DCU Fanfic: Come Out To Play
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shinyglorchanTitle: Come Out To Play
Fandom: DCU
Character(s): Jason Todd, Bernard Dowd, Tim Drake.
Pairing(s): Jason/Bernard
Word Count: 1005
Genre: general/drama
Rating: PG-13/T
Notes: Crack pairing is cracky? First ever Jason/Bernard fic, I think. (Yay for a random minor Robin character) If I write more, there may be a Jason/Bernard/Tim triangle or threesome. Jason plays stalker, but he isn't nearly effective a Tim is at it. Bernard introduces himself as Tim fumes.
Link: N/A
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Hiding in the shadows during the day was a difficult feat, but usually, any bat could pull it off, especially if the day was turning into night soon. Usually. “You new around here?”
Jason held back a snarl, but gave the blond boy a withering look, looking away from his target. “Not really,” he answered before glancing back, noticing Tim was gone, so he growled. “Will you fuck off, kid?”
The boy looked affronted, not that Jason cared, but it was hard to find Tim again if this blondie would not leave him alone. “No, you've intrigued me, oh so angry one,” he stated lightly, following Jason's gaze to where Tim was. “You know Tim Drake, I wager.”
Jason turned to the kid again, eyebrow raised. “Who?” he asked innocently.
The blond rolled his eyes. “I'd give up, if I were you. If our Timothy doesn't want to be found, he won't be,” the kid said before grinning and offering a handshake. “Though, I'm here. Bernard Dowd.”
Jason looked down at the proffered hand then looked back at Bernard's face before snorting. “Sorry, kid, not into jailbait.”
Bernard frowned before glaring. “I'm eighteen, for your information, but really, how can you talk? You don't look more than a year older than me.”
That was true, but not the point. “Out of your league, kid,” Jason answered, still scanning for Tim; last thing he needed was the baby bird getting the jump on him.
“You're quite full of yourself, aren't you?” Bernard said with scoff.
“I think that's what we call the pot calling the kettle black,” Tim's voice spoke up from behind Jason, making Bernard jump and Jason scowl.
“Timothy, sneaking up on people and eavesdropping,” Bernard started. “That's what we call rude in polite society.”
“Good thing there's no polite society here,” Tim said back, glaring at Jason. “Get out of here.”
Jason smirked, tilting his chin up. “Who are you to tell me what to do, baby bird? Free country, you know. I can stand wherever I like.”
“Jason,” Tim growled, before coughing remembering Bernard was witnessing this. “Don't you have somewhere else to be?”
“No, not really,” Jason said casually, an idea forming in his head as he draped an arm around Bernard's shoulder. “I was thinking of hanging out with your friend Bernard here.”
Tim scowled while Bernard grinned. Bernard understood there was something here he was missing, but if it got a guy like Jason draped on him, who was he to argue? “If your friend-”
“-he's not my friend-”
“-Jason here feels like sticking around, I for one, don't mind,” Bernard finished, inwardly cheering the fact that this was the first time he had ever seen Tim actually angry. “Do you mind, Tim?”
The sound of Tim's teeth gritting a bit is almost audible. “Fine, but I'm coming along,” Tim conceded, though it was obvious he was still working away out of this situation.
Jason clucked his tongue, pulling Bernard closer to him. “Tsk, tsk, Timmy. It's bad manners to invite yourself on someone else's date,” he chastised, obviously having too much fun with Tim's discomfort. “If you want the sordid details later, you'll just have to ask Bernard. I'm not one to kiss and tell.”
Bernard grinned at Tim with a wave as he pulled Jason down the sidewalk. “Neither am I. See you tomorrow, Timothy!” Bernard announced as he walked away with Jason.
Tim frowned, before moving into the shadows, ready to follow as they turned the corner. Once around the corner, Jason moved away from Bernard with a rough push. Bernard was no idiot; he knew he was being used to get Tim's attention about something, not that he knew what. Well, if he was going to be used, he was going to damn well enjoy it.
“Obviously, this date is all a ruse to piss off Tim. I haven't the faintest clue what you're up to, but if you're going to use me to make Tim angry, I might as well get something out of it, don't you think?” Bernard suggested as Jason grinned a bit.
“Other than bad taste in friends, I think we'd have some fun together,” Jason stated as he pushed Bernard against the wall of a darkening alleyway. “Since you are friends with him, all you get is this.”
Jason pressed his lips hard against Bernard's, and Bernard kissed back with just as much fervor. Teeth clinked before tongues clashed, moving against each other. They pulled apart, both panting a bit before an R shuriken whizzed between them. Bernard pressed back against the wall as Jason jumped back, glaring angrily at Robin who was perched above them.
“Oh, Robin's come to play,” Jason said smoothly pulled out his guns before glancing at Bernard. “This may get a bit messy. Run along.”
Bernard could take a hint, but he was still curious as he backed away towards the exit of the alley as Robin swooped down from his perch, knocking the gun from Jason's hand. Jason slipped out a knife and made a quick move, slicing off Robin's utility belt and kicking away from where Robin could reach.
Once out of the alley, Bernard still continued to watch the two fight, since fight seemed evenly match, though Robin was smaller. They fought hand to hand, and it was one of the most amazing thing he had ever seen, until Jason gave a swift kick that sent Robin flying into him.
Bernard fell back, Robin on top of him. He saw Robin's eyes widen a fraction before jumping back into the fray. “Leave, now,” Robin growled in voice that sounded like it promised hurt as he tackled Jason.
Though Bernard rather not have listened, he lived in Gotham long enough that it was always good to listen when vigilantes told you to clear out. Maybe when he got far enough away he could out a few things. Like who was Jason, to Tim and to Robin, and why did Robin seem so familiar?
Fandom: DCU
Character(s): Jason Todd, Bernard Dowd, Tim Drake.
Pairing(s): Jason/Bernard
Word Count: 1005
Genre: general/drama
Rating: PG-13/T
Notes: Crack pairing is cracky? First ever Jason/Bernard fic, I think. (Yay for a random minor Robin character) If I write more, there may be a Jason/Bernard/Tim triangle or threesome. Jason plays stalker, but he isn't nearly effective a Tim is at it. Bernard introduces himself as Tim fumes.
Link: N/A
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Hiding in the shadows during the day was a difficult feat, but usually, any bat could pull it off, especially if the day was turning into night soon. Usually. “You new around here?”
Jason held back a snarl, but gave the blond boy a withering look, looking away from his target. “Not really,” he answered before glancing back, noticing Tim was gone, so he growled. “Will you fuck off, kid?”
The boy looked affronted, not that Jason cared, but it was hard to find Tim again if this blondie would not leave him alone. “No, you've intrigued me, oh so angry one,” he stated lightly, following Jason's gaze to where Tim was. “You know Tim Drake, I wager.”
Jason turned to the kid again, eyebrow raised. “Who?” he asked innocently.
The blond rolled his eyes. “I'd give up, if I were you. If our Timothy doesn't want to be found, he won't be,” the kid said before grinning and offering a handshake. “Though, I'm here. Bernard Dowd.”
Jason looked down at the proffered hand then looked back at Bernard's face before snorting. “Sorry, kid, not into jailbait.”
Bernard frowned before glaring. “I'm eighteen, for your information, but really, how can you talk? You don't look more than a year older than me.”
That was true, but not the point. “Out of your league, kid,” Jason answered, still scanning for Tim; last thing he needed was the baby bird getting the jump on him.
“You're quite full of yourself, aren't you?” Bernard said with scoff.
“I think that's what we call the pot calling the kettle black,” Tim's voice spoke up from behind Jason, making Bernard jump and Jason scowl.
“Timothy, sneaking up on people and eavesdropping,” Bernard started. “That's what we call rude in polite society.”
“Good thing there's no polite society here,” Tim said back, glaring at Jason. “Get out of here.”
Jason smirked, tilting his chin up. “Who are you to tell me what to do, baby bird? Free country, you know. I can stand wherever I like.”
“Jason,” Tim growled, before coughing remembering Bernard was witnessing this. “Don't you have somewhere else to be?”
“No, not really,” Jason said casually, an idea forming in his head as he draped an arm around Bernard's shoulder. “I was thinking of hanging out with your friend Bernard here.”
Tim scowled while Bernard grinned. Bernard understood there was something here he was missing, but if it got a guy like Jason draped on him, who was he to argue? “If your friend-”
“-he's not my friend-”
“-Jason here feels like sticking around, I for one, don't mind,” Bernard finished, inwardly cheering the fact that this was the first time he had ever seen Tim actually angry. “Do you mind, Tim?”
The sound of Tim's teeth gritting a bit is almost audible. “Fine, but I'm coming along,” Tim conceded, though it was obvious he was still working away out of this situation.
Jason clucked his tongue, pulling Bernard closer to him. “Tsk, tsk, Timmy. It's bad manners to invite yourself on someone else's date,” he chastised, obviously having too much fun with Tim's discomfort. “If you want the sordid details later, you'll just have to ask Bernard. I'm not one to kiss and tell.”
Bernard grinned at Tim with a wave as he pulled Jason down the sidewalk. “Neither am I. See you tomorrow, Timothy!” Bernard announced as he walked away with Jason.
Tim frowned, before moving into the shadows, ready to follow as they turned the corner. Once around the corner, Jason moved away from Bernard with a rough push. Bernard was no idiot; he knew he was being used to get Tim's attention about something, not that he knew what. Well, if he was going to be used, he was going to damn well enjoy it.
“Obviously, this date is all a ruse to piss off Tim. I haven't the faintest clue what you're up to, but if you're going to use me to make Tim angry, I might as well get something out of it, don't you think?” Bernard suggested as Jason grinned a bit.
“Other than bad taste in friends, I think we'd have some fun together,” Jason stated as he pushed Bernard against the wall of a darkening alleyway. “Since you are friends with him, all you get is this.”
Jason pressed his lips hard against Bernard's, and Bernard kissed back with just as much fervor. Teeth clinked before tongues clashed, moving against each other. They pulled apart, both panting a bit before an R shuriken whizzed between them. Bernard pressed back against the wall as Jason jumped back, glaring angrily at Robin who was perched above them.
“Oh, Robin's come to play,” Jason said smoothly pulled out his guns before glancing at Bernard. “This may get a bit messy. Run along.”
Bernard could take a hint, but he was still curious as he backed away towards the exit of the alley as Robin swooped down from his perch, knocking the gun from Jason's hand. Jason slipped out a knife and made a quick move, slicing off Robin's utility belt and kicking away from where Robin could reach.
Once out of the alley, Bernard still continued to watch the two fight, since fight seemed evenly match, though Robin was smaller. They fought hand to hand, and it was one of the most amazing thing he had ever seen, until Jason gave a swift kick that sent Robin flying into him.
Bernard fell back, Robin on top of him. He saw Robin's eyes widen a fraction before jumping back into the fray. “Leave, now,” Robin growled in voice that sounded like it promised hurt as he tackled Jason.
Though Bernard rather not have listened, he lived in Gotham long enough that it was always good to listen when vigilantes told you to clear out. Maybe when he got far enough away he could out a few things. Like who was Jason, to Tim and to Robin, and why did Robin seem so familiar?
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Date: 2009-01-01 09:18 pm (UTC)Great work!
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Date: 2009-01-01 11:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-01 09:53 pm (UTC)The story is lovely as it is, but it intrigues me with it's possibilities and leaves me wanting more!
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Date: 2009-01-01 11:26 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-01-01 11:28 pm (UTC)I'm glad Tim and Jason were in character (I love my Robins <3). Thanks for reading! ^-^
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Date: 2009-01-02 03:46 am (UTC)More please.
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Date: 2009-01-02 04:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-02 02:19 pm (UTC)Do you have any information on Bernard? I tried looking him up on wikipedia but got nothing.
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Date: 2009-01-02 05:53 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-02-09 12:53 am (UTC)