Unfinished future stories (+ babble)

I have drifted from Fishes. I want to finish it, I really do. Comics are now eating my brain, though. I've mostly finished the Dick/Harry thing (which in my head is called Tom, Dick, and Harry, but I really need a better title than that), but I am still waiting on a report from canonistas as to whether my egyptology curator can in fact make a cameo. Babs is in it, and Alfred. And there is Threat of Zatanna or Dr. Fate, because Batman does, indeed, know how to ask for help. Sometimes.

As for what I'm not writing (not really, outlining and dialog, that's not writing, right?):

The thing where Robin (Tim) makes a brief jaunt to an AU where Robin Never Was (and thus everyone is dead). And kidnaps himself. And maybe there is crazy bondage/stockholm identity porn in the dark of the abandoned batcave, and Robin is facinated by all the places the scars are not, and Tim is facinated by the scars and the muscles and threatening crazy persona. Maybe.

The thing where Booster meets Tim while visiting Babs, and they *ahem* bond. Because their love is so breakingthelawsofnatureforonemoremomentwiththemantheylove. (No, really. They would be creepily perfect together. I can just see Tim making Booster take him back to Cadmus to steal specs and DNA samples. Tim was Ted's fanboy. There's been talk (all the way up the ladder to Chuck Dixon, actually) of what a great Beetle Tim would make, if he weren't a Bat.)

And it's just hit me that I have not babbled here about Identity Porn OR Boostle. Shame on me.

( You want to know about Identity Porn. I know you do. Also, there are funny pictures behind the cut. )

ETA: I was cooking dinner and it hit me really hard that I want to do a fic where Booster goes back in time just to talk to Ted before he dies. Like, visits baby Ted, and small child Ted, and teenager Ted, and so on. Spies, maybe, until young adult Ted catches him. Ted who's never met him, and Booster's in civies and 20 years older than he will be when Ted officially meets him. And they talk. Mostly I want the talk. I wouldn't mind a smooch. God, I'd break my own heart, attempting that one.