days. “And sorry Bruce, I should have seen that coming…”

“Don’t” Bruce interrupted him.

“What?”

“Don’t say you’re sorry” the man spoke. “Just promise me that next time you’ll be more careful”.

“Bruce?” Dick was puzzled by those words.

His mentor sighed. “Seeing you like that, senseless, bleeding… it scared me” Bruce admitted at last.

“Holy scoop! Batman's scared!” the acrobat tried to joke, but bit his tongue almost immediately. “I promise” he stated, serious at once, squeezing Bruce’s hand again.

This time, the other man gave a squeeze back. Then his free hand flew to Dick's forehead “Fine. You’re not feverish” Bruce mumbled. “Try to sleep a little more, it will help you recover faster. I’ll make sure you find some Alfred-made cookies when you wake up”.

“I’m not a kid anymore, but Alfred’s cookies are always the best” Dick smiled, feeling sleepy all at once. Has Bruce put something in his IV bag, perhaps? He didn’t know nor care, he let himself drift to sleep, with Bruce’s warm hand still in his grasp.

I need you, F-list!

Mon, 06 Jul 2009 19:31:18 GMT

"I'm participating in smackmymuseup July's Writing Challenge! PLEASE, give me a prompt!"

Happy b-day V!!!!!

Thu, 11 Jun 2009 12:53:50 GMT

And so, after the wishes on phone, the ones on Lj :D

HAPPY BIRTHDAY VESPERTILA!!!

Have a great day, twin, and don't forget to drop a prompt for me, I'd like to write something for you, but I can't come up with anything good, so help me ;)

Two ficlets

Tue, 10 Feb 2009 00:59:31 GMT

Sorry, sorry, sorry for the long wait!!!!

Title: Silent witness
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Bruce Wayne/Dick Grayson
Words count: 377
Prompt : Fireplace
Summary : Dick likes fireplaces. Much more when Bruce is around
Disclaimer: I don’t own them. Dc does.
Note : Written for bradygirl_12 's birthday and for dcu_freeforall as author's choice (table here)

Dick had always liked fireplaces.

When he was a kid and his parents were still alive they used to gather with the other circus’ folks around a fire in the open air at night. That thing had always given him a feeling of freedom and belonging at the same time, and had made those nights special.

It was that memory that had driven him in front of the giant fireplace in the living room, on his first night at the Manor. And there Bruce had found him, still shaking from the last nightmare, and had told him that the bad dreams would have ended. The man had held him tight, and that episode had bound them for the first time.

In front of that same fireplace Bruce had explained him the meaning and purpose of his mission several night later, and that place had also witnessed their kisses, and had kept them warm when they had fallen asleep on the rug before it, after they had made love.

And there he was again, waiting for Bruce to get downstairs.

“What are you doing here?” Bruce asked him, when he saw the younger man sat on the floor.

Dick motioned for Bruce to sit beside him, and chuckled noticing the light scowl on his mentor’s face.

“Just wanted to wish you a Merry Christmas” Dick answered when Bruce sat.

“Now” the man replied “You know we have to go to the Justice League to meet them and the Titans for the season’s greetings and…”

“…and you hate to have to go there” Dick finished for him.

“…and we’re late” Bruce corrected him.

Dick smiled “Well, don’t you see what’s hanging on the fireplace?” he asked, pointing, with a mischievous grin on his lips. Bruce lifted his eyes to discover a bunch of mistletoe “It’s tradition” Dick added.

Bruce smiled in return, catching Dick’s intentions, and reached forward to kiss the first boy wonder, pinning him on the floor “We’ll be a LOT late”

While he was swept away in his lover’s embrace, Dick thought that that fireplace would have seen a lot more of their kisses, as a silent witness of their love, and an unaware holder of the same feelings of those lost nights, freedom and belonging.

Title : Peanut butter
Rating: R
Characters/Pairings: Dick Grayson/Jason Todd
Words count: 349
Prompt : Peanut butter
Summary : After a patrol, Jason discovers an interesting way to use peanut butter...
Disclaimer: I don’t own them. Dc does.
Note : Written for saavikam77 's birthday

“You’re eating again!” exclaimed Jason, reaching Dick at the monitors in the Batcave.

“So, what?” asked the First Boy Wonder “I need energies to do all of these researches” he explained.

“Yeah, and I should believe this lame excuse” Jason spat, sitting in the chair beside him

“Oh, like you’re sorry I’m stuck here with this and you can patrol alone for once, with Batman and Robin out of town. How many bones you broke tonight?” he added with a teasing smile.

“Shut up” Jason replied with no emphasis, picking up a jar from the desk “Peanut butter? No integrators? Is it the way you keep up your physical strength? The truth is that you’d stuff your mouth with almost everything” he declared, putting it back in place.

“Really?” Dick arched a questioning eyebrow “Everything?” he asked, throwing a meaningful glance at Jason’s package “I didn’t know to have such bad tastes” he teased again.

“Sometimes you have good ones, too…with the proper help” the second Boy Wonder teased back.

Dick’s grin deepened “I think you are too picky, instead. Here, let me teach you something, Little Bird”.

He plunged one finger first in the peanut butter and then in his mouth, briefly sucking it before reaching forward and kissing Jason fully on the lips, the sweet liquid passing on their touching tongues.

“So…what about peanut butter, now?” Dick asked, breaking the kiss and studying his younger brother for a reaction.

Jason licked his lips, then smiled “Let me see if I got your lesson right”. He unbuttoned Dick’s shirt, and inclined the jar over his brother’s bare chest. Some peanut butter dropped on it “Oh, look how careless I’m!” he exclaimed, faking sorrow “I’ll clean this mess immediately” he stated, bending down and licking it out very slowly.

Dick moaned and arched his back “You’re such a good student” he said

Jason stopped briefly, eyeing him “How come I never thought something like this before?” he wondered

Dick laughed “Because you don’t stuff your mouth with almost everything” he winked, before pouring some more butter on his skin.

Happy birthday!!!!!

Sat, 13 Dec 2008 20:53:21 GMT

Happy birthday Saavikam!!!!!!

I wish you a wonderful day and a lot of cool gifts ;)

Drop me a couple and a prompt if you like, I'll be happy to write a little ficlet for you :D

At long last...but I'm back :)

Sun, 23 Nov 2008 00:28:37 GMT

Hey there!!!
It's me again! I know, this journal has been dead for months, but i have had a ton of problems with the pc and the adsl line, and then I was taken away by Facebook and Second Life...Internet is so fun ^_^
But now I'm back, even tough I have no news from my muses that seem to be dead as well...anyway, now that DC really sucks a lot I must be here...too many bad news for our beloved Bat family in the air...and the last chapter of R.I.P. is coming out next week...argh!!!!

But coming back to LJ, I have to read a lot of things you wrote dear f-list, and it may take a while but I'll read them all, I promise. I also skipped some birthdays I guess, so sorry bradygirl_12 if you'd still like a ficlet (a Bruce/Dick I guess) drop me a prompt and I'll kick my muses for it.

That's all, what to say more...it's good to be back!

Drabble : Better than stretching

Tue, 24 Jun 2008 19:48:27 GMT

Title: Better Than Stretching

Rating: R

Characters/Pairings: Dick/Jason

Words count: 321
Summary : Jason knows how to make Dick relax after a patrol...
Disclaimer: I don’t own them. Dc does
Author's note : for greeneyelove, who wanted something with their usual lusty snarky selves.

When Jason had said him, months ago, that he wanted to make contact with him again, Dick hadn’t thought to that kind of contact.

They were lying side by side in his bed, after one of their matches...sex matches, actually. Jason was as reckless and wild in bed as he was in a fight. Not that he was complaining, because sex with his middle brother was much better than the stretching exercises he made before, after a night on patrol. Not to mention more satisfying.

“What’s on your mind, Dickie bird?” Jason asked, propping himself on an elbow.

“Nothing special” Dick answered, shifting on his left side.

Jason smirked.

“Thinking about daddy’s reaction when he finds out? It’s so difficult to keep secrets like these” he said, faking a worried expression on his face.

Dick sighed.

“It’s not a secret anymore, actually. Oracle knows”

“Oracle?” Jason spat “What? You just can’t take your mouth shut, can you? Or you wanted to be clean with your ex?”

“I didn’t tell her anything” Dick stated “She keeps cameras everywhere…Tim told me last night”

“So the baby bird knows, too. What’s next? A streaming vision in the cave?” Jason growled

Dick shook his head

“No. She promised to shut them off and delete the tape” he said, reaching forward and hugging his lover “Don’t worry about it”

Jason’s lips curved in what Dick knew was a dangerous smile

“I don’t. I have another idea...why don’t we give her a damned good show? She could learn a tip or two”

“You’re so…” Dick began

“Bad?” Jason asked, interrupting him.

“I was going with priceless, but if you prefer bad…” he teased

“Enough. Let the show begins” Jason said, leaning astride of Dick, and pushing gently the first Boy Wonder on the bed. He began kissing and biting him on the neck.

Dick relaxed, sinking his hands in Jason’s hair. Yeah, much more better than stretching.

Drabbles

Thu, 19 Jun 2008 18:12:48 GMT

So, here's the two drabbles I wrote last time I asked for prompts. Enjoy :)

Title: Teaching and Learning

Rating: pg-13

Characters/Pairings: Jason Todd/Cassandra Cain

Words count: 432

Prompt : Jason teaching Cass something by greeneyelove
Summary : Cass is a very good student…
Disclaimer: I don’t own them. Dc does.

“Have you finished?” Jason asked, finding a more comfortable position on the bed.
“Not yet” Cass answered, pulling the rope tighter around his wrists.
One week ago, on patrol, they have caught a couple of drug dealers, and while Jason was busy gathering the money and the drug, Cass have managed to tie them up. But one of the crooks have been able to free himself, and that was the second time in a row. So Cass has asked Jason to teach her his special knot, one he had invented himself with Dick; he always used it and nobody has ever been able to untie themselves.
“I can’t believe you assassins can’t tie a knot” he teased the girl, relaxing the muscles of the arms. It was number four day of lessons, and she was trying to fasten his wrists to the bed’s headstall.
“Oh, you shut up!” Cass snapped “This time I’ll make it”
Jason laughed “If you say so…” he smirked. That was a kind of challenge. Any time Cass failed to tie him up in the proper way, she had to pay a penitence. Since now he had won to not clean the kitchen and the bathroom for a week, and to not try to be nice with her fellows Outsiders for two weeks. Cass was good with ropes, but he had been a Bat longer than her.
“That’s it, here you go” she said, smiling wickedly.
Jason tensed, to pull the ropes and get free, as he was used to do. Perhaps he could fake some problems, just to please the girl. He stopped. Something was wrong. The knot wasn’t loosening. He pulled harder.
“Problems?” Cass asked, with the most innocent tone she could find “Well, last night, when I was with Outsiders, Dick stopped by, and gave me a tip or two…and explained me that, since you invented this knot, you also know how to untie it…you cheater!” she exclaimed “And so, we created an improved version …is it working?”
Jason struggled to get free, but all of his efforts seemed useless “That’s not fair!” he roared
“It is” Cass retorted “We never said helps weren’t allowed” she sat on the bed “So I guess you’ll have to cook for one week” she smiled
“Fuck” Jason spat, giving up “Are you going to set me free?”
“I don’t think so” Cass said , leaning astride of the man “I think it’s my turn to teach you something” she added, beginning to unbutton her shirt “Bad boys deserve punishment”
Jason smiled “How I love being a bad boy”

Title: Ready for any situation

Rating: R

Characters/Pairings: Bruce/Dick/Jason

Words count: 376

Prompt : Kissing or Batmobile by vespertila
Summary : Batman and Robins and a Batmobile
Disclaimer: I don’t own them. Dc does.

Kissing Jason was like setting lips on pure fire : it was powerful and passionate, and it could burn you if you didn’t know how to play your cards. Dick felt his younger brother’s arm tighten around him and deepened the kiss, savouring Jason’s mouth and tongue with his own.

Kissing Bruce was passionate as well, but very different. It always gave Dick that sensation of belonging that had felt the very first time he had kissed his mentor. He moaned, delighted by his lover’s touch.

Kissing them both in the Batmobile was like one of his wildest fantasies come true. He had always wondered how it would have been to make out in that awesome car, but had dismissed the thought several times, guessing Bruce would have never agreed. Instead, here they were.

“Ouch” Dick’s exclamation broke the bliss of the moment.

“What” Jason asked, loosening his grip on him.

“The handbrake in the middle of my spine, that’s what. It hurts” Dick replied, shifting on his back.

Jason smirked “Come on, you’re the athlete here. You should know better than that at bending your hot body in here” he teased.

Dick groaned “We’d need more room” he stated, glancing at Bruce, half-outspread on the driver’s seat.

“It was designed for Batman and Robin, not Robins” the man replied, winning an annoyed look from the first Boy Wonder and a laugh form the second. Then, he pressed a button on the panel in front of him; the seats came together and tipped up, covering the handbrake.

Dick whistled : “Tip-up seats Batmobile, that’s cool!” he exclaimed “seems like I’m not the only one with dirty thoughts here” he added, grinning at Bruce.

“The car has to be ready for any situation, that’s all” Bruce said, trying to sound serious, but failing miserably, due to the mischievous smile tugging at his lips.

“Are we done with chatting?” Jason grumbled, lying down, and bringing Dick with him. He resumed kissing his older brother on the bare chest.

Bruce nodded and joined the boys, teasing Dick’s ear with his tongue, and massaging Jason’s side with his left hand.

Dick sighed “God, how I love this car” he said, resuming himself the kissing on Bruce’s neck and Jason’s mouth.

Fic : A New Beginning

Wed, 11 Jun 2008 17:34:23 GMT

Author: Nightfall_0

Title: A New Beginning

Rating: R for some language

Characters/Pairings: Jason Todd

Words count: 645

Summary : After his travel through the alternate earths, Jason understands something very important.

Disclaimer: I don’t own them. Dc does.

Note: Written for vespertila’s Birthday. Happy Birthday again, twin! I didn’t ask you for any prompt or characters, hope you like what I chose to write on my own :*

Jason sat on the rooftop of his favourite building, the one that had the most stunning view of the city at night. Gotham City. His Gotham City, at long last. He inhaled the brisk air and sighed : that freaking travel through only God knew how many different earths had shaken him more that he was willing to acknowledge.

He didn’t give a damn about that Ray Palmer loser, and has joined Donna just because he didn’t like to be considered “an anomaly”. He hasn’t asked to be brought back to life (not that he was complaining), but he had all the meanings to use this second chance he has been given, even though most people believed he hasn’t deserved it. Not their damn business.

But jumping from a place to another had reserved him some surprises.

He had seen himself as Batman, in an earth where the Joker hadn’t beaten him to death, and had met a vengeful version of Bruce and Dick in other two universes.

That was what had left in Jason the deeper mark.

In a land poisoned by vampires, Dick was a vengeance-seeker man, drawn by hatred for his parents’ killer : the Batman. Jason couldn’t believe his own eyes when, in a bloody version of the Batcave, had seen him; Dick’s brightness and joy replaced by anger and a deep determination. Still, his older brother hadn’t been able to force himself to kill Batman, at the end, and that was the only familiar thing that Jason had spotted in him.

The second Robin shook his head. No, that was so wrong. As wrong as the Bruce he had met after, paranoid and homicidal. Talia’s words echoed in his mind “You remain unavenged”

True, perhaps, but in that earth avenging him had costed Batman’s sanity. The Dark Knight had given up his life as Bruce Wayne, changed the cave in an ultra-hi-tech bunker, pushed away Alfred and Dick, and was regarded himself as a threat by the superheroes’ community. And, as icing on the cake, that Batman used guns…a lot . He, the man who despised guns after the shooting of his parents, had changed in a fanatical. Sure, Jason had felt a sheer pleasure when he had learnt that that Bruce hadn’t hesitated a moment in murdering the Joker, but that action had killed inside the Caped Crusader as well. He had liked to fight at Batman’s side in that Red Robin costume designed for him, but that couldn’t be his identity.

When he had returned, and dumped that bunch of losers, he had resolved to find his own place. He was tired to not have a place to call home. But he had realized that, in order to do it, he needed his family. No, better, he wanted his family back. He wanted Bruce and Dick with all of their flaws, and those things he declared to hate about them but secretly loved, as Dick’s everlasting optimism, and Bruce’s stubbornness. That twisted versions of the two people he loved the most, have opened his eyes. He couldn’t bear the thought of a messed up Dick, or of a soul-dead Bruce.

He checked his watch. Rumors said that Nightwing was in town for back up Batman on a case, while Robin was away for Teen Titans stuff. The best moment for him. Dick always stopped by that building in his patrol, so he could be there at any moment. Better to begin with him, and go to Bruce later. He looked at his red helmet on the pavement : Red Hood has been a hell of fun.

He saw Nightwing approach from a building nearby. Jason smiled, he knew his Dickie bird, after all. He got up to meet him. He wanted things to change, and wanted it now, take or leave. That night would be his new beginning.

Happy birthday Vespertila :)

Tue, 10 Jun 2008 22:13:56 GMT

*me singing*

Happy Birthday To You....

Happy Birthday To You....

Happy Birthday Vespertila....

Happy Birthday To You!

*Many hugs to V.*

So...I wanted to be the first one to tell you "Happy Birthday" as you were on my last :)
I'll post later your gift, for the real one you'll have to wait a little longer (but who knows it? I could make you a surprise^^) 'till we see each other again. For now, I wish you a wonderful day, and a ton of great gifts.
*Hugs V. again*

A good day

Tue, 03 Jun 2008 21:34:44 GMT

Today I took the exam I was studyng lately, and I got a very high grade, so I'm really happy tonight and I thought to celebrate with some drabbles. So, dear f-list, please prompt me! A character or a couple and a prompt :)

Also, I'm sorry I'm a little behind in reading youe entries friends, but I have been very busy. I saved all on my hd, and I'll read it all, so wait for my comments :) And it seems like my writing muse is back, so...wait for fanfiction, too!

Seven things meme...and pc crap

Tue, 13 May 2008 17:02:15 GMT

dragonbat2006 tagged me :

a. list seven habits/quirks/facts about yourself
b. tag seven people to do the same
c. do not tag the person who tagged you or say that you tag "whoever wants to do it"

Mhh...let's see

1. I can't sleep in total darkness, I need some light around, nothing big, the street lights are fine, while I have no problem sleeping with the door closed.
2. I'm a very calm person, but if you manage to piss me off then you'd better run before I explode. I can be so mean when I'm pissed off.
3. People say that I hide very well my feelings when I'm bored or angy, while I think I have all written right on my face.
4. I love chocolate and coffee.
5. I'm shy, so when I meet new people I'm always afraid they think I'm grumpy, 'cause I'm not able to talk very much at the beginning.
6. I tend to be very negative at times (you know, kind of "I'll fail the exam", "I suck" and so on),
7. I played in the volleyball team during high school, and we were pretty good. We also won a couple of badges ;)

I'm not tagging, 'cause it seems like anyone on my f-list has been tagged already, and so... :)

I'm fighting with my pc today...till this morning. Seems like I got a worm downloading something with Emule, and it's tough to remove. Now I'm having a free online scan of the system ('cause it blocked my antivirus), and I hope I'm done with it. Luckly I didn't loose anything from my personal files, but I couldn't work at all today.
Note to myself : no more Emule...

Fic : Four Times Bruce Hugged Dick And One Dick Hugged Him

Mon, 05 May 2008 20:27:48 GMT

Author: Nightfall_0

Title: Four Times Bruce Hugged Dick And One Dick Hugged Him

Claim : Bruce Wayne/Dick Grayson

Rating: G

Characters/Pairings: Bruce Wayne/Dick Grayson

Words count: 357

Prompt : Hug (table here)

Genre : Fluff

Summary : Hugs, hugs and…hugs :)

Disclaimer: I don’t own them. Dc does.

Note: Written for dcu_freeforall

When Dick witnesses his parents’ death, beneath the circus tent, Bruce is there, in the audience. Rage and sorrow overwhelms the man, along with the memories of his own parents’ death and Batman swears that he’ll take the murderer. Later, when Bruce meets Dick in the Graysons’ trailer, he hugs the kid tightly. He knows, for experience, that a hug is what Dick needs most at the moment.
The first time Bruce is awoken by Dick’s screaming, he knows that the kid is experiencing phase two of his shocking, sudden orphanhood: nightmares. So he goes to the kid’s room (right beside his own), hugs him tightly - like the first night they met - and rocks him gently while Dick weeps over his shoulder. Bruce promises the kid that it would get better. It did.
The day Bruce fires Dick, after a very bad fight, Bruce believes he has lost him forever. Dick leaves the Manor without a word and just disappears. So, two nights later, when Dick shows up at his side, still in his Robin costume, Bruce is so surprised that words fail him. All he can manage to do is hug Dick, wishing him welcome back.
(Obsidian Age) When Batman comes back from death, after the hunt for Aquaman, Dick is so relieved to see him alive that reaches forward and just hugs Bruce in front of all the Justice League. And keeps hugging him, despite Bruce’s complaints, ‘till he feels Batman’s arms surround him, returning the hug.
(Infinite Crisis) When Batman hears Nightwing warning him to look out, it’s late already. Dick has taken the energy blast in his place and lies motionless on the ground, with Robin calling out his name in vain. Bruce feels empty and numb, he is aware he can’t stand another loss and Dick’s no less. He kneels down, mechanically, beside the fallen hero and, when Dick opens his eyes, in pain, and tries to reach out with one hand, Bruce takes him in his arms, and hugs him gently, vowing to himself that he’ll never allow anybody else to hurt his lover.

Four "First Anniversary" Drabbles!

Mon, 21 Apr 2008 22:05:53 GMT

Anniversary #1
Rating: G

Characters/Pairings: Bruce/Dick

Words count: 188
Prompt : it's been a year since Bruce said, "I love you." ;) by bradygirl_12

Dick woke up, sensing the rays of sun on his face.

He remained still. At his side, Bruce was sound asleep. Last night’s patrol had been a tough one, and the sex they had had later had been tiring as well. Very satisfying, too.

Dick liked to see his lover so peaceful. It was a privilege that very few people ever had, and he was one of them. Waking up at the Manor with Bruce was the best way to begin the day. He smiled. Yeah, another day was going to begin.

A wonderful day, for sure.

All the days since that day had been such.

No more doubts or fears to be inadequate, no more regrets or fights about who had made the right choice. Only trust and a renewed harmony. Two things he believed to have lost a long time before. That day had changed it all.

That day had made his dearest dream come true.

That day had been a new beginning.

It was the day that Bruce had said him for the first time “I love you”.

That same day, just one year ago.

Anniversary #2
Rating: G

Characters/Pairings: Jason/Cass

Words count: 268
Prompt : a year living together by greeneyelove

Jason opened the bedroom’s window from outside and entered the apartment. The place was silent. It seemed like Cass hadn’t finished her patrol yet. The man removed his helmet and domino mask, and sat on the bed. The room smelled of musk, Cass’s favourite fragrance. He inhaled deeply, relaxing his tired muscles. That room, as well as the rest of the apartment, smelled like home. It’s been so long since he’d considered a place in that way.
And it was all Cass’s worth. The idea of living together had been hers, and now that was their home.

“Anybody home?” Cass asked, entering from the same window he have used some minutes before.

“You’re late” Jason pointed out.

“Not my fault” the girl answered, lowering her cowl “It’s Alfred’s. The cookies weren’t ready when I stopped by to take them” she explained, showing the bag she was carrying.

“Do we need cookies to celebrate?” Jason asked. He patted the bed “This was the only furniture one year ago, when we first came here. I think it’s more appropriate if we celebrate with it” he concluded, with a mischievous grin on his lips.

Cass smiled the same way
“Guess we can eat cookies during our home anniversary’s breakfast then” she suggested.

“Sure” Jason agreed, reaching for the girl “So…how do you say at times like these? Happy anniversary?”

“Yeah, happy anniversary” Cass repeated “I think I like the sound of it”

“Me too” Jason replied “We’ll say it next year, and the year after that…” he trailed off, kissing Cass and leaning her on the bed.
Celebration had started already.

Anniversary #3
Rating: G

Characters/Pairings: Tim/Dick

Words count: 315
Prompt : it makes one year since I've taken Jason's cape and shortpants by vespertila

Dick found Tim in the Batcave, in front of the case that kept Jason’s costume.

“Hey, kid!” Dick greeted him “I heard you want to drop the shortpants.”

“Oh, hi Dick.” Tim answered, clearly ill at ease.

“Hey, what’s up? A bad fight with Bruce? Problems with your family?” Dick asked, worried at once. He had brought Tim in, and didn’t want to let him down.

“No. It’s all right” He paused “You know, it’s been one year since I stepped in Robin’s role, and sometimes I ask myself what he’d think about it” he said, pointing at the case.

Dick smiled “I think Jason would be happy to know that Bruce isn’t alone in his fight, like I’m”

“Really?” the kid asked.

“Sure.” the first Boy Wonder answered. “By the way, why no more shortpants?”

Tim snorted. “I have more scratches on my legs than hair on my head.” he complained.

“That’s because you need to train better.” Dick stated

“You’re an acrobat, Dick” Tim reminded him “And…I think I’m a little overgrown for fighting in shortpants.” he added in a rush.

Dick almost chocked on air. “So let me get this straight. One year ago you wanted me to wear them again to be Robin, and now you are too old for them, instead? Seems like you don’t appreciate their interesting side effect.”

Tim gave him a questioning look.

“Come on, don’t tell me you didn’t note how your Kryptonian friend looks at you when you wear them.” he winked.

Tim blushed furiously, and Dick smiled “Why don’t you wear them tonight for the last time? Me and you on patrol for your first year. This way, it’s like Jason will be with us, too. Robins together, for once.”

Tim nodded .“Give me a minute to change…and thank you.”

“Anytime.” Dick answered, looking sadly at the case behind him “Anytime…” he whispered.

Anniversary #4
Rating: R for some language

Characters/Pairings: Jason/Dick

Words count: 295
Prompt : 1 year since they made nice and became brothers again by saavikam77
Notes : References to Nightwing #119 and 122

“Hey, little wing.”

Jason turned at the sound of the voice. Only one person in the world called him that way.

“It’s Red Hood out here.” he remarked, feigning annoyance “Why you still call me that way?”

Nightwing reached him and shrugged.
“Same reason you call me Dickie-bird I guess.” he winked “Old habits die hard.”

Jason smirked.
“So why are you here, Dickie-bird?” he asked, emphasizing the nickname. “Daddy called you in?”

“Nope” Dick answered, sitting near Jason, beside one of the many gargoyles spread through Gotham “I was looking for you, actually”

Jason removed his helmet.
“Miss me? Is New York so boring? I know a couple of places you might enjoy”

Nightwing handed him a folded paper.
“I’m here for this” Jason took it, quite reluctantly “Open it, it doesn’t bite” Dick teased.

Red Hood gave him an annoyed look, but complied nonetheless.
“That’s the telegram I sent you after leaving New York” he said, taken aback.

“Yeah.” Dick acknowledged “It’s been a year since I decided that getting back my brother was more important than cleaning my name and came looking for you. I had failed you once, and didn’t want it to happen again. You had called me brother, and wanted to be family. That was my chance to make up for the past.”

“Aw, you and your romantic speech crap!” Jason exclaimed “You wanted me back, you came for me. Period.” He turned and reached for something behind his back. “By the way, I owed you a beer, remember? Here you go!” he offered, passing him one of the two cans he had retrieved..

Dick smirked.
“What were you saying about romantic crap, again?”

“Shut the hell up and drink!” Jason commanded

“To us, little wing.”

“To us, Dickie-bird.”

First anniversary prompts

Fri, 18 Apr 2008 12:05:24 GMT

Hey there, here I'm again.

I was literally lost in translation O_O I had this assignment for university to translate about eighty pages from English to Italian on data mining. And till the day I began translating that stuff, I knew nothing at all about data mining! So, first I had to search the net for something written in Italian about the subject, just to have an idea of what I doing, and then I began my work. I kinda hate all data mining algorithms at the moment :P

But let's come to happier topics :D

Today my Lj is one year old !!!! I created it while I was chatting online with vespertila
I had some problems with the screen name, those I liked were taken already, so I decided to add a zero after Nightfall :D I can't believe it's a year I entered this world and the fandom one as well. It's been a wonderful year, and I want to thank all the people reading me. So, for the first time I ask you : PROMPT ME! Give me a character and/or a pair, and a prompt about a first anniversary regarding this character or pair, and I'll write a drabble about it.

Come on, let's celebrate!

Ficlet : Home (Bruce Wayne, Robin!Dick)

Tue, 18 Mar 2008 22:16:51 GMT

Author: Nightfall_0

Title: Home

Rating: G

Characters/Pairings: Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson (Robin!Dick)

Words count: 524

Summary : Batman and Robin go back to Gotham after the defeat of Antithesis.

Disclaimer: I don’t own them. Dc does.

Note: I really loved Teen Titans Year One #3, but at the end, when I read this and this page I just wanted to kick Batman! So, waiting for #4, I wrote my personal version of when Batman and Robin return to Gotham. Batman, you better make your excuse to Robin in next issue, no Goddamn Batman, please!

Ok, enough with ranting :D Feedback is very appreciated.

The silence in the Bat-mobile was deeper than the night’s sky.

Batman hadn’t said a word since they left the old JLA’s headquarter and Robin didn’t want to talk, either. His glorious night with his friends and the foundation of their own group, the Teen Titans, seemed centuries ago. Batman’s behavior had ruined it all. While the other heroes had hugged and complimented the respective sidekicks, Batman hadn’t even bothered to say thanks to him. The Dark Knight had just stated that Robin had to understand Antithesis’s menace first and that they had to return to Gotham, as soon as possible, because they were needed there.

Period.

Ok, Batman wasn’t a party person, but all that coldness had hurt Robin and caught him unprepared. The kid wondered if some of Antithesis’s mind control powers were still plaguing his mentor. That idea made him shiver, remembering how Batman had hit him without a second thought.

The familiar outline of the Bat-cave seemed to ease his spirit a little.

“So, what’s up? Is Gordon calling us?” Robin asked, getting off the car and watching the monitor. No trace of the Bat-signal in the dark sky. The boy looked at Batman, puzzled.

“I lied, there’s no emergency. I just wanted to leave” Batman answered, meeting Robin’s eyes.

“Really? Why?” the kid asked.

“Because I didn’t want them to hear what I have to tell you”.

Robin tensed up. In his ears resounded the words that his mentors had shouted him:

*We’re through!*

Perhaps Batman thought that for real, and didn’t want him around anymore.

Batman lowered his cowl:

“Dick, I chose this outfit to scare the Hell out of criminals. But I wanted to impress my allies as well. I can’t – and don’t want to - show that I can be weak, at times. I wasn’t angry with you, I was angry with myself. I was the one who had to prevent Antithesis’s plans and keep him from overpowering the Justice League” he paused. “But most of all, I’m sorry because I hurt you with both my words and my actions”.

Dick took a step forward:

“So, we’re not through?” he asked, all hopeful again.

Bruce shook his head:

“No. We’re partners. You were able to reach me, and to help me getting free from Antithesis’s mind control. I wouldn’t want anyone else by my side, right now. You made me very proud tonight”.

Suddenly, Dick burst into tears. Bruce remained speechless for a moment, then he knelt in front of the boy: “What’s up, Dick? Are you hurt?” he asked and there was open concern in his voice.

Slowly, the sobs subsided:

“No… It’s just… I’m just happy to be back and that I made you proud” Dick sniffled.

Bruce sighed with relief. At times he forgot that Dick was just a kid.

“Are you hungry, partner?” the man asked, emphasizing the last word. “I bet Alfred has some chocolate cookies ready for you up there”

Dick smiled:

“Yeah, I’m starving, actually”.

“Let’s go upstairs, then” Bruce offered, taking the kid’s hand in his.

Dick beamed at him. Feeling at home was the best sensation ever.

A meme from many on the f-list

Tue, 18 Mar 2008 00:04:06 GMT

1) Everyone has things they blog about. Everyone has things they don't blog about. Challenge me out of my comfort zone by telling me something I don't blog about, but you'd like to hear about, and I'll write a post about it. Ask for anything: latest movie watched, last book read,political leanings, thoughts on yaoi, favorite type of underwear, graphic techniques, etc. Repost in your own journal so that we can all learn more about each other.

2) Comment with any ship from a fandom you know I like or am familiar with. I will then go on about said ship for at least one hundred words. Perhaps more! Feel free to comment with ships I like, ships I hate, or ships where my opinion is neutral or unknown. I'll be honest and diplomatic about all of them, with a bit of added flail for the OTPs.

3) Give me a character and I will tell you his/her/its flaws.

Who is your ideal Superman?

Wed, 05 Mar 2008 18:19:25 GMT

Who is Your Ideal Superman?

More on Smallville. Created by BuddyTV

Well, he was my fav indeed^^

Fic : You are my sunshine (Bruce/Dick)

Tue, 04 Mar 2008 17:19:03 GMT

Author: Nightfall_0

Title: You’re my sunshine

Claim : Bruce Wayne/Dick Grayson

Rating: G

Characters/Pairings: Bruce Wayne/Dick Grayson

Words count: 1.411

Prompt : Silhouette (table here)

Genre : Fluff

Summary : Bruce loves Dick, there’s no coming back.

Disclaimer: I don’t own them. Dc does.

Note: Written for Dcu_freeforall, and inspired by this wonderful art vespertila drew for me.
So, a little explanation, vespertila wrote her version of Bruce and Dick’s first and second kiss for me here and here, and then we agreed that, while she’d have drawn the third, I’d have written it. So V. that’s for you!

Three makes the charm.

Bruce had thought that that was just an old saying but, as he was kissing Dick for the third time, he had to agree with that. They were on the rooftop of the Gotham City Police Department, with just the light of the half-broken Bat-signal to enlighten them. But Bruce could have sworn that they were in full sunlight. And it was true to him. He had his light in his own arms, right at that moment.

Dick was his light. He had always been, since the day Bruce had met that joyful boy full of grace, who had gotten under his skin with amazing easiness. Dick had become a part of Bruce’s life, a partner in his personal fight against crime, a basic wedge.

Bruce hadn’t realized it at the beginning (so much for being a great detective, he scolded himself), but Dick had changed him day by day, since his arrival.

Bruce’s dreams, or rather nightmares, had changed too. The same nightmare, every night, for only God knew how long, and then one night it had changed: while he kneeled down near the corpses of his parents, in the dark alley where they had found death, a light had spread out on him. It was a glorious light, the brightest Bruce had ever seen, and then he had noticed something into it, an undefined silhouette approaching. He couldn’t understand who or what it was, but when he woke up the next morning, Bruce wasn’t sweating nor panicking. He felt good and knew that, whoever or whatever was in that light, was there for him.

That silhouette belonged to Dick, of course. It was Dick coming for him, in his dream, to save him with his joy and his trust, his faith and…his love. Or perhaps the light was actually spreading out from Dick. But that didn’t make any difference as to what it meant.

Sometimes, Bruce believed that he had understood the identity of that mysterious silhouette from the first night the dream had changed, but that he had been too stubborn to admit it. He had to maintain his fierce mask of invulnerability and indifference to avoid other losses. It was easier that way.

No complications, no personal issues, no problems.

So simple.

So wrong.

Bruce deepened the kiss, savoring Dick’s mouth on his tongue. A moan from the first Boy Wonder told him that his partner was enjoining their kiss, too.

Bruce had learnt the lesson and would have never, ever allowed to be parted from Dick.

He had discovered his mistake when Dick had left the Manor and his Robin identity. Bruce had kept as cold as steel even when Dick had tried to change his mind with a last, desperate attempt: he had kissed Bruce on the lips for the first time, gathering all of his courage to show his true feelings to his mentor.

And that kiss had left a mark in Bruce, indeed. It had showed him a tiny glimpse of how it could have been like, if he’d had decided to drop the mask that kept him apart from the world. That kiss had been the first breach in a wall that Bruce had believed invulnerable. And the loss of Dick’s presence by his side had made the rest.

Later, when Dick had returned to him, Bruce had been aware of loving him but still too afraid for acknowledging it. Yet the presence of his first partner had made things better: Dick’s voice, his smile, his jokes were like a healing balsam for Bruce’s wounded and tormented heart. His light had come back. Dick was again by his side, where he belonged to.

But, just watching at him had become plain torture to Bruce; he had started to wonder how would have been to touch Dick’s sculptured body and taste his lips or what Dick’s reaction would have been, if he’d have ever declared his love to him. Bruce was afraid to be rejected.

Sure, Dick had never had a doubt about Bruce and had returned to him everytime that his mentor had tried to push him away. But had the young man really forgiven him for that day? Bruce had never had the nerve to ask that question to Dick ‘till that night, when he had acted on it.

They were talking in the Bat Cave - or better Dick was talking to him, because Bruce couldn’t help but watching him, thinking to how much important that young man had become to him. So, when Dick has noticed that Bruce wasn’t paying attention to him, without a word, Bruce has reached for him and kissed him fully on the lips, giving all of his fears away.

At first Dick was so surprised that failed to react. But then he has joined the kiss and kissed him back.

That moment was soon broken by the appearance of the Bat-signal up in the sky.

Bruce swore under his breath.

“Seems like I have to go” he apologized. He had a silly smile plastered over his lips, that matched Dick’s one. “You’d better wait for me here or I won’t be able to focus” he said, before leaving for the Batmobile.

Dick nodded, flashing him one of his smiles.

Those smiles that were the light of his life, Bruce thought.

Batman rode the streets of Gotham with a renewed spirit, and quickly discovered that the call was a fake. He contacted Gordon on his way, and the Commissioner assured him he hadn’t ordered to light the signal on.

It had to be a trap, Batman thought, telling Gordon that he would have taken care of the matter by himself.

And so he did. It was quick and easy. The Joker had thought to strike Batman as soon as the latter had come to answer the call, by putting a clown-like bomb near the signal where the Caped Crusader used to land with his jump line. A silly plan, just to state that he was back on the stand. Batman discovered the engine, but the bomb exploded before he had time to deal with it.

While he was checking out for possible damages to the building (he had warned Gordon to evacuate it, just for precaution), he felt a presence behind him. When he turned, for a short moment, Bruce believed that he was living his dream again: the light of the crashed bat-signal pointed in his direction and a very familiar silhouette was approaching him, Dick in his Nightwing costume. Lately Bruce had noticed how that outfit accented the perfection of his partner’s body, and that thing had distracted him a couple of times.

“Nightwing” he greeted, trying to conceal what he was thinking about, “Why are you here?” he asked.

Dick seemed to be ill at ease:

“I heard there was an explosion, and I came to see if you needed any help” he answered.

“You have always been a very bad liar” Batman remarked, “Come on, why are you here?” he asked again.

“I… er… you haven’t second thoughts about what happened in the cave, have you?” he said at last.

Bruce grinned, shaking his head:

“No, I haven’t. Now that I have come to terms with my feelings, I won’t take them back” he stated.

Dick relaxed and smiled:

“So… you love me…” he whispered as he was afraid of saying it aloud.

His mentor opened his arms:

“Come here, if you can’t believe it” he offered.

In the blink of an eye Dick was in his arms, kissing him with a passion that Bruce didn’t think he had felt in the cave, maybe because of Dick’s wonder. The young man slid his tongue inside Bruce’s mouth, eager to savor it, as a starving man.

And here they were, still laced up in the kiss. Dick lowered the Batman’s cowl and, in the ardor of the moment, he raised his right thigh to encircle him. In response, Bruce removed his Nightwing’s mask, caressed his face and sustained his position resting one hand on the first Boy Wonder’s perfect bottom. They fitted so well in each other. Kissing and touching Dick felt like the most natural thing in the world - not to mention the hottest - and made Bruce feel complete.

He had made the right choice, and had caught the sunshine that had tried so hard to reach him.

A man can’t live in shadows forever.

Ficlet : Partnership (Bruce Wayne, Robin!Dick)

Mon, 03 Mar 2008 11:11:08 GMT

Author: Nightfall_0

Title: Partnership

Claim : Bruce Wayne/Dick Grayson

Rating: G

Characters/Pairings: Bruce Wayne , Dick Grayson (Robin!Dick)

Words count: 361

Prompt : Partnership (author’s choice; table here)

Continuity : Set some months after Dick has become Robin

Summary : Batman has a partner now…

Disclaimer: I don’t own them. Dc does.

Note: Written for DCU Free For All February Challenge and for my prompts’ table as author’s choice

Batman watched the Rogues Gallery in awe. Over the last month criminals had come up with the strangest gadgets ever, and he had collected them all.

Robin’s Rogues Gallery was growing fast, too. Dick was very proud to keep every weapon or object he could snatch from their enemies. But the kid’s favorite was the giant dinosaur in the center of the cave. Batman would have never kept something like that, if it hadn’t been for Dick.

Bruce smirked.

All the other heroes thought that he was a loner, and he himself had believed that working alone was the best thing. But now he had a partner, and for his choice.

Superman couldn’t believe that Bruce had decided to take a sidekick - a kid sidekick no less –, and just a week earlier he had paid them a visit to check, with his own eyes, if the rumors were true. Bruce was starting to reconsider the “fighting alone thing”, and it was all Dick’s worth. He had told Alfred and Clark that he had taken that decision for Dick’s sake, in order to help the kid to overcome his parents’ death and to soothe his pain and rage but – perhaps - Bruce was being a little selfish. Perhaps having a partner was something that the Batman needed, too.

Bruce liked to have somebody guarding his shoulders, somebody to share the long night’s hours with. Not to mention that Dick was an awesome athlete and a promising detective.

Batman checked the computer’s monitor: the signal was off. He smiled.

Dick had fallen asleep over the desk, his hands still clutching Two Face’s golden coin. Robin had found it on the ground, a couple of hours before, right after their fight. Bruce nudged the boy softly:

“Time to sleep, Dick. Why don’t you go to your room?”

Dick didn’t open his eyes,

“Yeah… sleep… I was good tonight…” he whispered, half asleep.

Bruce nodded,

“Yes, you were” he agreed, removing his cape and draping it around the sleeping kid.

He sat beside him to upgrade some files, relaxing on the chair.

He could get used to partnership.

It wasn’t bad at all.

See you next week ;)

Sat, 09 Feb 2008 09:10:50 GMT

Well, just a quick entry to let you know I won't be around next week, I'm taking a little vacation.
So, if you leave any comments, I'll answer them as soon as I'm back :)

Fic : The Line (Bruce/Dick)

Fri, 08 Feb 2008 23:46:49 GMT

Author: Nightfall_0

Title: The Line

Claim : Bruce Wayne/Dick Grayson

Rating: G

Characters/Pairings: Bruce Wayne/Dick Grayson

Words count: 811

Prompt : Cross the line (table here)

Continuity : Set after the end of “Bruce Wayne : Fugitive” (Batman #605)

Summary : Bruce had risked to cross a very dangerous line…

Disclaimer: I don’t own them. Dc does.

Note: Written for dcu_freeforall and for ladybugkay birthday (I know…I’m very late…forgive me? ;) )

Dick collapsed on the chair in front of the many screens of the Bat-cave, which showed the empty streets of Gotham City. It was three in the morning, and it seemed like criminals have called it a night.

Nightwing didn’t complain about it. He loved to ride Gotham at night, with a jump line through the roofs he knew by heart, but Bruce’s return and Cane’s arrest had made his night full. He just wanted to rest. Tim had gone back to his house, Cass had decided to spend the night at Babs’ place and Alfred was upstairs, preparing Dick’s room for him to spend the night at the Manor, as Bruce had asked him.

“Is it all right?” Batman asked, coming off the car and approaching the big computer.

“Yeah” Nightwing answered, gesturing with one gloved hand towards the monitors, “Nobody’s in the streets, and the bat signal is off” he added.

Batman stopped behind the chair and cleared his throat. Dick turned and lifted his eyes to look at the man, taken aback by his mentor’s strange behaviour : Bruce had clearly something to say, but he hesitated to spit it out. Most of the times, that was not a good sign.

“Well… not with Gotham” Bruce began with a hoarse voice, “I meant: is it all right with you, after all what happened lately?” he asked, searching for Dick’s eyes.

For a slight moment, all Dick could do was staring back at Bruce, his lips dry, at a loss for words. “Oh… that” he said at last, passing a hand through his dark hair, “I don’t know exactly how I feel about it… I mean, over the past six months me, Alfred and the others have been so busy trying to prove your innocence that I didn’t have much time to stop and think”. Bruce didn’t move nor speak, he was simply waiting. “I was very happy tonight when Babs called, and said that you wanted to meet me before you came back to the Cave. We’ve barely spoken after that quarrel we had on the day you left”. Dick smiled, like a child. “And on our way back in the car, you have told me all the truth about Vesper’s murder, before telling the others. All this has made me feel again connected with you, as your partner, as a part of your life, and my life as well. It’s a special sensation, you’re the only one that makes me feel so…alive”.

Dick stood from the chair and neared the new case which contained Robin’s costume. Alfred had replaced it with a new one after that Dick had broken the old one with a punch. “And I’m so sorry I hit you, back then” he said, caressing the glass.

“That wasn’t your fault, I already told you” Batman replied, approaching the former Boy Wonder, “I deserved it, and it was very low of me to bring you to smash the case”.

“You did it on purpose? You brought the fight here and dodged, when you were exactly in front of it?” Dick asked, wide-eyed.

“Yes” Bruce admitted, putting a hand over Dick’s shoulder to comfort him, “I had decided to quit my life as Bruce Wayne and to be Batman full time, and I didn’t want to have second thoughts about it. But when you said those things about us I hesitated, and I had to find a way to stop you”, he paused. “So I’m the one who have to make amends, here. I just hope you’re not mad at me anymore”.

“I wasn’t angry with you that night” Dick corrected him, “Well… I guess I also was, but most of all, I was afraid you had crossed the line”.

“You said that you never believed my guilt on the murder for a second ” Bruce pointed out.

“Not THAT line. I’m sure you’ll never cross that, no matter what” Dick stated, glancing briefly at the case, “I mean the line between Bruce Wayne and Batman”.

A deep silence fell in the cave.

“That night, all I could hear was Batman’s voice and logic, but not Bruce’s heart” Dick reached for Batman’s cowl and took it off him, “You said Bruce Wayne was a mask that you were wearing and not the other way around, but you see, Batman can’t exist without you. His justice is your heart. Batman is so great because Bruce Wayne is under this mantle and I hope you’ll never doubt it again”, Dick concluded.

“In that case” Bruce began with a hint of a smile on his lips “will you be there to bring me back, on the right side of the line?”

Dick matched Bruce’s smile with a larger one:

“Always” he answered, leaning in the waiting arms of his mentor - and lover - for a welcome back hug.

Ficlet : Big Brothers (Dick, Tim)

Wed, 06 Feb 2008 23:34:58 GMT

Title : Big brothers

Author : Nightfall_0

Rating : G

Characters/Pairings : Dick Grayson, Tim Drake

Words count : 264

Summary : A little talk between brothers

Notes : Written for stalinglim birthday. Set after “The Resurrection of Ra’s Al Ghul” (detective comics #839)

Tim sat up on the bed when he heard a knock on the door of his bedroom. He had tried to get some sleep, but in vain.

“Come in” he said, straightening the messed up shirt he was wearing.

Dick peeped out from the door “Hey little bird” he greeted “you awake?”

“Yeah” Tim answered “Seems like I can’t sleep”

“Me, too” Dick said, closing the door “Still too much adrenaline, I guess”

The boy nodded and sighed.
“Are you here for “the talk”? he asked.

“The talk?” The first Boy Wonder repeated “What talk?”

Tim rolled his eyes.
“The one about how I almost crossed the line and so on. Guess Bruce is too mad at the moment for giving me it himself”

Dick smiled.
“I didn’t tell him a thing about what happened at the Lazarus Pit”

The current Boy Wonder couldn’t hide his surprise.
“Really? Why?”

“Because” Dick replied “As I told you there you have the right to make the choice for yourself, and you made the good one. I trust you, Tim. There’s no need to tell Bruce right now. Take your time, and when you’re ready go to him and tell all the truth. He will understand.”

“Thank you Dick, you didn’t give up on me. You know, that means a lot to me” Tim stated.

“Don’t mention it” the young man answered, gesturing with the hand “That’s what big brothers are made for” he declared.

Tim nodded and got up, hugging the young man.
“I know but…thank you”

Dick hugged him back, stroking his hair .
“Anytime, Timmy”

Taken From Vespertila

Mon, 04 Feb 2008 21:56:18 GMT

What Animal Were You In Your Past Life?
	You were a platypus. You were eccentric and unclassifiable and it still shows. Your strength lies in your diverse associations with all walks of life. Although many people try to identify you, only you know your true self. You're a self-thinker and a bit of an introvert.
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A Platypus? Ehr...don't know what to say exactly, but the last two sentences fit :D

Night Graffiti

Fic : Smile (Batman!Dick, Jim Gordon)

Fic : Out of practice with patching (Bruce/Dick)

I need you, F-list!

Happy b-day V!!!!!

Two ficlets

Happy birthday!!!!!

At long last...but I'm back :)

Drabble : Better than stretching

Drabbles

Fic : A New Beginning

Happy birthday Vespertila :)

A good day

Seven things meme...and pc crap

Fic : Four Times Bruce Hugged Dick And One Dick Hugged Him

Four "First Anniversary" Drabbles!

First anniversary prompts

Ficlet : Home (Bruce Wayne, Robin!Dick)

A meme from many on the f-list

Who is your ideal Superman?

Fic : You are my sunshine (Bruce/Dick)

Ficlet : Partnership (Bruce Wayne, Robin!Dick)

See you next week ;)

Fic : The Line (Bruce/Dick)

Ficlet : Big Brothers (Dick, Tim)

Taken From Vespertila

What Animal Were You In Your Past Life?