The one where...
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iesikaI write everything out longhand in notebooks before I type it. I have a huge, heavy box of notebooks in my closet which I dig through from time to time. I’m about to consign the two-notebooks ago book into the box, so I’m putting some stuff up here for posterity. The last notebook is…somewhere in my room. There are two mostly finished fics in it. I should probably find that. This notebook has two partial Tim-Meets-the-Arrows fics in it which won’t be posted here, because I’m going to try to do something with them. The bits posted here aren’t going anywhere, because they are crack. Or porn. Or sometimes both.
See, I have this problem with plot. I’m constantly making up premises in my head (which all start “The one where…” when I write them down). Lots of them don’t even make it to the notebook. For example, I am currently tossing around the one where someone at Kon’s school gets gay-bashed, and he joins the newly formed LGBT club to protect them/solve the crime, and gets hit on, and invents an out of town boyfriend who is sort of Tim. So when they all go to prom together as a form of protest, he begs Tim to pretend to be his date. (This one hasn’t hit paper yet. But it is developing a plot and may someday actually become a story, unlike these:)
The one where: Tim accidentally goes back in time and meets the first Titans (Robin, Wonder Girl, Speedy, Kid Flash and Aqualad, aka Dick, Donna, Roy, Wally, and Garth). They find him and his uniform suspicious, especially when he bolts, and even more so when he evades them. I want him to knock Dick flat, block, dodge and possibly catch arrows, then catch Donna’s lasso mid-toss, tuck and roll, and use it to trip Wally, sending him plowing into the ground at speed. It should be Garth that takes him down, because Tim has never trained with an Atlantean! Also, he will be mad and wet and lassoed.
Donna: “Who are you?”
Tim: “Robin.”
Donna: “What’s your /name/.”
Tim: “/Robin/.”
Roy: “That’s kind of impossible, man.”
Dick: *limps up, supporting Wally* “Who /trained/ you?”
Tim: “You.”
Dick: “/Me?/”
Tim: “Batman. Oracle. Alfred. Rahul Lama. Shen Chi. Clyde Rawlins. Shiva. Batgirl. Master of the –“
Wally: “Whoa, wait. When did /he/ train you?”
Tim: “Six years from now.”
Donna: “You’re a time traveler?”
Tim: “Yes.”
Dick: “Get that lasso off of him.”
And!
The one where: an unnamed police officer pulls Tim (in the Redbird) over for speeding on his way into Bludhaven.
Officer: "Your daddy know you're out this late?"
Tim: "Fuck you!"
Tim refuses to let the cop search the Redbird, and winds up handcuffed on the side of the road performing certain services so that he won't get run in and the cop won't call his dad. (the cop being Dick, btw - they are playing, though the Daddy line is meant to hit close to home, even though this would be well before Tim's dad dies)
And!
The one where: Tim (Who has just become Red Robin Tim in my head, which is even better than the original imagining) somehow goes back in time and meets young Bruce. Who is Matches Malone. And he does it as Jack Draper. They should have escapades which provide a history for Jack’s son Alvin. And sex. They should also have lots of sex.
They meet somewhere seedy. ‘Jack’ makes an impression by stopping some ass from beating his woman – he redirects the guy’s anger at him, offers the guy a free shot, dodges enough to be humiliating, and drops him with one punch.
Matches buys Jack a drink, and loudly agrees with him that everyone /knows/ hitting the girls is bad for business. He tries to introduce himself, but Jack interrupts:
Jack: “I know who you are.”
Matches: “Hey, here that Mike? I’m famous! What’s your name, kid?”
Jack: “Jack.”
Matches: “Jack who?”
Jack: “Just Jack, for now. I’ll tell you more somewhere quiet.”
Matches: “Ha! You hittin’ on me?”
Jack: “If that will get you alone.”
Matches: “You /gunnin’/ for me?”
Jack: “Nah. Don’t let my reticence spook you – we’ve already got some mutual friends.”
Matches: “Oh yeah?”
Jack: “Yeah. You know Bruce.
*silence*
Matches: “I know a couple’a Bruces.”
Jack: “I’m sure you do. Anyway, what I’ve got to tell you is between you, me, and Bruce. And Al, of course. Bruce and Al are tight. Tell each other everything.”
Matches: “Damn right they do.”
Jack: “Anyway, I’ve got a business proposition for you. I thought we might take a drive out to see Bruce and Al, see what they say about things.”
Matches: “Ain’t ya even gonna buy me a drink first?”
See, I have this problem with plot. I’m constantly making up premises in my head (which all start “The one where…” when I write them down). Lots of them don’t even make it to the notebook. For example, I am currently tossing around the one where someone at Kon’s school gets gay-bashed, and he joins the newly formed LGBT club to protect them/solve the crime, and gets hit on, and invents an out of town boyfriend who is sort of Tim. So when they all go to prom together as a form of protest, he begs Tim to pretend to be his date. (This one hasn’t hit paper yet. But it is developing a plot and may someday actually become a story, unlike these:)
The one where: Tim accidentally goes back in time and meets the first Titans (Robin, Wonder Girl, Speedy, Kid Flash and Aqualad, aka Dick, Donna, Roy, Wally, and Garth). They find him and his uniform suspicious, especially when he bolts, and even more so when he evades them. I want him to knock Dick flat, block, dodge and possibly catch arrows, then catch Donna’s lasso mid-toss, tuck and roll, and use it to trip Wally, sending him plowing into the ground at speed. It should be Garth that takes him down, because Tim has never trained with an Atlantean! Also, he will be mad and wet and lassoed.
Donna: “Who are you?”
Tim: “Robin.”
Donna: “What’s your /name/.”
Tim: “/Robin/.”
Roy: “That’s kind of impossible, man.”
Dick: *limps up, supporting Wally* “Who /trained/ you?”
Tim: “You.”
Dick: “/Me?/”
Tim: “Batman. Oracle. Alfred. Rahul Lama. Shen Chi. Clyde Rawlins. Shiva. Batgirl. Master of the –“
Wally: “Whoa, wait. When did /he/ train you?”
Tim: “Six years from now.”
Donna: “You’re a time traveler?”
Tim: “Yes.”
Dick: “Get that lasso off of him.”
And!
The one where: an unnamed police officer pulls Tim (in the Redbird) over for speeding on his way into Bludhaven.
Officer: "Your daddy know you're out this late?"
Tim: "Fuck you!"
Tim refuses to let the cop search the Redbird, and winds up handcuffed on the side of the road performing certain services so that he won't get run in and the cop won't call his dad. (the cop being Dick, btw - they are playing, though the Daddy line is meant to hit close to home, even though this would be well before Tim's dad dies)
And!
The one where: Tim (Who has just become Red Robin Tim in my head, which is even better than the original imagining) somehow goes back in time and meets young Bruce. Who is Matches Malone. And he does it as Jack Draper. They should have escapades which provide a history for Jack’s son Alvin. And sex. They should also have lots of sex.
They meet somewhere seedy. ‘Jack’ makes an impression by stopping some ass from beating his woman – he redirects the guy’s anger at him, offers the guy a free shot, dodges enough to be humiliating, and drops him with one punch.
Matches buys Jack a drink, and loudly agrees with him that everyone /knows/ hitting the girls is bad for business. He tries to introduce himself, but Jack interrupts:
Jack: “I know who you are.”
Matches: “Hey, here that Mike? I’m famous! What’s your name, kid?”
Jack: “Jack.”
Matches: “Jack who?”
Jack: “Just Jack, for now. I’ll tell you more somewhere quiet.”
Matches: “Ha! You hittin’ on me?”
Jack: “If that will get you alone.”
Matches: “You /gunnin’/ for me?”
Jack: “Nah. Don’t let my reticence spook you – we’ve already got some mutual friends.”
Matches: “Oh yeah?”
Jack: “Yeah. You know Bruce.
*silence*
Matches: “I know a couple’a Bruces.”
Jack: “I’m sure you do. Anyway, what I’ve got to tell you is between you, me, and Bruce. And Al, of course. Bruce and Al are tight. Tell each other everything.”
Matches: “Damn right they do.”
Jack: “Anyway, I’ve got a business proposition for you. I thought we might take a drive out to see Bruce and Al, see what they say about things.”
Matches: “Ain’t ya even gonna buy me a drink first?”
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Date: 2009-07-14 09:42 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-08-02 02:32 am (UTC)Also, if that Tim/Kon is your bigbang fic, well, colour me excited.
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Date: 2009-08-02 07:04 pm (UTC)Except for the Tim/Kon, which is in fact my big bang fic (about 20% complete. I'm kind of on hold until their books are released this month, so that I can make it fit canon better. Could send you want I have, though... Never hurts to have an extra cheerleader. ^_^
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Date: 2009-08-02 09:32 pm (UTC)The Tim/Kon is a great premise and should be quite interesting. Making them fir canon is a good idea too, I would probably be too lazy to try that. I'd love to read what you've done so far. You can hit me up at juzzycole@hotmail.com or faileneume@aol.com.
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Date: 2010-04-24 09:24 pm (UTC)