Happy February!

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How to link:

[a href="http://comment-fic.livejournal.com/449155.html?thread=70682755#t70682755">MCU, Tony Stark/Pepper Potts, She's wearing daisy dukes and one of his button-down shirts.[/a]
(change the brackets to "<" and ">" respectively)

or:

http://comment-fic.livejournal.com/139897.html?thread=30155641#t30155641
Burn Notice, Sam/Michael/Fi, "It's always been you. And it's always gonna be you."

Have a great Sunday!

Comments

Re: Request

[quitehopeless.livejournal.com]

A/N: To be honest, I don't know where this goes or if it should go anywhere, but here is... something.

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“Mr. Grayson, your ten o'clock is here.”

Dick reached for his coffee, wondering how far he would have fallen in Bruce's eyes if he used anything stronger to get through his day. He hurt like hell after a bad night as Batman followed by a worse night as Nightwing, and the last thing he wanted was to be in Bruce's office trying to make sense of Wayne Enterprises. Even with Lucius Fox to help him, Dick knew he wasn't making much progress with the business. Bruce had put on a helpless playboy act and concealed his brain, but that wasn't Dick, and everyone already knew that.

He had been too smart for his own good as a child, and now he was paying for it.

“Show him in,” Dick said, trying to remember the secretary's name. He'd met her after he returned, and everything since Bruce died had been in a sort of fog that Dick wasn't sure had lifted. He knew others would tell him he needed time to grieve, but he did not have that time. Not now. Not with Gotham in disarray, Jason still injured, and Bruce dead.

“Mr. Grayson?”

Dick frowned, looking down at his calendar. “Okay, kid. I think someone's playing a joke on me, and really, this is a terrible time for it. I'm supposed to meet with—”

“Jack Drake. I know. He's my father, and he let me come in his place. Well, that's not entirely true. I didn't tell him I was making the appointment for him, so he doesn't know I came in his place, but I had to—”

Dick rose. “I don't know what you think you're doing, but it's not happening. I don't have time for this. If you're not Jack Drake and not here about the Wayne Foundation, we have nothing to discuss. I should be—”

“With the Teen Titans?”

Dick forced a smile as he shook his head. “Amusing, but just because I inherited a billion dollar empire and all that comes with it does not make me one of them. I'm not really a teenager—”

“Just Nightwing. And Batman.”

How the hell—Never mind. Dick didn't care. This kid could not know who he was. This was a joke or a test, but it wasn't real. “You're funny, kid, but I'm not. And you are going, even if I have to call security—”

“Only three people on earth could do a quadruple flip. You, your mom, and your dad. They're dead,” Drake—if that was the kid's name said—and Dick tried not to react again. “I know you can do it because I was there that night. I saw you do it and I saw them fall. And then... Then I saw Robin do it. I know you were Robin. I know you became Nightwing. Because I knew you were Robin, I knew Bruce Wayne was Batman. And I know that he's dead and you've become Batman, that you're still carrying on with Nightwing so that no one knows and—”

“And you have a lot of stories and no proof and we are done with this. If you spread that accusation anywhere else, I will take legal—”

“I have pictures. Of Robin. And Nightwing. And Batman. I have pictures of you in costume doing that quadruple flip. I know it's you. And I know what happened to Batman. To Bruce,” the kid insisted. “I know Jason got hurt. He almost died when Bruce did. You need help. You can't keep doing this on your own.”

Dick snorted. “Batman operated for years on his own. He doesn't need anyone's help. I am not Batman, and if you repeat any of this out of this room—”

“Please,” the kid said, holding a photo up to Dick's face, one of his parents and him and some kid, and it was all Dick could do to keep from shoving the boy away from him. “Let me help.”

Re: Request

[likewinning.livejournal.com]

Oh my god Dick. Like on the one hand THIS POOR BABY TRYING TO DO ALL THESE THINGS AT ONCE but also jeez, settle down, pumpkin, STOP BEING SO MEAN TO TIM. >> Ugh I love Tim Drake and this is why. Because he would absolutely try to step in and help like this, bless him. Thanks for this!

Re: Request

[quitehopeless.livejournal.com]

Yeah, he is trying to do too much. And it does make him too grumpy and defensive. I think he'd be a bit terrified of anyone figuring out he was Nightwing and Batman and not see the offer Tim was making for what it is.

But at least Tim is awesome enough to make the offer despite Dick being a bit of a jerk to him.

You're welcome. I'm glad you liked it. :)