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Writing update
Story: Untitled Gotham-needs-a-Batgirl thing
Words added: 5087
Words total: 5087 (complete draft)
The uniform never feels better -- more *right* -- than when --
Well, when it shouldn't. For one reason or --
It's always the one reason, if he's going to be honest with himself.
The fact of the matter is, it was never supposed to be this *easy*. The greys and blues of the uniform were, of course, as well suited as anything to moving *subtly* through the Gotham night, but the golds --
The *yellows* --
His *wig* --
He is not supposed to be subtle, or watchful, or quiet, or any of the things which had always seemed so necessary to who he *was*. And while there is only one person about whom Tim is absolutely *sure* -- in terms of knowing the truth behind his careful, nightly camouflage...
The fact remains -- he's *good* at this. The heels are actually *easier* to move in at a run, a dancing skip that leads perfectly -- always perfectly -- into a kick. The cowl -- and the contact lenses -- hide everything important about his upper face, his lower is --
It's the only point of exposure. It *has* to be --
It's the *uniform* and even the *mission* --
It feels breathless to laugh like this as he runs for the bike, as he -- he's playing tag with Robin, *again*, and -- he's going to lose. Batgirl will.
The heels *will* catch if he's not careful, and it isn't -- none of this is *enough* of a game to justify that risk.
Robin has no such limitations, and it --
It's never easier to *be* this than when Robin catches him by the shoulder. Punching him too hard would mean unnecessary damage to his knuckles, for all that the gauntlets are far more armored than they used to be.
Robin's tunic is more armored, too.
And so the punch is as much of the tease as his smile, as the lipstick smeared across Robin's mouth -- he's won this, he's earned this.
The bike is trying to trip him, and Robin isn't especially -- Robin is never very *helpful* about things like this -- which is all the more reason (for certain values) to turn the kiss into a bite --
Even though Robin would've probably reacted differently to that if he wasn't Jason Todd --
"*Jesus*, *yes* --"
Still, the laughing shove is just right, too -- Batgirl knows what to do with an amorous Robin --
"Oh, God, come *on* --"
-- though he's reasonably sure Barbara had had to cross her arms over her chest, cock her hip, and raise *this* sort of eyebrow far less often.
It makes Robin -- Jason -- snort. And -- "God, sometimes you're just *like* her," he says.
Which is exactly as it should be, even though it *does* make Jason back off, makes Robin gesture with mocking solicitude toward Tim's bike just as if he *hadn't* been trying to bend him over it --
Even though Tim's back to feeling a little -- a *little* -- wrong again.
Jason wasn't trying to bend *him* over at all.
*
An attempt to turn a novella-length bunny into a short story, because the porn-prompt called for Babs/Tim and crossdressing-for-justice (among other things that I FAILED TO GET IN UTTERLY), and the bunny was *right there*. How it all works... well, I'll have fresh eyes in the morning.
Story: Untitled Gotham-needs-a-Batgirl thing
Words added: 5087
Words total: 5087 (complete draft)
The uniform never feels better -- more *right* -- than when --
Well, when it shouldn't. For one reason or --
It's always the one reason, if he's going to be honest with himself.
The fact of the matter is, it was never supposed to be this *easy*. The greys and blues of the uniform were, of course, as well suited as anything to moving *subtly* through the Gotham night, but the golds --
The *yellows* --
His *wig* --
He is not supposed to be subtle, or watchful, or quiet, or any of the things which had always seemed so necessary to who he *was*. And while there is only one person about whom Tim is absolutely *sure* -- in terms of knowing the truth behind his careful, nightly camouflage...
The fact remains -- he's *good* at this. The heels are actually *easier* to move in at a run, a dancing skip that leads perfectly -- always perfectly -- into a kick. The cowl -- and the contact lenses -- hide everything important about his upper face, his lower is --
It's the only point of exposure. It *has* to be --
It's the *uniform* and even the *mission* --
It feels breathless to laugh like this as he runs for the bike, as he -- he's playing tag with Robin, *again*, and -- he's going to lose. Batgirl will.
The heels *will* catch if he's not careful, and it isn't -- none of this is *enough* of a game to justify that risk.
Robin has no such limitations, and it --
It's never easier to *be* this than when Robin catches him by the shoulder. Punching him too hard would mean unnecessary damage to his knuckles, for all that the gauntlets are far more armored than they used to be.
Robin's tunic is more armored, too.
And so the punch is as much of the tease as his smile, as the lipstick smeared across Robin's mouth -- he's won this, he's earned this.
The bike is trying to trip him, and Robin isn't especially -- Robin is never very *helpful* about things like this -- which is all the more reason (for certain values) to turn the kiss into a bite --
Even though Robin would've probably reacted differently to that if he wasn't Jason Todd --
"*Jesus*, *yes* --"
Still, the laughing shove is just right, too -- Batgirl knows what to do with an amorous Robin --
"Oh, God, come *on* --"
-- though he's reasonably sure Barbara had had to cross her arms over her chest, cock her hip, and raise *this* sort of eyebrow far less often.
It makes Robin -- Jason -- snort. And -- "God, sometimes you're just *like* her," he says.
Which is exactly as it should be, even though it *does* make Jason back off, makes Robin gesture with mocking solicitude toward Tim's bike just as if he *hadn't* been trying to bend him over it --
Even though Tim's back to feeling a little -- a *little* -- wrong again.
Jason wasn't trying to bend *him* over at all.
*
An attempt to turn a novella-length bunny into a short story, because the porn-prompt called for Babs/Tim and crossdressing-for-justice (among other things that I FAILED TO GET IN UTTERLY), and the bunny was *right there*. How it all works... well, I'll have fresh eyes in the morning.