I'm pulling an all nighter, tonight, and right now I'm taking a little break from the big bang (I'm between scenes). As I'm also using tonight to swap over fic-notebooks (I have eight pages left in my current one, which is also now missing it's back cover), it seemed like a good time to play with my favorite meme!
The Work-In-Progress Meme: Post a line or two of all the stories you currently have in progress, without any notes or identifying information.
(there's two in here from Close to Home, because it is so giant)
He turns to follow her gaze and - yes, Dick does indeed look healthy. He's also unnaturally still for a boy who usually can't stop moving - though he keeps trying to pull Clark's shirt down far enough to cover his briefs.
He crossed the room to peek up the stairwell to the landing, where Tim was all wrapped up and tiny-looking in Kon's fuzzy bathrobe, his arms crossed over his chest and a disapproving frown on his face. "Have a nice nap?" Kon asked, cheerfully, and the frown deepened.
"Where are my clothes?" Tim growled.
"Tim!" Steph shouted, cupping her breasts in her hands and lifting, pressing them together, "Boobies!"
"I like birdwatching," Cassie blurts to shut him up, ignoring her mom's puzzled look and Tim's glare as she leans across the table and helps herself to some more mashed potatoes. "You know... bats, birds...I've heard this area has some interesting nocturnal specimines."
"Um," she said, as she shut the door behind them, "Would you like something to drink? Or eat, or - oh, do you eat?"
"Yes, ma'am," Kon said, smiling.
Robin is dressed like a civilian, nice but casual, but he's still got his mask on, and Ollie's pretty sure from the way he's walking that he's got body armor under his sweater and jeans. "Hello, Mr. Queen," the kid says, oh so polite and casual.
"Oh, hell," Ollie says, and backs into the hall. "Get in here before the neighbors see you."