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This was originally a 30 Days meme, but like, nah, fuck that, that's too long son.  Cut some of the longer answers for space, not content.

1 – How did you first get into writing fanfic, and what was the first fandom you wrote for? What do you think it was about that fandom that pulled you in?
Answer )

2 – Name the fandoms you've written in, and how much you've written in that fandom, and if you still write in it.

Answer )

3 – For each of the fandoms from day two, what were your favorite characters to write?

Answer )

4 – Do you have a "muse" character, that speaks to you more than others, or that tries to push their way in, even when the fic isn't about them? Who are they, and why did that character became your muse?

I... did? Sorta? When I was rp-ing, it was very easy to write Dick fics, b/c I was in that all the time. Afterwards, not really. With the continuing crossovers and tumblr following Nu52, it's got even harder. But, I've never really had a definite "muse". I have a type! But it's not really the same.
 

5 –If you have ever had a character try to push their way into a fic, whether your "muse" or not, what did you do about it?


I don't know that this has happened?? It's less that I have a strict control over my fics and what I write, than that it takes me so long to actually *write* anything down, by the time I do, it's already pretty solidified who's involved.

6 – When you write, do you prefer writing male or female characters?

We're gonna have fun with this, but male characters, always. I could go into my own varied queerness and identity, but, um, no. Just take it as it is.

7 – Have you ever had a fic change your opinion of a character?

Not really. A fic has made me ship something I didn't expect to, but never really changed my opinion. Once I make up my mind, nothing changes it.

8 – Do you write OCs? And if so, what do you do to make certain they're not Mary Sues, and if not, explain your thoughts on OCs.


Well, I don't write MSs b/c I'm not a cishet white man, so.

I like writing non-canon background characters because it gives a fic life. Nothing exists completely on its own, and that goes for, say, superheroes. Not everyone they're going to meet is a super, or a canon character (b/c comics don't understand that you really can have characters who don't die or turn evil to forward the plot). Sometimes a character is just a character who exists outside of the Plot of the Day.

My favorites were the Della Chiaras from Life's Sweetest Reward. While they did, in fact, service the plot (or, were the plot, rather), they were fun to play around with and hint at larger backstory, while making them, imo, super lovable.

9 – Pairings – For each of the fandoms from day two, what are your three favorite pairings to write?

Answer )

10 – Pairings – Have you ever gone outside your comfort zone and written a pairing you liked, but found you couldn't write, or a pairing you didn't like, and found you could?

Um...no? Well, kinda, I guess. I have yet to successfully write TigerDick (heheh) even though the concept is V Good. I haven't finished any Helena/Dick, but that's more b/c I haven't finished anything in about a year.

I'm ambivalent about Dick/Tim, but I wrote them for a commission and did greatly enjoy it, so, I guess, yes?

Mostly, though, through Yuletide and Rarepairs, I've been able to write pairings I didn't even think of until suddenly pinch hits are up and I'm like, "...Hey now~"

11 – Genre – do you prefer certain genres of fic when you're writing? What kind do you tend to write most?

Slice of life, I guess. Rambling bits of character development over plot are super my thing. I'd say mystery, but I've never read a successful mystery fic (not fanfic fault, I think; it's a failing of modern mystery-writing in general). I, uh, tend to write what I like, which is mostly rambly character-based fics, which I'm discovering are not, in fact, everybody's thing. Whatevs.

12 – Have you ever attempted an "adaptation" fic of a favorite book or movie but set in a different fandom?

YOU DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH THIS IS MY THING

This is something I do all the time in my head, but never write. Well, I started writing it, but it hasn't gone anywhere. I very much want to, and I have so many thought of, but, well, they're a lot more time exhausting than writing something that isn't. (Oh, wait, the Real Doll fic. I'm so thinking of doing a Pygmalion of that, and BOY!)

ADVICE TIME: One pitfall for a lot of writers who attempt this is that they rely on the original text to, well, fill out the text of the new story. You can't just c/p whole parts of the story (not even just b/c of plagiarism b/c there are plenty of public domain works) and stick them in as part of it, b/c your writing style will never imitate correctly, and you'll just give your reader literary whiplash. That's OK! It shouldn't match! Even writing pastiche, it will never completely match the original. SO, you need to take those sections and rewrite them in your own way. The meanings can stay exactly the same, but the words and style need to be yours, fully.


13 – Do you prefer canon or fanon when you write? Has writing fanfic for a fandom changed the way you see some or even all of the original source material?

I enjoy both, and I will, in fact, fight for fanon to exist at all costs. Fanon is what gets people writing when they enter a new fandom. Fanon is how people break into writing, letting them play around without worry of "screwing up". Fanon is good and great on the whole and should be protected as an institution. Personally, I enjoy a mix of both. For some fandoms, I'm very canon-strict. For others, I let my freak flag fly and use an amalgam of whatever I like.

I don't know if it's fanfic, my own queerness, or both, but I do look at source material more often from a queer perspective, i.e. finding all the queer subtext in everything (seriously, if you can watch Foyle's War and think Foyle ISN'T lowkey flirting with everybody, then you're a better man than I, Gunga Din). Maybe it's more that, since fanfic and fandom (as a whole and the parts I've carved out for myself) encourages subtext-hunting, I'm more aware of it than ever.

14 – Ratings – how high are you comfortable with going? Have you ever written higher? If you're comfortable with NC-17, have you ever been shocked by finding that the story you're writing is G-rated instead?


I don't know what's higher than immortal space incest, but I've probably got that fic half-written and waiting. I write everything, in all ratings. I don't think I've ever been "shocked" to find I'm writing not-porn when porn is what I started with, because that's generally how 99% of my fics go. Even when I plan it, I've got to devote at least 5,000 words to character development and plot and oh god, why can't you two just bone already, why do I need anotHER CHAPTER, FUCKDAMMIT THIS WAS DUE YESTERDAY

15 – Warnings – What do you feel it most important to warn for, and what's the strangest thing you've warned for in a fic?

Answer )

16 – Summaries – Do you like them or hate them? How do you come up with them, if you use them?

I'm ambivalent. Sometimes it's annoying when I'm all set to post a fic and I don't have a summary and goddammit I just want this fic to go up why does it need a fucking summary just fucking read it. But most of the time I'm just like, OK. I don't generally do summaries that are like, full back-of-the-book blurbs, because I just don't. Usually, I just come up with a sentence or two that loosely ties up what's going on, or sets the mood. I don't spend much time on them.

17 – Titles – Are they the bane of your existence, or the easiest part of the fic? Also, if you do chaptered fic, do you give each chapter a title, or not?

Bru, I fucking love titles. 99% of my titles are song lyrics or slightly-tweaked song lyrics, b/c that's my jam. I know so many songs, bru. So many. I don't think I've ever titled something and then didn't like it later, even if sometimes it's confusing when I get the "You Got Kudos!" e-mail and I'm like, "fuck which fic is that" lmao

I don't generally for chaptered fics, but I do for original work. If it's a long, involved fic, I will, b/c I love titled chapters, but I ain't getting paid for it, so.

18 – Where do you get the most inspiration for your fics from?


...Myself? For the things I don't write, from movies, books, songs, what have you. For the things I do write, sometimes art (fan or otherwise), usually from things that just pop into my head. I wrote a few back in my rp days that were prompts given or chat ideas/text posts that I had to write, but I find I do that less now. This is probably b/c I'm in a fandom of 1 with a ship of 1. :I

19 – When you have story ideas, do you sit down and start writing right away, or do you write down the idea for further use?

AHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHJFASHKJFHASHFLKAJKFL

Oh god, no. Have y'all seen me publish anything lately? Didn't think so.

My mom lovingly bought me an idea box, which I used once, and which is now supporting other boxes in a tower of boxes in my room. Sometimes I'll jot maybe a sentence or a couple words into a Gdoc, but that's about it. As soon as I write things down, I forget about them or stop thinking about them, which is really not conducive to fic writing. That's not to say I don't have 500 unfinished Gdocs sitting there waiting, b/c I do eventually write things down, it's just that I usually wait and wait until I can't wait and have to write in one giant rush and then stop writing for the next 10 years.

20 – Do you ever get story ideas from other people's stories or art in the same fandom?

Oh, I guess I answered this, whoops. But yeah, I do, especially fic. Fic I enjoy usually becomes, "Oh, I like that plot, but what if instead this happened?" (I'm all about fic remixes, even though I've never done one b/c most people seem very :< about them ;__; ). Fic I don't becomes, "Fuck you, I can do that better."

21 – Sequels – Have you ever written a sequel to a fic you wrote, and if so, why, and if not, how do you feel about sequels?

I...haven't? I think?? Most of my stories are one-shots or chaptered fic, so I haven't needed to sequel (altho I do have a half-finished commission sequel that I need to do, whoops). There is one I would like to write, I guess, a sequel to: Sunshine, Lollipops, and Rainbows. I just haven't got around to it (like everything else).

I enjoy sequels, but I think, like movies often fail to escape from, you risk needing to make your sequel bigger and better than the original, which, IMO, isn't the purpose of a sequel at all. Sequels should either, 1) continue an over-arching story (in which case, that sequel better have been planned b/c you'll fall flat and die otherwise), or 2) take your characters into a new adventure. It doesn't have to be a big adventure; SLR sequel will just be Dick and Bruce exploring their relationship now that it's established and learning more about how they interact and relate to one another. It doesn't have to be something grandiose, just playing with the characters established.

22 – Have you ever participated in a fest or a Big Bang? If so, write about your favorite experience in relation to one. If not, are there any you've thought about doing? And if not, why not?

Bru. I'm in the middle of, like, 5.

I find I enjoy BBs less, b/c I don't write long fics (and stress even harder when I try to). I love Yuletide, tho, and generally Rarepair, altho this year life just decided to do a giant "haha, fuck you" on me, so. Right now, I have a LOTR mini-bang (*cries*), a BDSM BB (I'm not very consistent with my preferences), Season of Kink (which I have already failed at and have just accepted it), YULETIDE WHICH IS MY TIME TO SHINE MOTHERFUCKERS, and Couples BB (b/c I never fucking learn) where I have no idea what I'm gonna do.

I really need more small fandom fic things. Or there need to be more out there, one of the two.

That all said, NaNo can go fuck itself.

23 – When you post, where do you post to? Just your journal? Just an archive? Your own personal site?

I used to post on FFNet waaaaaaay back in the day (2005, oh hell). Now, I post to my Tumblr (well, sorta; there's a shitton of fics there that haven't been posted anywhere else that I need to get to), but mostly to Archive of Our Own. I'm thinking of making a Fanfic Masterlist here & LJ, tho; just a nice place to have them all together.

24 – Betaing – How many betas do you like to use to make sure there aren't any major flaws in your fic? Do you have a Beta horror story or dream story?

Answer )

25 – Music – Do you listen to music while you write? Do you make playlists to get into a certain "mood" to write your fic? Do you need noise in general? Or do you need it completely quiet?

Uh, nes. Yo. Sorta. Sometimes, if there's one song that I just really really feel for a fic, I'll play that on repeat until I'm done (with the fic, that is; I'm probably past done with the song by then). I've never been a big playlist person, as in making a playlist for a fic or for mood, b/c I don't work that way. But I will just turn on a random playlist or album that I know for some background. The quieter it is, the more likely I am to get distracted by my own brain.

26 – What is the oddest (or funnest) thing you've had to research for a fic?

Answer )

27 – Where is your favorite place to write, and do you write by hand or on the computer?

Answer )

28 – Have you ever collaborated with anyone else, whether writing together, or having an artist work on a piece about your fic?

I have not, but gosh, I would love to! The idea of collaborated fics is something I've wanted to do for a long time, but it's never worked out. I have had art done for my fics during BBs, but not in a working together sense.

29 – What is your current project or projects?

Oh shit, son, too many. I kinda listed what I'm doing in the answer to 22, and in the research question, because that's my next big thing. The BDSM fic is a long Bruce/Dick one that I've had kicking around for a while (it's the wordcount that's gonna make me cry). The LOTR one is going to be Tom Bombadil and Goldberry, b/c my heart belongs to characters nobody else cares about. The Couples BB is either going to be Foyle's War or maybe it'll be a big Helena/Dick fic (probably the latter). I don't know what Yuletide will be, but I'm SO FUCKING READY and waiting is suffering.

30 – Do you have a favorite fic you've written? What makes it your favorite? And don't forget to give us a link!

I, uh... I think my favorite fic hasn't been posted yet, so, uh, whoops? Don't worry; I'll make a masterlist soon!
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 Because what else would you expect for my inaugural post?

Six ships you're into right now:
  1. Andrew Foyle/Rex Talbot
  2. Christopher Foyle/Rex Talbot
  3. Sherlock Holmes/John Watson
  4. Helena Bertinelli/Dick Grayson
  5. Seto Kaiba/Katsuya Jonouchi
  6. James Moriarty/Athelney Jones
Three ships you liked, but don't anymore:

7. Dick/Wally
8. Irene Adler/Sherlock Holmes
9. .....Bruce/Dick ( 5+ years of Nu52 finally did it)

Four ships you never liked:

10. Dick/Barbara (I MEAN)
11. Jason/Dick
12. Jason/Tim
13. Dick/Tim

Two ships you're curious about, but don't actually ship:


14. Kaiba/Yugi
15. Dick/Selina
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First off, oh gosh, thank you for writing me a thing (and for having A+ choice in fandoms, obvs)

DO NOT WANT:  Pregnancy, Death (unless stated), Sadfics (unless stated), super heavy kink (you know the kind).

DO WANT:  Anything else ranging from fluff to gen to intense to explicit (esp. when stated, but always up for all).

Foyle's War

Look, I'm a huge sucker for happy queer endings and we got none, so I'm super demanding happy fics here.  No big AUs for this fandom, please (obvs, canon-divergent is fine since ;___; ).
  • Andrew/Rex:  Any time-period (during the war, after, before), so long as they wind up together/are together, I'm happy.  Best friends to lovers is my favorite trope.
  • Christopher Foyle/Rex:  Look, there's this really great fic that made me ship them, and I'm a sucker for age gap, so yesgood, give me some May/December romance.  Rex in his custody after a verdict of accidental manslaughter; Rex injured/off-duty while Andrew's transferred and offered a place to live; anything at all, really!
  • Christopher/Rex/Andrew:  Rex is a little too fond of the Foyles, and they're much too fond of him.
  • Foyle/Milner:  On a case, off-duty, however you like.

Mysterious Mr. Quin

There's only one pairing here, and if you've read the stories, you know how they go.  A little mystery, a little gentlemanly sleuthing, a lot of people watching and character observing.

Big thing:  In the stories, Mr. Quin is described as having a "dark face" and dark features.  Now, while this was probably more of a literary allusion to the Commedia dell'arte, my headcanon is that he's Black.  He's a wealthy Black gentleman in 1920s England and no one really questions it, so this is basically my one requirement for this pairing.


Grayson

Ngl, I do have preferences here, but mostly because this fandom gets so little quality love (and Helena in particular, lbrh).  Would like to stay within canon of being spies, but very flexible with events in it, so go nuts.  Sexings v OK in this fandom.
  • Helena/Dick:  My heart and love.  As partners, as Matron/Agent 37, as two people who find themselves nonexistent, anything.  Just, guh, the chemistry between these two, omg.
  • Helena/Dick/Tiger:  Spy sandwich, aww yeaaaaah!
  • TigerDick:  (*snickers*)  Dick Grayson may be an idiot, but he's not stupid.
  • Dick/Midnighter:  Snark, violence, and flirting.  We know how Dick feels about big guys in black~
  • Midnighter/Dick/Tiger:  I've actually never thought of this pairing, but now I super want it.  Two commanding personalities (two Bruce-like body types, lbr), two more than happy with violence, and one VERY turned on Dick Grayson.

Yu-Gi-Oh!

OK, so like, this is my teenage trash fandom, and my favorite trash pairing got accepted, so just fuck me up, man.
  • Tabloidshipping:  GOD I'M SO EXCITED THIS GOT ACCEPTED, MY WEEB DAYS ARE BACK   Anything with these brothers, tbh, but prefer happy(ish) stories (I mean, like, if y'all set it during Death-T, then just ignore that pref and fuck me up).  Prefer manga-based, but any time works.  Also, omg!  Mokuba's all (kinda) grown up now!!  Yesssss, just hit me with whatever you've got.  No sexual abuse focus.
  • Ryou Bakura/Seto Kaiba:  Man, just...  Think about it.  Tiny gross tabletop nerd and dragon nerd with his own company producing ultra-realistic VR games.  Just... match made in nerddom.
  • Pegasus/Kaiba:  Like, dang, son, this is my other trash pairing.  No sexual abuse focus, but man, give me all the inappropriate corporate flirting.

Tinker, Tailor

OK, my one requirement is that this must be book relationships, because I don't abide by the movie doing what it did to my tragic Romance death.
  • Bill/Jim:  Before the Circus, during, after, their last conversation, anything.  Just, guh, these two.  Canon Death fics OK here.
  • Bill/Smiley:  Maybe it isn't Anne Bill's really trying to seduce.

Batman
  • Talia/Selina:  Catty girlfriends, picking on Bruce, doting on Robins (well, one Robin for Talia, I suppose...), being super cool '70s chicks out for the ride.  Ooh, AU where they raise Damian?  Tiny Robin, loves animals...????
  • Bruce/Thomas Jr.:  Oh shit, man, go dark.  Did Thomas steal Bruce's Dick Robin?  Something a little too on-turning about seeing another version of yourself?
  • Tim Drake/Lex Luthor:  Tiny tech nerd already matched with Ra's al Ghul and proved himself as a businessperson, so let's see how he does with the Big competition.

Jupiter Ascending
  • Seraphi/Jupiter:  Is it vain to love yourself in another body?


AAAAH, Thanks so much for reading all through this, and I hope you have a great time, because I know I will and I'll love whatever you give me!  <3333333
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He was lonely. So lonely. Alfred always said he understood. Everyone said that, but nobody could understand. They were all adults. Adults never understand! They always talked about how it was “so terrible”, a “tragic happening of life”, but that he needed to learn “getting over” things, that “time will pass”, that “it will heal”.

It won’t. It never could.

He looked at his father’s desk. There was a ticket there. A ticket for the circus.

He’d never been to a circus before.

“Alfred. We’re going to the circus. Get the car.”

“Of course, Master Bruce.”

Bruce tapped his foot the entire ride, eager to reach his destination. He’d always seen wonderful things about the circus in pictures and books. Perhaps it was what he needed. Maybe someone there would understand.

He told Alfred to stay and went on to the ticket booth. His ticket stamped, he went on to the entrance, hesitating. It didn’t seem very impressive from the outside. Maybe it was better once you were really in it. Setting his shoulders, he walks through the welcome-arch.

There’s music and laughter and so many scents of things he’s never smelled before and people skipping around and the sounds of animals and all kinds of children everywhere. Kids who’d understand him.

This place was magical.

He weaved between crowds, taking in all the sights and smells and sounds and things of a circus. Why had he never been there before? Everything was wonderful and happy here.

He walked over to a crowd gathered around the elephant, moving between people to see clearer. The elephant was amazing. He’d never seen one up close before, not even in the zoo! He looked over at the presenter, eager to learn about this elephant, and felt his breath catch in his throat.

The presenter was a boy about his age, a bright ball of walking sunshine, beautiful and smiling, radiating happiness. Bruce couldn’t help but smile as the boy looked at him. He hadn’t smiled in a long time. Not since they died. Not really.

An adult came over and took the elephant’s rope, telling the boy something. The boy smiled and waved goodbye to the group and skipped away. Bruce stepped away from the crowd and followed him. He wanted to make friends with the smiling boy. He could understand him.

He cornered the boy behind some trailers on the outskirts of the camp. ”Wait! I want to talk to you!”

The boy stopped and looked back at him. ”Hi. You’re not really supposed to be here.”

“I-I know, I just—” Bruce bit his lip. ”I just wanted to say hi. I’m Bruce.”

The boy smiled. ”I’m Dick.”

Bruce smiled back. ”So… you work with the elephants?”

“No. Zitka’s my friend, so I show her around!” Dick giggled, his laugh bubbling like music. ”I’m an acrobat!”

“Really? That’s so cool. I’m—” He stopped himself, smiling slightly. ”I’d like to be. It looks so fun. How old are you?”

“I’m eight-and-three-quarters!” Dick beamed proudly, making Bruce chuckle.

“Wow. Do you do it all by yourself?”

Dick laughed, bouncing on his toes. ”No. I work with my mom and dad. We’re the best acrobats around!”

Bruce’s smiled faded. Oh, maybe he wouldn’t understand. ”That must be nice,” he said. ”I don’t have parents anymore.”

“Oh… I’m sorry.” He meant it, Bruce could tell.

“You’re really nice. Thanks.”

Dick smiled. ”I have to get back to my folks. The show’s gonna be starting soon.” He started to move away, then stopped and looked back. ”You’re sad. I’ll do my special flip just for you! Then you won’t be sad anymore!”

Bruce gasped slightly, then smiled. ”Really? You’d do it just for me?”

“Uh-huh!” Dick nodded brightly. ”Be watching!” With a wave, he bounded off for his trailer.

For his parents.

Something inside Bruce burned. Angry. Violent. He wanted Dick to be his friend. Dick said he was sorry. He almost understood! But he couldn’t. Dick still had parents.

He wandered around the grounds, scowling to himself. Dick’s parents did everything with him. Dick’s parents were always around. Not like his. His parents were gone. Dick could never understand.

Not unless his parents were gone, too.

Bruce looked up. His feet had led him straight to a back entrance to the big top, down by the arena floor. He looked around for someone watching, then slipped inside. No one seemed to be around, so he continued further. There were some ropes on the ground, set up like for a trapeze. It must be what Dick will perform on.

It came to him in a flash. No one would know. It would be some terrible accident. A tragic happening of life.

He looked around frantically for something sharp, anything that could cut through rope. The knife-thrower’s box was already set up off to the side, and he fled to it, grabbing a knife and all but flinging himself to the ground by the trapeze. Time was short. People could come in any minute!

Carefully, he sliced at the rope, just enough so it would fray. Too much weight and it would snap. Satisfied his work was done, he returned the knife and snuck back outside. The lines were already starting to go in for the seats, so Bruce joined them, panting slightly as he showed his ticket. He was jittery with anticipation, both for the show to start and in the aftermath of what he’d done. There was no stopping it now. Whatever happened, happened.

The show was incredible, but Bruce hardly really registered it. He kept waiting for the acrobats. For Dick. Dick said he’d do his special flip for him. Suddenly, the lights went out and a bright spot shone down on the Ringmaster.

“Ladies and gentlemen! Boys and girls! Now, watch and thrill as you witness aerial artistry, daring leaps of faith, and death-defying stunts, all performed without a net! Presenting the Amazing Flying Graysons!”

The spotlight jumped up to the top of a pole where Dick stood with his mother, both waving at the crowd. Bruce half-waved instinctively, smiling broadly as he watched Dick. He was right there. He would do his flip for him soon!

The Graysons did simple flips, passing back and forth, double and triple flips here and there for flavor. Each one brought a gasp from the audience at each last-minute catch. They swung back to the posts, setting up for the next trick.

“And now, the youngest Flying Grayson will do his most astounding trick. Young Dick is one of only three people in the world who can successfully accomplish this stunt: The Quadruple Flip of Doom!”

The crowd waited with bated breath as Dick prepared. Bruce leaned forward, suddenly terrified. What if the rope broke while Dick was on it? Then he’d lose his only friend! Bruce watched in horror as Dick primed his rope, Dick’s father hanging from the other trapeze.

One.

Two.

Three.

Dick pushed off, letting go of the bar at the apex of his swing.

One, two, three, four flips!

With an audible “HUP!”, Dick caught his father’s wrists, swinging back to safety. The audience cheered wildly, swept up in the excitement of the flip. Bruce sighed in relief, tears in the corners of his eyes. Dick was safe. Dick did all that just for him. Bruce smiled up at Dick as he applauded. He and Dick would be such great friends.

“Isn’t he a wonder? Quite the natural bird, young Dickie. Well, we’ll let the young robin rest. He still has quite a lot to learn, as his parents will be quick to demonstrate!”

The Graysons began their double routine, but Bruce only had eyes for Dick as he climbed back down to the ground. A few moments later, a shriek pulled him back to the performance.

The rope snapped.

He watched with a cold knot in his stomach as the Graysons fell, flashes of pearls and roses in his mind. The crowd screamed and rushed out, fleeing the tragedy, but Bruce just watched Dick.

Dick understood.

He wasn’t alone.

He slipped out of the tent, returning when the police arrived. He beckoned Dick away from the police. ”I know a place you can be safe,” he said, holding the sobbing boy’s shoulder tightly. ”Officer Gordon will take you there. You won’t be alone.” Dick nodded, and returned to the policeman indicated.

Batman watched as they left, returning to his car to meet them at the manor. He smiled. Bruce had a friend now. Someone to understand him.

They’d never be lonely again.

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“I don’t know, Ollie. This isn’t quite what I had in mind when you said ‘out on the town’.”

Oliver Queen laughed boisterously, clapping Bruce on the back. “Oh ho ho, Bruce, m’boy, you need to learn how to get out from mommy and daddy’s Puritan shadow. Live a little!”

He slung his arm around Bruce’s shoulders. “Besides, you know my clubs are the best around.”

Smiling slightly, Bruce let himself be led up to the door. The bouncer cracked a smile at some awful joke Ollie made and let them in. The pretty girl at the bar led them to a reserved table right in front of the main stage. After they gave her their drink orders, Bruce leaned over to Ollie.

“So, what am I looking for, again?”

“You’ll see, Bruce,” Ollie shouted, barely audible over the booming music. A very built arm set down their drinks and Ollie slid his hand up to the bicep. “Well, hello, beautiful.” Bruce followed Ollie’s gaze.

A muscular–and barely dressed–redhead man smirked at them and cocked a hip.

“Buy me a drink?” he said, resisting the playful tugs Ollie was giving him.

“Yeah, yeah, give me a kiss and it’s yours.” The young man smiled and allowed Ollie to pull him down. Bruce looked away, suddenly very interested in the empty stage. When they finally broke the kiss, Ollie slapped the redhead on the ass and sent him on his way to the bar.

“So...who’s that?” Bruce asked.

“Him?” Ollie yelled, jerking his thumb in the direction fo the bar. “That’s Roy. One’a my Titans. Hot shit, ain’t he?” Bruce nodded noncommitally.

Roy swung into the seat next to Ollie, drink in hand.

“Hey there, tiger.” He pulled Ollie around to kiss him, this time on his terms.

“So,” Roy began, breaking the kiss and indicating Bruce with his glass, “who’s that?”

Ollie barked out a laugh and clapped Bruce on the shoulder.

“This is Bruce Wayne, good friend and lonely birthday boy.” He leaned in to Roy, conspiratorially stage-whispering, “I thought I’d give him the Bird.”

Roy leaned forward, looking Bruce over appraisingly. “Yeah, he’ll like him.”

Bruce wasn’t sure what “he” Roy was referring to.

Suddenly, the music that had been blasting through the club stopped. A booming voice came over the speakers.

And now, The Emerald Arrow is thrilled to announce the return of one of our very own Titans. The Golden Boy in red and green; that free, flexible, flyer; fearless, effusive, full of grace. Sit back, relax, as we present, for your pleasure, the one, the only Robin, the Young Wonder!

The club erupted in cheers and cat-calls as the lights went completely out. A white spotlight hit the stage, shining off the pole in the center. The first strains of a song began playing. Slowly descending from the ceiling came a green pixie boot which lead up to a toned leg, to a firm, round ass, to a strong torso, and finally revealing a beautiful masked face. The young man landed in the splits, winking at the audience.

“Hi there.”

He rose, twirling and dancing around the pole. The club roared, people throwing money at the stage. He let his vest drop, tossing it offstage. Bending backwards, he focused on Bruce.

“Hey. How you feeling?”

Bruce just stared. Dear god, the boy was flexible! He’d never seen anyone like him.

Robin pulled himself into a handstand. “You should see me in bed.”

He laughed brightly and did a back-flip to stand, landing perfectly in front of the pole. He moved with the music, caressing the pole like a lover. Somewhere along the way, Robin removed his shoes, leaving only the mask and the sparkly panties. He dropped to his knees in front of Bruce, hooking his thumbs in the band.

“Wanna help?”

Bruce’s hands jerked forward, itching to touch that fabric, that skin. He stopped just above Robin’s thighs.

“Go on,” Robin urged. “You can touch me.”

Bruce ran his hands lightly up Robin’s thighs, up the smooth fabric, up to Robin’s hands. The young man nodded and put his hands over Bruce’s, pulling down, down,

down.

Ollie’s hand plopped over Robin’s crotch, stopping their movement.

“Hey there, boys,” he said, grinning. “Let’s not reveal all your secrets, huh?”

Robin grinned and pulled the panties up. “Sorry, honey,” he said, brushing Bruce’s cheek. “Maybe later.”

Robin rose and continued his dance. Bills littered the stage and found their way into his hot pants. Finally, beautifully, he finished his act, gracefully gathering up his tips and vanishing offstage.

“Well, Brucie boy?” Ollie leaned into him. “Whaddya think?”

“He’s gorgeous,” Bruce said breathily.

“He’s yours if you want him.”

“Mine...? Ollie, you shouldn’t have!”

“Hey,” Ollie said, clapping him into a hug, “what’re pals for?”

Bruce laughed slightly, relaxing back into his seat. He jumped as someone touched his shoulder.

“Miss me?” Robin slid into the seat next to Bruce, kissing his cheek. Bruce put his arm around Robin’s waist.

“You were beautiful up there.”

“I hope I’m still beautiful down here,” Robin teased.

Roy set a drink down in front of Robin and kissed him passionately, eliciting a few wolf whistles from the patrons. Bruce looked away out of habit, but tightened his grip on Robin. Roy went back to Ollie and Robin leaned into Bruce, smiling brightly.

“So what’s your name?”

“Bruce. What’s yours?”

“Dick.”

Bruce stared at him, raising an eyebrow. Dick laughed.

“I know it gets to the point, but I swear that’s my name.” He smiled. “My parents were old fashioned.”

“Dickie here’s my big star,” Ollie said. “He can do things that you can only dream of, Brucie boy.”

“You’re always so generous, Ollie,” Dick said. He turned back to Bruce. “I promise I’ll be a good present.”

Bruce leaned into him. “One I don’t want to wait to unwrap.”

Something jingled in the corner of his eye and Bruce turned. Ollie shook a set of keys in Bruce’s face.

“The suite’s ready and waiting when you are.”

Dick smirked and grabbed the keys, pulling on Bruce’s collar as he stood.

“C’mon,” he purred. “I wanna show you what I can really do.”

Ollie swatted Bruce on the butt as Dick led him away.

“Roy, m’boy,” he said, pulling the redhead close to him and resting his head on his shoulder, “I am too generous for my own good.”

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The lights are dim.

The room is dark.

Red spots cycle and turn, searching for a subject.

The air is hot.

The noise is loud.

A spotlight hits him straight on, center-stage.

Dick smiles.

Show time.
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12/23/11


Christmas, Dick decided, was the most exciting time of the year. It always meant visiting with his dad’s family and traveling to new and exciting places. This Christmas, however, was the best because, not only was his blood family close, but he was going to spend the whole time with some of his circus family, too. Laughing hard and loud, Dick skipped through the camp, unable to contain his joy.


The trailers and wagons had been pulled together to make a large campground with the animal cages near the back. As Dick twirled and flipped his way through camp, reveling in the whirl of color the decorations made, he felt something grab him and hoist him up in the air. The young boy squealed with laughter as he was brought eye-level with his abductor.


“Hi, Zitka!”


The elephant flapped her ears and lifted him higher.


“No, Zitka, I’m not flying today.”


Zitka bounced him slightly before tossing him in the air. Dick twisted and spun once before straightening himself and letting Zitka catch him right-side-up this time.


“Special for you, Zitka.”


She lowered him to the ground and the two started wandering up to the camp. Zitka touched her trunk to one of the strands of garland wrapped around a trailer and trumpeted slightly, looking down at Dick.


“Do you want some garland, Zitka?”


Zitka nodded and nudged him with her trunk. Dick hugged her quickly.


“I’ll go get you some!” Dick tore off through the camp, heading for his parents’ trailer. As he approached, he heard his mother laugh.


“I will never understand how someone so at home hundreds of feet in the air can’t manage a simple ladder.”


“Mary, those are two completely different things. The trapeze was made to let us fly; the ladder was made to kill you.”


Mary laughed again, playfully swatting her husband on the leg. Dick came running up to her, talking a mile a minute. She knelt down and put her hands on his shoulders to keep him still.


“Calm down, little one. What do you want with Zitka?”


“I’m decorating her! She wants to look pretty for Christmas, so I want some garland and lights and wreaths and ornaments and blankets and paper and bows and ribbons and–”


“Whoa, there, kiddo,” John said, easily jumping down from the ladder. “Have you told Albie about this?”


“No...but I’m sure he won’t mind! Zitka will be so pretty and she’s so sad she doesn’t have any decorations and I’m sure he’ll say I can, can I use some of ours, please, oh please, oh please?”


Mary laughed and looked up at John.


“Well, love? Feel up to decorating an elephant?”


“If it keeps me far away from that ladder, I’ll decorate anything.”


“I’ll go tell Albie what’s going on. Take Dick and carry down some of the boxes.”


“Yes, ma’am. Come on, kid, we’ve got an elephant to decorate!”


Dick jumped and hugged his parents tightly before racing inside to grab a box of decorations. This was going to be the best Christmas ever!

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3/22/12

Flight was truly the best thing about life.

True, the colors, the smells, the brightness, the people, the tastes, that weird feeling you get when you walk into a room and just know what the atmosphere is like–those were all cool. But nothing could beat flying.

Except, maybe flying with someone close.

"You doin' alright there, Robin?"

Tim paled as he swung up behind Dick, trying, and failing, to land as gracefully as the elder.

"I don't know how you do it. I don't think I'm cut out for this."

"Don't sweat it, Timmy," Dick said, ruffling the younger boy's hair. "You'll be just fine."

Tim just made a slightly strangled hum of agreement and nodded absently.

"You'll be fine."


"You'll be fine, Damian."

"This is stupid. I already know how to use the grappling hooks; I don't need this...thing. You never come up on one in combat."

"It's good training," Dick replied, his voice betraying the smile he tried to hide. This was a serious lesson, after all. "Besides, the trapeze is just fun."

"Again, stupid."

"Sure it is." Dick placed his hands on the bar, just next to Damian's. "Alright, on three. One. Two. Three!"

Flying was the best with someone else.