Title: He’s the Black Cat Who Crosses Your Path
Genre: General
Verse: Young Justice (Earth-16)
Rating: G
Fandom: Batman/Young Justice animated series
Pairing: none
Summary: (follows “She Likes Taking In Strays”) Nearly a year after she first takes him under her wing, Selina treats a now thirteen-year old Jason to a birthday breakfast, where he receives a special present from her.
Title: She Likes Taking In Strays
Genre: General
Verse: Young Justice (Earth-16)
Rating: G
Fandom: Batman/Young Justice animated series
Pairing: none
Summary: A thought came to mind today while watching the latest episode of Young Justice. What if, in this verse, the reason Jason Todd isn’t/wasn’t Robin is because, when he tried to swipe the wheels off the Batmobile, he got intercepted by Catwoman before Batman? What if she helped him swipe the rest of the tires before Batman came back then decided to take him under her wing?
Came up with a new crossover concept to possibly explore later.
The idea? A Batman/Warehouse 13 (SyFy original television series) crossover exploring an alternate explanation about why Tim Drake’s parents were hardly ever in his life…
Tim Drake is furious.
While he was out of town working with the Titans, someone broke into the building where all his parents’ belongs were being stored. Mysteriously, the only thing taken was trunk containing an assortment of souvenirs they had collected on their travels around the world. It infuriates Tim because some of his few fond memories of his parents as a child were hearing all the wild, made-up stories of all the Indiana Jones-styled adventures his mom and dad had to go through to find them. He wants them back!
Even more mysteriously, the theft attracts the attention of two federal secret service agents, Agent Myka Bering and Agent Peter Lattimer.
While trying to run his own investigation as Red Robin, while at the same time being forced to work with Myka and Peter, Tim inadvertently learns about Warehouse 13. When he goes searching for answers and eventually meets Artie (Arthur Neilsen), the Warehouse’s custodian…
Artie: Timothy Drake? You’re Jack and Janet’s son, right?
Tim: *confused* You knew my parents?
Artie: Of course I did. They were two of the finest agents I ever had the pleasure of working with. They were two of my dearest friends.
Turns out, the reason Jack and Janet were constantly traveling around the world wasn’t for their business. In reality, they were Warehouse 13 agents. The two of them had originally met when they were first assigned to the Warehouse and fell in love there. After marrying, they both “retired”. However after Tim was born and had gotten older, there was a sudden influx of active artifacts and they were reactivated by Mrs. Fredric herself because the Warehouse had become very short-staffed in those years. Jack and Janet also secretly harbored a desire to bring Tim into their work and the Warehouse once he was older.
Artie: *sighing* Janet always wanted you all to work together as a family here. She was literally counting the days until she could bring you to the Warehouse.
When Janet died and Jack was paralyzed, they were on a Warehouse assignment to recover an artifact from a voodoo witchdoctor. That particular artifact was never recovered.
After losing Janet, Jack retired for good from the Warehouse. No further contact was made between Jack and Artie. Arthur only learned of Jack’s death through a news report years later.
The “souvenirs” that were stolen from Tim’s storage were supposedly benign artifacts that his parents never brought back for storage at the Warehouse. They were going to use those things to eventually introduce Tim to the existence of artifacts and their work.
While trying to process everything he’s just learned about his parents’ secret life, Mrs. Fredric approaches Tim in private. Somehow, mysteriously, she knows about his own dual life as Red Robin, and his history working with Batman. She believes the combination of the skills he’s developed as a crime-fighter and detective as well as his own pedigree as the son of two stellar Warehouse agents would make him an ideal candidate to become an agent himself. Tim is firm in his refusal, at first, but Mrs. Fredric is very good at planting tempting seeds of doubt.
Tim: I don’t have time to work for you people. I have too many responsibilities in Gotham.
Mrs. Fredrick: But it is what your parents wanted for you.
Tim: …
Mrs. Fredrick: You could use this opportunity to learn more about them. Learn about who your mother and father really were. *waves to the greater interior of the warehouse* Everything they were, all the things you never knew about them, is on those shelves out there.
This is all I have in my head right now. We’ll see if I take it anywhere later…
Last night, when I watched the season finale of White Collar, I saw the scene of Neal leaping across from the roof of one tram to the other while both were in mid-air above the water like it was practically nothing…
First thought in my mind was “Good lord! How can you NOT be an ex-Robin in canon?!??!?!!”
Title: Mockingbirds & Butterflies - Chapter 2
Genre: General/Drama/Family
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: ???
Word Count: ~2880 words
Summary: The Friday after being visited by his estranged father, Tim’s eldest brother Dick delivers the two people who are going to be sharing his home for the unforeseeable future. However, Tim was not the only one kept in the dark until the last minute regarding this development.
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Title: Nobody Matters - Episode 2 - “Saigon Protocol”
Genre: General
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: DCU/Kingdom Hearts crossover
Pairings: ???
Word Count: ~2350
Summary: The rare calm of Gotham City is shattered as the shadows literally rise up to consume it. In the midst of the ensuing chaos, an alert is broadcast to a select group of individuals. What is the “SAIGON PROTOCOL” and why has it been activated?
(Missed the last chapter? Read “Episode 1 - Nobody Matters” here)
…because I’ve already got enough in progress to worry about, but I need to write it down or else I’ll forget.
Batman/Silent Hill crossover
Bruce returns from an international trip to find out that some of his “children” are missing. It started with a simple distress call investigation that Damian, Tim, and Stephanie went to check out in a town called Silent Hill. Now Bruce and Dick must head into Silent Hill to find out what happened.
Plot bunny tracks…
As the air raid sirens blared ominously, Dick noted that Tim and Steph were running as fast as their legs could carry them. It was actually hard to keep up with them.
It was as if they’re running for their very lives.
“Hurry!” Tim screamed back. “Before it gets dark! Run! Run!”
Only then did Dick notice the atmosphere. The mostly fog-ridden town was getting darker, but not in the normal way of dusk or nightfall. Suddenly, he noticed that their footsteps sounded different. Looking down at the ground, he’s horrified to find that the pavement they all were running on was transforming into rusty worn metal plates and grating.
At least, he hoped that the dark red stains on the metal were rust.
Stephanie was the first to reach the church, an old whitewashed wooden building that looked more frail than any other structure Dick had seen since arriving in Silent Hill. Its pale countenance stood out starkly against the darkening backdrop. She desperately clawed at the door, struggling to get it to move. Only when Tim joined her did their combined strength pry the entrance open. As soon as they could, the two of them practically dove inside, and once Dick was inside as well, Tim dragged the door shut with a resounding slam that seemed to rattle every stained glass window in the building.
Dick’s lungs burned as he struggled to catch his breath. While he stood there in the foyer, he looked around to take note of their surroundings.
Clearly this building was one that Tim and Steph, at least, had been using as some sort of makeshift safe house. Supplies such as medicine, food, water, and weapons were stockpiled among the pews, obviously scavenged from around the town. It confused Dick, though. From all appearances, it looked as if Tim and Steph had been collecting supplies over a week or two, when he was certain they’d only been missing for about twenty-four hours.
Then a sound from outside the church caught Dick’s attention.
Footsteps…
Heavy lumbering footsteps…
Scraping metal on metal…
Like someone dragging something heavy along the steel plated metal ground…
Dick turned towards the door.
“Don’t open it.”
He looked back to see that Steph and Tim had moved themselves deeper the church’s interior and had curled themselves up underneath the altar. Dick was honestly surprised that Steph’s desperate whisper had reached him from all the way over there.
It was the first good look Dick had gotten of the two of them since he’d found them. Their street clothes were ripped and torn in places. Their faces and hands were dirty as well. Their eyes were heavily shadowed, as if they hadn’t slept for days. They looked like terrified children who’d just woken up from a nightmare and were trying to hide from the monsters plaguing their dreams.
Tim shook his head. “Stay away from the door,” the young man whispered in a tone similar to Stephanie’s. “Please… Just stay away…”
Dick looked back at the door. He noticed an old fashioned keyhole. Against the whispered pleadings of the teenagers behind him, Dick knelt down and put his eye against the keyhole.
Beyond the tiny metal window to the world beyond the church, Dick caught the vague outline of a massive bear-like man dressed in a bloodied butcher’s apron. Where his head ought to have been, though, was a huge metal pyramid with no features… No eyes… No mouth… In his right hand, Dick swallowed hard as he caught sight of the massive butcher’s knife nearly as big as he was, dragging along the ground and leaving a thin trail of blood in its wake.
Suddenly, the pyramid-headed man stopped.
Its head jerked around to Stare. Right. At. Dick.
Dick barely leapt back from the door in time as the massive butcher’s knife skewered the door. As the sound of Tim and Steph terrified screams filled his ears, Dick felt his heart leap to his throat at the sight of the tip of the blood-streaked blade, which had stopped just inches from his head.
Within the church, the blade of the knife began smoldering. Slowly it was retracted. When the knife had completely vacated the building, the gaping hole it left behind disappeared, as if nothing had pierced the door in the first place.
The only evidence left behind that anything had even happened was the uncontrollable tremble that wracked Dick’s whole body and the frightened sobs of Tim and Stephanie at his back.
Batman/American Vampire crossover
Tam Fox has the misfortune of falling into a trap set by the League of Assassins and ends up being killed by Ra’s al Ghul as punishment/a message for Red Robin. However, unfortunately for the League, the trap they spring happens in the view of a dark fellow named Skinner Sweet. Out of a morbid sense of humor and desire to stir up a new brand of chaos in Gotham City, Skinner revives woman as a very unusual breed of vampire… A vampire who has no weakness against sunlight, holy artifacts, wooden stakes, or silver…
Plot bunny tracks…
Tim glared daggers at Ra’s on his computer screen. “You’re lying!” he growled.
Ra’s smirked. “Do you think I would make a joke regarding something like this? I warned you there would be consequences to your actions against me and my organization, Timothy.”
The young man’s blue eyes were filling with tears, but he stubbornly refused to let them fall. “It’s not true. I just saw Tam a few hours ago. If you’ve hurt one hair on her head, I swear—”
The old man on the computer screen chuckled darkly. “I saw to her end myself, Detective,” he sneered. “With my own blade.”
“Liar!”
As a murderous rage whelled up deep within Tim, the sound of the door to his command center opening startled him. Immediately thinking that it was one of the League’s assassins come to attack him while he was off-guard, the young man pulled several throwing disks from his belt.
“Tim?”
The disks fell to the floor with small clatters. Relief flooded his system as a familiar silhouette filled the doorway. “Tam!”
She smiled ruefully. “Sorry about startling you. Can’t blame anyone but yourself, though, ninja-boy. You did give me a key, after all.”
“No…” Ra’s voice of disbelief was a mere whisper that Tim ignored as Tamara Fox walked towards him. “You’re dead… I— I killed you myself…”
“Are you alright, Tam?” Tim asked as he gathered the dark skinned beauty in his arms.
She laughed softly as he looked her over anxiously from head to toe. “I’m just fine Tim.” As Tim hugged her close, Tam looked over his shoulder and fixed a hard stare full of deadly promises on Ra’s al Ghul, her normally brown eyes glowing gold in the computer screen’s flickering light.
“I’ve never felt better.”
Title: Birds of a Feather - Part 1
Genre: Humor
Rating: PG
Fandom: Batman/Red Robin
Pairing: Tim Drake/Tam Fox
Summary: Tam’s been stressed like crazy for finals, so Tim tries to be nice and gets her a present to cheer her up.
Long story short… He fails… Epically… And gets his tail feathers chewed out in the process because of it. Naturally, he turns to Dick for help, who is some help. Not a lot of help, mind you, but some.
At least he makes a fairly decent human shield…
Title: Mockingbirds & Butterflies - Chapter 1
Genre: General/Drama/Family
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: ???
Word Count: 5837
Summary: Seven years have passed since Timothy Drake retired his uniform and left the world of bats and crime-fighting far behind. It’s taken that long to rebuild his life. Now, things are finally at a point where he feels comfortable in his own skin again. All his hard work is starting to pay off. However, one day is all it takes to turn things upside-down.
ATTENTION: Before reading this story, please read the short story, “Innocence Lost.” The tale below takes place seven years afterwards.
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Title: Nobody Matters - Episode 1 - “Not Prepared”
Genre: General
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: DCU/Kingdom Hearts crossover
Pairing: ???
Word Count: 1569
Summary: It started in Los Angeles, California. The Teen Titans, led by Red Robin and Wonder Girl, were summoned to fight a mysterious new alien threat. However, they were not prepared for what they faced.
No one was…
Title: Innocence Lost
Genre: Angst/Grief
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: DCU (pre-reboot Red Robin/Batman)
Pairing: none
Word Count: 1000
Summary: In Red Robin 25, Tim Drake life and virtue were saved by Cassandra Cain. What if his life had been saved, but nothing else instead? What happens twelve months after the fact?
Warnings: Possible triggers for mention of rape and surrendering a child for adoption
Rabid plot bunnies are such a hassle to deal with sometimes…
I need to work on my story Blade of Misfortune and finish it’s outline. It’s one of those stories where I feel like I need to outline it from start to finish before I start fleshing out the actual chapters.
However, my imagination has also been taken over by two new story concepts.
The first is an idea for an original story, which is something I haven’t indulged in for quite some time. This would combine dinosaurs and humans in a steampunk-esque world. Right now I’m firmly in the world-building phase of things, trying to figure out things like location, history, and key characters who aren’t the protagonist or antagonist just yet. It’s a rather trippy vision and I’m really looking forward to writing a full story in this world.
The second is an idea for another crossover fan fiction story. This one would cross the DC universe (pre-reboot) with the Kingdom Hearts world. This story is one that the plot bunnies are voraciously gnawing on. I don’t have a solid plot line to speak of for this story. What I do have are a number of separate scenes that float in and out of my imagination as I work at my day job.
The first scene involves Tim Drake/Red Robin being the first “casualty” of an invasion of Heartless on the United States west coast. His heart is stolen and while that is turned into a Heartless, his body and soul are turned into a Nobody, both of whom end up working for Xenahort, the main villain orchestrating the invasion on Earth.
The second scene involves the final hours of Earth’s heroes before the Darkness overwhelm it. Leon and his allies reach Earth, and Batman manages to arrange for their youngest survivors to escape with them to Hollow Bastion. This consists of a group of his surviving children and several Teen Titans. The elders stay behind to keep the Heartless at bay to allow them to escape on Leon’s ship.
The third involves fast-forwarding a year later where Earth’s survivors are living, working, and fighting from Hollow Bastion, striving to defeat the Heartless and their leader so they can bring their world and friends back. Several of them have the potential to become Keyblade masters.
At my desk here at the office I have a 3-subject notebook that is literally filled with all sorts of notes and outlines regarding all of these stories. I’ll have one page filled with nothing but stuff on Blade of Misfortune, and then the page right opposite of it will be filled with stuff on dinosaurs and steampunk tech.
I love having all these ideas, but I hate not having the time to write it all down at once.
Does anyone know where I can pick up an extra set of hours I can add to every day?
Title: Ace in the Hole
Genre: Drama
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Batman
Pairing: none
Summary: Jason Todd, the Red Hood, stares down a target in the sights of his rifle at the request of an unexpected source. Nightwing shows up and attempts to stop him…
“Tired, Babybird?”
Author’s Notes
This drabble was inspired by a series of Tiny!Tim fanart pieces created by the incredibly talented kaciart. Though the images themselves are extremely adorable slice of life scenes mostly between Tim and Dick, as I looked over the lot of the images, I got to wondering about what might’ve happened to de-age Tim in the first place.
Hence the words written below.
Special note to Kaciart: I hope you like the story. I absolutely adore your artwork.
Title: « REWIND «
To everyone else in the Watchtower, the confirmation that Tim had been permanently changed was being treated like the absolute worst news in the world. Dick frowned deeply as he listened to the words that were tossed around between their friends.
“…Tragic…”
“…Horrible accident…”
“…Catastrophic…”
“…Poor Tim…”
The man behind Nightwing’s mask heard the words, and for the umpteenth time since he learned of his younger brother’s unfortunate transformation he felt a knot twist in the pit of his stomach. He pushed himself off of the wall he’d been leaning against and started walking away from the other Titans and League members gathered around Zatanna and Dr. Mid-Nite, who’d just finished giving their report on Tim’s condition.
“Dick? Where are you going?” Wally asked, catching the black and blue vigilante moving out of the corner of his eye.
“I’m going to take Tim home.” The tests Zatanna and Mid-Nite had conducted on his younger brother had exhausted the poor boy, so Dick had left him on a cot in the examination room so that he could get some sleep.
“But we need to figure out what we’re going to do next!” Connor said. “There’s got to be a way to fix whatever the hell it was Klarion did to him!”
“I already told you,” Zatanna cut in, a frustrated expression on her own face. “There’s nothing that can be done! His biological clock has been permanently rewound. Even if we could turn it forward again and return him to his original age, he’s already lost all his memories of the last thirteen—”
“I can’t accept that!” Cassie interrupted, her declaration joined by several affirmations from her fellow Titans. “There has to be a spell or some medicine—”
“Physically, there’s nothing wrong with him. Tim should be able to age normally from—”
“He wouldn’t just give up on—”
“There is no spell to reverse this! I’ve told you all—”
“We can’t do nothing—”
“WILL YOU ALL JUST SHUT UP?!”
Nightwing’s voice, taking a tone too similar to that of his mentor, rose sharply above the cacophony, bringing everyone to a startled silence. Only when all was finally quiet did he notice the sound of timid whimpering. A quick look around was all it took for Dick to locate the source of the pitiful noise, and the sight of the tiny boy huddled in the shadow of a nearby pillar was more than enough to break his heart. The others and their arguments were quickly set aside as he moved to where the boy was hiding.
“Timmy?” he murmured gently as he knelt down to be closer to the four-year old boy’s level. Dick’s chest tightened when the child flinched away from his outstretched hand, eyes squeezed tightly shut, and trembling with fear. Only then did he remember how much the uniform as a whole scared his little brother now. Kicking himself mentally, he removed his mask and squirreled it away in a compartment in his gauntlet. This time, when he reached out for Timothy, the boy didn’t draw back. “C’mon kiddo. It’s alright. It’s just me.”
Timidly, like a skittish fawn, a now four-year old Tim crawled on his hands and knees out of the shadows. He paused only once, round blue eyes telegraphing his anxiety as he glanced around the room. Then, as quickly as his legs could carry him, the boy pushed himself up and dashed for Dick, tackling him hard enough to rock the older man back slightly on his heels.
“I wanna go home!” Tim whined into Dick’s chest as he buried his face against the blue stripe of his brother’s uniform. “Please! I don’t wanna be here anymore!”
Dick gathered Tim up in his arms and cradled him close. His lips found their way to the crown of the boy’s head. “Whatever you want, Timmy,” he whispered into the child’s hair before rising to his own feet, his little brother still nestled in his strong arms. After giving the others one last warning look, daring any of them to try and stop him from leaving, he exited the conference room and made his way to the teleport tubes.
It had been an insanely difficult week for everyone involved. What had originally started off as a simple mission to go after Klarion the Witch Boy and stop the havok he’d been wreaking in New Orleans became anything but when a seventeen-year old Tim, as Red Robin, got blasted with a spell that stole exactly thirteen years from his life. Thirteen years worth of physical growth and thirteen years worth of memories were suddenly extinguished in the blink of an eye.
Interestingly enough, Tim had not been the original target of Klarion’s spell at the time when it happened.
The witch boy’s original target had been Damian, who’d been working with the Titans as Robin on the fateful day.
That first week, after they got Tim back home to Wayne Manor, had been utterly disastrous. The worst part was trying to explain to the now confused, scared little boy that he couldn’t go home to his mom and dad, no matter how much he begged and pleaded, that they were gone forever. They didn’t even bother to explain to the child about his connection to Bruce now. The first time the de-aged boy unknowingly met his adopted father was when the man was in his full Batman uniform and had just returned home after a difficult night on the streets of Gotham that was reflected both on his armor and in his demeanor.
Dick knew Bruce would never admit it aloud, but the terror-stricken look Timothy had given him that night cut his adopted father straight to the quick. In typical “Bruce” fashion, the older man dealt with it by trying to avoid the child as much as possible, in and out of uniform, much to his eldest son’s growing irritation.
Alfred helped when and where he could. Thank God for that wonderful old man! Damian even did what he was asked with only the barest modicum of half-hearted snark towards his former bitter rival. Mostly likely, it was due to the fact that he knew he owed his once-elder/now-younger brother a debt he might never be able to repay. However, when all was said and done, it was Dick who truly cared the most for Tim.
He was the one who comforted him when the nightmares woke him in the middle of the night…
He was the one who held him as he sobbed broken-heartedly, grieving for the mom and dad he would never see again…
He was the only one who could coax even the barest hint of a smile out of the boy when things seemed to finally be settling down.
“So there’s nothing they can do to fix him?” Bruce asked after Dick had put Tim to bed. The brothers had returned to Wayne Manor barely an hour ago, and the younger one had been utterly exhausted by the trip.
“Zatanna and Dr. Mid-Nite did everything they could. They’re convinced that Tim’s condition is permanent, though of course his friends have other ideas.”
“And what do you think?”
Dick looked towards the stairwell that led up to the bedrooms. “I think I just want to make sure that Tim’s going to be alright, no matter how old he is right now.” He looked up at Bruce. “Tim really needs you right now. You’re still his father, even if he doesn’t know it yet.”
Bruce looked down into his coffee. “I don’t know—”
His eldest son’s eyes went wide in disbelief, the narrowed in anger. “Don’t know?! How can you say that?!”
“Tim is terrified of me,” Bruce said with a trace of sadness. “Even when I’m out of uniform. And I don’t have the slightest clue about how to handle someone as young as him.” He sighed. “I don’t know if I’m the right person he really needs in his life right now to help get him through all of this.”
“Then who do you think is the right one?”
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