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unfitforsociety) wrote2013-08-31 02:20 pm
unfitforsociety) wrote2013-08-31 02:20 pm
you could be the star, you could shine so bright
DCU
war is never cheap dear by![[archiveofourown.org profile]](https://p.dreamwidth.org/b164c54b26e4/-/archiveofourown.org/favicon.ico)
irnan
The blonde behind him says, "You know, if the point of this operation is to get close to Venetia Flynn you are really gonna have to work on your flirting. Also just your people skills in general! Which are distinctly rusty. Not that I don't get it, because mine were too. You know, when I came back."
Jason stops short.
"Personally, I think we oughta start a club," she adds. And when he still doesn't move: "Hey. You don't get to ignore me, Robin."
OK, that cuts kinda deep. He turns, sighing. She's standing on the bottom step so they're almost of a height. She's wary of him, but he's pretty sure that underneath she thinks it's funny as hell that she's caught him out like this. She's wearing sleeves and long pants just like he is: they hide the scars. The shape of her face, her stance; her knuckles, scarred over as unattractively as his own. Jason and the Batgirls, who are likely to understand him best. Oh my heart. Too bad canon never seemed interested, because these relationships are fascinating, and this story gets them spot-on.
while you see it your way byirnan
"This Nick Gage that Jim mentioned the other day," said Father. "Who is he?"
It was a completely superfluous question. Damian was sitting on the sideboard behind Father's chair and had a full and unobstructed view of Father's computer screen: he was already hacking the GCPD files and reading up on Detective Nicholas Gage.
"I understand he and Miss Barbara have – stepped out, as the expression goes," said Pennyworth. "He's on the force. Miss Stephanie has worked with him a time or two."
"Hmmph," said Father, sounding disgruntled. (Not that Father had ever, in Damian's limited experience of him, sounded particularly… gruntled. Was that a word? On second thoughts, Damian suspected not.) "So he's an inferior knockoff."
"Inferior knockoff of what?" said Damian.
"Of Dick," said Father, and shut the computer with a sharp gesture. Damian tries his hand at matchmaking. Oh, honey.
you're not right but you're not wrong (we're just singing from a different song) byirnan
SO MANY BATFAMILY FEELS. *sob* Jason starts taking his place amongst the Robins and the Batgirls.
~*~
war is never cheap dear by
The blonde behind him says, "You know, if the point of this operation is to get close to Venetia Flynn you are really gonna have to work on your flirting. Also just your people skills in general! Which are distinctly rusty. Not that I don't get it, because mine were too. You know, when I came back."
Jason stops short.
"Personally, I think we oughta start a club," she adds. And when he still doesn't move: "Hey. You don't get to ignore me, Robin."
OK, that cuts kinda deep. He turns, sighing. She's standing on the bottom step so they're almost of a height. She's wary of him, but he's pretty sure that underneath she thinks it's funny as hell that she's caught him out like this. She's wearing sleeves and long pants just like he is: they hide the scars. The shape of her face, her stance; her knuckles, scarred over as unattractively as his own. Jason and the Batgirls, who are likely to understand him best. Oh my heart. Too bad canon never seemed interested, because these relationships are fascinating, and this story gets them spot-on.
while you see it your way by
"This Nick Gage that Jim mentioned the other day," said Father. "Who is he?"
It was a completely superfluous question. Damian was sitting on the sideboard behind Father's chair and had a full and unobstructed view of Father's computer screen: he was already hacking the GCPD files and reading up on Detective Nicholas Gage.
"I understand he and Miss Barbara have – stepped out, as the expression goes," said Pennyworth. "He's on the force. Miss Stephanie has worked with him a time or two."
"Hmmph," said Father, sounding disgruntled. (Not that Father had ever, in Damian's limited experience of him, sounded particularly… gruntled. Was that a word? On second thoughts, Damian suspected not.) "So he's an inferior knockoff."
"Inferior knockoff of what?" said Damian.
"Of Dick," said Father, and shut the computer with a sharp gesture. Damian tries his hand at matchmaking. Oh, honey.
you're not right but you're not wrong (we're just singing from a different song) by
SO MANY BATFAMILY FEELS. *sob* Jason starts taking his place amongst the Robins and the Batgirls.
~*~