Friday Free-For-All

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Heya, folks, seasons greetings and all that crap. It be Friday, so we get some room to play today! The sky is the limit, as it were, except for a few rules we need to just remind y'all about:


NO spoilers in prompts for at least one week after airing. Also, if your response contains spoilers, please warn for them and leave at least 3 empty lines before starting your fic.

Also, to make sure everyone gets a chance to prompt... no more than five prompts in a row, no more than 3 per fandom. You can always come back and prompt more after yours have been answered.

Please remember to be kind to you code monkeys (who work hard at a job that is time consuming) and code your prompts properly (fandom, pairing, prompt).

Examples:

Numb3rs, Colby/Charlie, The first time Colby called him "Professor"

Criminal Minds/Leverage, Reid/Eliot, "It's getting hot in here..."

Don't see anything that whets your appetite? Check out our lonely prompts archive here on delicious for some amazing ideas that just haven't been given homes yet.

Also, gird your loins, because next week is the start of yet another Quarterly Year Challenge, where we give you no prompts but instead offer lovely prizes to get you to write some of the prompts piling up in our archives.

Ready? Prompt!

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[reginalibintia.livejournal.com]

"You can't just come back here, and be a creature of the night, Babs," he said, brushing a strand of hair out of her eyes. She smiled at him, at the softness of the gesture even if it wasn't his skin brushing against her forehead, but the kevlar enforced gloves.

"You're one to talk, Bats," she replied.

"And you know what I mean. Don't come back here to just be Oracle. Don't come back to just mentor and hide away. I know you don't have the girls, but you can still live."

"And what makes you think I'm not?" she asked, even as she turned back to the glowing screen of the computer, her eyes doing a quick scan.

"Want to go on a date?"

"With you? Ew, gross," she replied, still watching the computers, but now there was the tiniest smile on her lips. She felt his hands rest on her shoulders, and she relaxed almost instantly.

"I'm just worried about you."

"And I'm worried about you, but the difference here is that I don't make assumptions. I know you feel like the world is crushing down on you. I know you feel you have to prove yourself to Damian, to me, to Alfred, to Tim, and I know you think even Bruce is still around watching and judging. I know that's why you are darker than I ever wanted to see. But, I'll tell you something, Mr Detective, I've been out and about. I've been doing things. I even got a job."

"What?"

"Shocked," she asked, turning around, "angry Babs stops feeling sorry for herself and decides to contribute to society."

"That's not what I meant," he snapped, and she reached a hand out to him, which he took.

"I was teasing, Dick," she replied, placing a kiss on the back of that hand, "and this is why you need to relax. Trust me. I work in the University."

Suddenly, a slightly evil grin spread across his lips, "So that means I have to call you Professor Gordon?"

She snorted with laughter and shook her head.

"But...it'll help me relax," he said in a smoother, more insistent tone, and she grinned.

"Well, Mr Grayson, if that's the case," she said as she dragged him to the bedroom, "I think we need to discuss your performance in class."

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Oh, dear! You keep writing those amazing little fics that make me want to read more :)

I just love your Dick and Babs! I want to hug them and keep them together for ever!

Thank you for writing this for me! :D