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Title: Dream of Things That Never Were
Pairing: Tim/Steph
Summary: [livejournal.com profile] kirax2 asked me why no one writes the fic where Steph kept the baby. This is not that fic; it's an answer to that question.
Rated: Angst (PGish)
Words: 450

Sometimes dreams don't come true )

Big thanks to [livejournal.com profile] kirax2 for the inspiration and the beta.
iesika: (brothers)
I am home safe, and Granny is stable and under care, though not out of the woods, and *distressingly* depressed. She was ready to stop taking all of her meds, on Thursday when mom and my aunt had to talk her into going to the hospital (she didn't want to go and it took hours to convince her). Stopping her meds would be suicide, and almost certainly guarantee a stroke and a painful death. We could get her to perk up temporarily and she was reasonably alert and engaged and quick with the snappy comebacks, and she flirted mercilessly with a married man (a good friend of hers - this is par for the course with Granny) but we know she's not herself because she didn't attempt to adopt her young and attractive male hospitalist (though he was a fan of the wrong college sports team, so maybe that was it).

Anyway, home for now. There's not much I can do. I wanted to stay at least one more day, but I wasn't driving. Mom is home too and will go back up on Tuesday - I have two aunts, two uncles, and a cousin on duty, and three tiny cousins (her great grandchildren) on cheer up rotation. We're really really hoping that once the drugs we think are making her depressed are out of her system she will recover. In addition to that, she's got fluid build-up *everywhere*, especially her legs and heart, and an infection in one lung.

Probably this is all TMI, I don't know. I just didn't feel like repeating myself in chat a bunch, and now I can point people here. ^_^; 

I distracted myself this morning by writing. Here is the result:

Tim/Kon ficlet )
iesika: (Default)
Title: Waiting Up
Rating: G
Wordcount: 364
Summary: Even before he was Robin, Alfred couldn't keep him out of the cave. For [livejournal.com profile] shiny_glor_chan's blanket meme.

Waiting Up )
iesika: (present)
Title: Five Tims That Weren't
Rating/Warnings: character death, otherwise nothing explicit
Summary: This is a collection of five AUs which divert from Tim's canon history when he's about nine or ten. Some are happier than others.

HAPPY GRADUATION, JUSTINE!


1. That Boy Needs Therapy )



2. Partners In Crime )



3. Planidium Doesn't Have The Same Ring To It )



4. It's Always The Quiet Ones )



5. The Intended Effect )


Note: Partners in Crime is now part of a series called Kings Among Runaways, by myself and [livejournal.com profile] kirax2, and kirax2 also wrote an AMAZING sequel to It's Always the Quiet Ones called Sentence. It is short and bitter and will BLOW YOUR MIND.
iesika: (all star)

Please don't ask how, but this was somehow inspired by RöYKSOPP's Tricky Tricky. No, really, I said don't ask, because I don't get it either, but somehow, I heard it on the radio and this story, like, APPEARED MAGICALLY IN MY BRAIN.

Title: A Speedster, an Archer, and a Space Cop Walk Into a Bar...
Characters: Hal, Barry, and Ollie
Summary: Is it just me, or are the Robins getting progressively crazier as the years go by?
Continuity: Right before Blackest Night, I guess? Assume spoilers for Bat-things up to the current. I'm probably all confused about who met which Robins when, but nevermind that.
a speedster, an archer, and a space cop walk into a bar... )
iesika: (hardcore)
I've been without computer access for most of the week (also, there was DRAMA with a lost notebook, but I've got it back, now), so I'm catching up tonight. I have several things to type up, and a few dozen comments and messages to reply to, so please don't feel like I've been ignoring you if you haven't heard from me. I've got a whole actual to-do list, while I've got internet access, tonight. We'll start with a ficlet.


Title: Hug Ficlet
Characters: Kon, Dick, Damian
Summary: Batman doesn't usually hug people.
Continuity is current, so spoilers apply.

Notes: For [info]shananagin, who felt this needed to be written, because she is awesome and pimped my now comm. Also, because this will be paved over by new canon on Wednesday (is anyone else as jittery about this month's new comics as I am? No, I don't think so, because they're not central to your Big Bang fic), so this is my chance to write it how I want to see it.

 

FLYINGTACKLEHUG behind the cut )

 

Once he'd let Aunt Martha know he was back, Kon didn't need to stop and think about where to go next. He didn't have a clue where Cassie might be living, but Tim would be in Gotham. Tim would know where Cassie and the others were. He could help fill Kon in before they headed to the Tower on Friday.

Except when he got to Gotham, the Cave was empty. There were sheets over all the cases and equipment, all covered in a thin splattering of bat-shit. No one was in the house, but at least it looked lived in - the dishwasher was running and there was a light on in an upstairs bathroom. Kon determined all this through the roof, of course. He wasn't stupid. As fond as Tim was of booby-traps, Batman had to be worse.

Well, okay. It was getting late. They were probably out fighting crime. Maybe the butler dude had the night off for a hot date. Even old guys needed lovin'. He'd found Tim by ear once before, and that had been back before the vision powers had really kicked in. He could do it again, no problemo. Or if all else failed, he could fly around the city until one of the Bats found him.

Which was exactly how it happened. He'd stopped downtown to get his bearings, traffic flowing far below like a river, when a flash of movement had caught his eye. It turned out to be Batman, beckoning him from a ledge across the street. When Kon was still about five yards away, Batman detached himself from the wall and leapt straight at him. By the time Kon even thought about dodging, Batman slammed into him and threw his arms tight around Kon's back in what could only possibly be described as a bear-hug.

Batman was hugging him, dangling five-hundred feet over the streets of Gotham. His legs locked around Kon's, and Kon supported most of his weight instinctively, even as he dropped about twenty feet in sheer surprise.

"I had to contact Clark," Batman said in his ear, only that wasn't Batman's voice. "I had to be sure. Oh my God, you're really alive!"

"Dick?" Kon asked. He felt a little like he was still in freefall.

"Yeah. God, I saw you die."

"It's cool, now," Kon said. "See, I'm all better." He patted Dick gently on the shoulder, because that was what you did with hysterical people, assuming they weren't actively trying to kill you.

"You are behaving like a woman," said a sneering - and rather young-sounding - voice from the side of the building. When Kon looked up over Dick's shoulder, a kid in red and grey was peering over the ledge at them.

Dick - Kon couldn't call him 'Batman,' even in his head - sighed without turning around. "I told you to go back to base," he said.

"Who the hell is that?" Kon asked. "Where's Robin?"

"I am Robin," the kid said, imperiously.

"No way," Kon growled. He set Dick down on the ledge and backed up a few feet. "Where's Tim?"

Dick hung his head. "I don't know," he said quietly.

"What?"

"I said I don't know," Dick said a little louder. He didn't look up, so Kon bobbed downward, but Dick evaded his eyes.

"What," Kon asked, bewildered. "You lost him?"

"The little whiner ran away."

"Robin," Dick said, warningly.

"Ran away?" Kon echoed.

"Oh look at me," the kid whined in a sing-song voice that sounded nothing at all like Tim. "Oh, poor me! My daddy never loved me! Oh, my girlfriend is a lying whore! Oh, my poor dead boyfr-"

One punch sent the little snot flying. Kon caught him about ten feet off the ground and left him, white-faced and shaking, on top of a sheltered bus stop.

A few seconds later, Kon was crouched on a gargoyle next to Dick. "We've got to talk, man," he said.

Dick nodded and pulled back the cowl.

END

iesika: (YJ)

While I'm posting unposted fic.... This one's timestamped December 10th.

This was supposed to be one of three Variations on a Theme. That theme?  Tim Gets Naked. Kon gets a shock. I'm not sure now whether I'm going to write the rest. There are other things demanding my attention. But I liked this, and I even had it typed and formatted, believe it or not, so I decided to post-spam my flist today. I've got two notebooks here full of unfinished little things, and I'm about to start with the megaposting.

This is a Young Justice fic, which means the kids are young, and there is nudity, but it is very innocent. Set...um...around the time the team moves into the old resort? -ish? It's very silly and kind of lame, but I really, really like Bart in this, so I'm posting it anyway. I need an I <3 Impulse icon.
 

Storyish thing here )

 

 

iesika: (dork)
I wrote these a while back but never typed up and posted. [livejournal.com profile] darthanne  requested Nightwing, and this was handy. Ha ha! I can be both lazy and quick-on-the-draw!

These were for a meme I saw somewhere. Here is how it works – I picked a pairing (Dick/Tim) and put my playlist on random shuffle. For the duration of each song, and only for the duration of each song, I wrote something for that pairing. When the song was over, I moved on to the next one. (Except I’m slow and I cheated, and I listened to each song twice).  Those who know me well will be unsurprised that in a random shuffle of all the music I own, half the songs that came up were shanties.



Love and Marriage )

This I tell you brother,
You can't have one without the other.


*


Space is the Place )


And just because you kiss your brother
it doesn’t mean to say you’re gay
cuz even when you’re fucking him it doesn’t mean you don’t love me



*


The Derelict )


The mate was fixed by the bos'n's pike,
The bos'n brained with a marlinspike,
And Cookey's throat was marked belike
It had been gripped by fingers ten;
And there they lay, All good dead men
Like break-o'-day in a boozing-ken--
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!


*

Itches in Me Britches (Best Dick song EVAH) )

Well when I was only six months old, the girls would handle me
They'd clutch me to their bosoms and they'd bounce me on their knee
They would rock me in the cradle and if I made a row
They'd tickle me, they'd cuddle me, I wish they'd do it now



iesika: (jailbait)
I was dreadfully, dreadfully inspired by the How Tim Lost His Virginity challenge. I wrote one Tim/Bernard fic, because I’d been tossing that particular bunny around for a while, and I wanted to write more. Because I love Tim. But it took this form, because I am contrary, and because I have never seen another character spend so much time and effort getting out of potential sexual encounters. I started listing instances in my head, and found even more as I went, and made some up, and the thing snowballed until…well, you’ll see.

(posted without a proper beta, and currently without italics because between Word's unnecessary markup and LJ's crazy formatting issues, they were deleted. I'll fix that when I haven't been staring at a computer for six hours.) ETA: fixed! And I always feel like I use too much italics, but I discovered in editing this that the actual canon dialogue uses way more emphasis than the rest of this. Also, after this one, I give up. All my italics are going to look like /this/ in eljay from now on.

ETA AGAIN: I added four more snippits to this post for the sake of completeness. They were hovering in limbo as their own little post, disconnected from the rest, but I'm collecting all my stuff on one page and thought I might as well fix that problem now. Also, I changed the Cissie bit because I was never quite happy with how it came out. The original version of that one is still down in the comments.


Story behind the cut )

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Title: Peek Not Through a Keyhole
Author: [personal profile] iesika  
Summary: Five Times Bernard Dowd Did Not Eavesdrop on Tim Drake. Sort of.
Continuity/Spoilers: After Robin: Unmasked, through War Games. Dick’s presence is handwavy, because apparently he has the superpower of being in three places at once. If the writers can do it, so can I.
Warnings: Kon is a potty mouth. Bernard has a dirty mind.
Length: 3,000 words

In which Tim is uncharacteristically unobservant. Blame it on stress. Poor woobie. This started as a silly little five things fic about innuendo and Bernard’s dirty little mind, but then it decided to get serious on me. Title comes from Salem's Lot. This gets the new Wire Cage Monkeys icon, because Tim is a Wire Cage Monkey.

 

Peek Not Through a Keyhole

Peek behind the cut instead )

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