Many Things Were Like Sleep & Fortress of Paradise

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Claim: DC Comics, Tim Drake
Title: Many Things Were Like Sleep
Author: SomeInstant(someinstant)
Characters: Tim Drake, Dick Grayson, Bernard Dowd
Prompt: 29. Weapons
Rating: Teen
Length: Short (3000 words)
Brief summary: As Robin, Tim has access to countless amounts of high-tech weaponry. His most elaborate arsenal, however, can be found in his own head. Lies, secrets, plans, and calculations are all tools he uses with deadly precision, and keeps carefully concealed behind his mask -- which is not always the one he wears as Robin.

Tim shakes his head. “It’s not worth risking botulism, Bernard. I vote vending machine.”

"Or you could just give me half of your sandwich."

Tim raises his eyebrow. “And why would I do that?"

"Because I want it,” Bernard offers simply. “And because I’ll buy you something at the coffee shop later to make up for it.” His hand is inching towards the sandwich. “C’mon, Drake,” he leers, “I’ll make it worth your while."

He’s not, actually, being dense. Bernard *does* want the sandwich. And he will, Tim is sure, offer to pay for coffee sometime this week. He is also sure that Bernard would like to make it worth his while.

Tim isn’t used to dealing with this much honesty, however feebly veiled. But it’s a good working model.

Link to the story: Many Things Were Like Sleep

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Claim: DC Comics, Tim Drake
Title: Fortress of Paradise
Author: Mael (maelithil)
Characters: Tim Drake, Kon-El, Clark Kent, Dick Grayson
Prompt: 42. Holiday
Rating: Adult
Length: Medium (5000 words)
Brief summary: Tim visits Kon in Smallville for Christmas. This story is amazingly sweet and relatively light, considering it's set after Identity Crisis and War Games. The boys exchange gifts, and then unwrap the best presents of all.

Nightwing wipes hot chocolate off his nose, and Kon’s sure that’s a secret technique from the Bat-Bible Of Handy Quirks To Appear *Just* Like A Normal Boy, pocket edition. Tim doing the same sets it in stone, because there’s no way that was a coincidence. Or maybe it’s just bat-code for “I’m bored, let’s leave this bunch of losers and go beat up some madmen.”

Tim’s eyes say Kon’s just being paranoid and that chocolate accidents happen. It could be a distraction though, so Kon’s not lowering his guard just yet.

Link to the story: Fortress of Paradise