If I had one of these, I would be late for everything. Also, because reasons:
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Jason regrets everything.
“I’m so amazing it hurts.”
Mostly, though, Roy.
“I hate you.”
The countdown starts again, click as Roy pulls the trigger, and that goddamned “Excellent!”
“I’m going to kill Dick for giving you that,” he mutters, and Roy just laughs as he starts a new game.
The two of them are on a mission and Tim takes a bad hit. When he wakes up he doesn’t remember being a superhero, and Dick is familiar to him but he can’t place why just yet.
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Dick watches Tim watching him.
“So let me get this straight,” Tim says. Slowly, like that brain of his is going a million miles a minute and talking is a low priority at the moment. “You - we - are superheroes.”
“Yep.”
“Superheroes.”
“Yep.”
Dick smiles, and it feels a little rusty, disused. Not a lot of reason to smile lately, with this mission and Tim’s amnesia, but. The look on Tim’s face coupled with his tone of voice. It’s just so Tim he can’t help it.
Tim looks down at himself. Looks at Dick. Looks back around at his cape, his wings. “Not part of a Las Vegas dance revue?”
Title: Hobbies
Pairings: Dick Grayson/Tim Drake
Rating: G
Excerpt: “So, this stress thing of yours,” Steph starts out with, like Tim’s “stress thing” is a fad, or a trend, or some craze or whatever people want to call it.
Notes: This got me thinking about finger stripes, and then I wrote a quick little DickTim ficlet? :D?
A quick little DickTim drabble because I’m watching old Swat Kats episodes and it’s awesome, I guess? *hands*
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Oooh, yes. I love how out-of-place he feels because Coast City’s TOO clean, and yet Tim is Tim is Tim. And this works. (Will there be more? :D?)
He’s a stranger in a strange land! It’s not his fault there are superheros wherever he goes. Things like that just happen to him. *hands* (Hahaha, I hope you don’t mind my stealing your Star Sapphire!Dick idea for this bit.)
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Ficlet thing related to this headcanon of mine? Also, beware my terrible art. (Sorry!)
Drabble in the same verse as Brilliant as a Star, Best Foot Forward, and Gang aft agley
This was just an excuse to write something where Tim, Kon, and Bart were big cats because of reasons? IDK. Tim’s a jaguar, Kon’s a liger (hybrid between a lion and a tiger), and Bart’s a king cheetah. No, really. IDK. *hands*
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“For the record,” Kon says, words coming out with a slight growl behind it. “This was the worst idea ever.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” Tim says, hidden in the branches of one of the trees. “People have done worse than this. Trust me, trying to make a bigger, better video game isn’t so bad in comparison.”
Oh, well, when he puts it like that. But really, what idiot turns a learning AI loose in a virtual reality environment and doesn’t expect it to go HAL 9000 on them? (Okay, maybe not as murderous as that, but really. Who does something like that?)
Kon snorts, ears flattening against his head when something deeper in the forest shrieks. “I feel like Simba.”
“Hakuna Matata!” Bart yells, zooming past like the damn Roadrunner, a blur of black and gold, tail streaming behind him.
Tim laughs, a rumbling growl as he drops out of the tree in front of him. “At least they used something relatively benign like Kingdom Hearts, Kon.” Tim sort of rolls forward, movements fluid. “Heartless aside, I’d rather this than, say, Call of Duty.”
And, again, when he puts it like that. Still. “I have a crappy mane, Tim,” Kon whines, shaking his head for emphasis. “I look Like Luthor.” Or would, if Luthor ever ventured in here, which he would never do, so. Moot point. Whatever.
Another rumbling growl, Tim brushing against Kon before turning the direction Bart ran off in. Of course Bart would be a cheetah in this stupid game.
“Come on, we’ve got a job to do before you can re-claim the Pridelands.”
Kon growls. “Not funny, Tim.”
Tim laughs, nudging Kon again. “We should catch up with Bart.”
And. Good idea. “I still don’t like this.”
“Noted,” Tim says, amusement thick in his voice. “Now hurry up, you don’t want Bart to have all the fun, do you?”
Unfair, and also, no.
Guess what movie I watched today? (Hint: It was The Mummy.)
Tim realizes he’s made a mistake. Probably. As if to prove a point, a lone locust buzzes past, looking for the rest of its swarm.
“Great job.”
Oh, good. Jason agrees.
“Look,” Tim says. “In my defense, this has never happened before.”
Jason gives a thoroughly unimpressed look. “Are you talking about discovering a legendary city or resurrecting a mummy by reading from a book of magic after pretty much everyone said not to?”
Well. “…Both?” Because really, who does that? (Tim, apparently.)
Jason sighs. “I knew this wouldn’t end well.”
“So why did you agree?” Tim asks, knowing the answer is going to be to save his own life, and. That’s a perfectly fine answer, isn’t it? Who wants to die, after all, especially in country that’s not his?
Jason shakes his head, watches the skies darken, Egypt’s plagues made manifest once more. Drops his gaze to Tim’s, something like a smile on his lips. “Hell if I know.”
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…What am I doing with my life right now? /o\
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