Stand Alone: Tradition
Title: Tradition
Wordcount: 416
rating:PG
Characters: Dick, Damian
“It’s tradition, you know.” Dick had said, giving him a sly smile while the observed from the roof.
And Damian had replied with a military, “Yes, sir,” without putting down his binoculars. Stephanie Brown was hustling goons again. She’d gotten better. Good form, quick adaptation, nice application of necessary force. Observing the competition was a time-honored practice and wise to boot. However, that wasn’t what Batman had in mind.
“Damian, she’s contacting the nest. You can stop now.” And that’s where it started; the cold whip of suspicion in his stomach that roiled about like a pit of snakes.
“Observation should be taken seriously and be complete, sir.” Damian insisted, leaning out across the roof for a closer look.
“I agree completely. However, if either she or the bosslady figure out I’ve been letting my Robin ogle her Batgirl’s very nice assets with a pair of bat-issue binoculars, we’re both in for some serious ass-kicking and all Alfred will do is laugh and laugh.”
“Wha-WHAT?” Damian squawked, fumbling his binoculars spectacularly. He took one mournful moment to watch them tumble down the side of the building and smash on impact. Dick pat him on the shoulder.
“I remember the first time I noticed the bright yellow heels. They were a ridiculous idea, of course, that’s why BG’s moved on to more practical footwear, but,” Batman let out a reminiscent sigh, “it made her calves a mile long. The day I found out those legs were just as sexy out of the boots was the happiest of my life.”
In a rush of new emotion, Damian was sure his was going to cry and it was nauseating and alarming at the same time. He wasn't suffering any pain or emotional loss, no great joy, simply an immediate urge to throw himself off the roof without a jumpline right now and never, ever wake up.
Instead, he just stared.
“I was about your age, too. Don’t worry about it. It’s natural. However, since this batgirl is legally too old for you? I’m afraid you’re going to have to keep your dirty thoughts to yourself for a couple years. Gordon would kill me, otherwise.”
Robin had never been jealous of a pair of binoculars before.
Wordcount: 416
rating:PG
Characters: Dick, Damian
Summary: There comes a time in every Robin's life.... Crack. Complete crack.
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Damian was learning to hate tradition. He’d been fooled into being it’s bedfellow with warm breakfasts and birthday celebrations, but now it was rearing its ugly head and taunting his downfall with a bray of dark violent fire and Dick’s sense of humor.
“It’s tradition, you know.” Dick had said, giving him a sly smile while the observed from the roof.
And Damian had replied with a military, “Yes, sir,” without putting down his binoculars. Stephanie Brown was hustling goons again. She’d gotten better. Good form, quick adaptation, nice application of necessary force. Observing the competition was a time-honored practice and wise to boot. However, that wasn’t what Batman had in mind.
“Damian, she’s contacting the nest. You can stop now.” And that’s where it started; the cold whip of suspicion in his stomach that roiled about like a pit of snakes.
“Observation should be taken seriously and be complete, sir.” Damian insisted, leaning out across the roof for a closer look.
“I agree completely. However, if either she or the bosslady figure out I’ve been letting my Robin ogle her Batgirl’s very nice assets with a pair of bat-issue binoculars, we’re both in for some serious ass-kicking and all Alfred will do is laugh and laugh.”
“Wha-WHAT?” Damian squawked, fumbling his binoculars spectacularly. He took one mournful moment to watch them tumble down the side of the building and smash on impact. Dick pat him on the shoulder.
“I remember the first time I noticed the bright yellow heels. They were a ridiculous idea, of course, that’s why BG’s moved on to more practical footwear, but,” Batman let out a reminiscent sigh, “it made her calves a mile long. The day I found out those legs were just as sexy out of the boots was the happiest of my life.”
In a rush of new emotion, Damian was sure his was going to cry and it was nauseating and alarming at the same time. He wasn't suffering any pain or emotional loss, no great joy, simply an immediate urge to throw himself off the roof without a jumpline right now and never, ever wake up.
Instead, he just stared.
“I was about your age, too. Don’t worry about it. It’s natural. However, since this batgirl is legally too old for you? I’m afraid you’re going to have to keep your dirty thoughts to yourself for a couple years. Gordon would kill me, otherwise.”
Robin had never been jealous of a pair of binoculars before.
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