HappyVerse fic: And He Missed, 2
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sylph_ficsTitle: And He Missed, 2
Cowriter:
Characters: Most of the combined clans, references to most others, and a guest star some may or may not be pleased to see.
Rating: R, profanity
Word Count: 1,733
Continuity: The HappyVerse. All fic gathered here. Part 1 here.
Disclaimer: DC Comics makes the money, people
Notes: It's official... HappyVerse is our refuge from the meaner things in comics--and our one-stop fix-it shop.
Summary: Working towards the end of a very long day.
Mia flipped through the channels, then sighed and rolled over on the bed so she could throw the remote to Kon. "It still sucks we got left here. And all those calls...I could kill whoever passed my number around to soothe worries about Arrow and Canary with Bruce and Dinah's stunt in the papers."
"I'm about ready to help," Kon agreed, bur shook his head. "I dunno. I don't wanna be in that mess."
"Why can't they just admit they're doing it?" Mia sighed. "Makes about as much sense as...As Vic and his two."
"That still freaks me," Kon said with a shrug. "I mean, we all knew it was Vic-and-Gar, but then it was Gar-and-Raven, and now it's the three of them... And you know why. Too many ID messes. Stupid damn things. And I actually meant that I'm glad we're not on that mission."
Mia stopped and thought about it. "Yeah, you're right. Wonder just what was so damned important though."
"Deathstroke."
"What?!" Mia sat bolt upright on the bed, staring at him. "Oh shit Kon, that's bad."
"You're telling me? They had to go get him out of some government lab. 'Wing filled us in."
"That's worse than I thought then...thought they had to go against him. If they're rescuing his psychopathic ass, there's going to be fireworks when everyone gets back," she told Kon.
Kon tilted his head. "Whaddya know that I don't? I mean, sure, anything with him's bad, but.."
"Do you know how many times Roy's cussed that man out just since I've known them?" Mia shook her head. "Apparently, Dick and Slade are pretty thick...confusing-thick."
"NO way." Kon had nothing resembling a good opinion when it came to Deathstroke, and well.. Nightwing was Nightwing.
"Yeah...and rumor has it, from Connor at that, Dinah's got a history there too." Mia shook her head.
Kon winced. "Whoo, boy.... can we grab Tim and go hide in the pool while the rest of them hash things out?"
Yes!" Mia was all for that idea. "So are we going out for dinner, Kon, or staying in? 'Cause I'm not thinking about the grown ups anymore, not now that I know who the problem they went after is."
"Hmm." Kon reached out with his TTK and hauled the menu over. "Anything look good?"
Mia watched him and nodded. "A few things. I'm good with either choice."
Kon shrugged. "Might as well just take it easy and let Bruce pick up the tab..."
"True." Mia grinned at that and reached for the room phone to dial room service. "Find us something to watch, and I'll order for us," she said.
Kon started hunting, looking for something acceptable. "Hm. This work?" some random action movie with one of the latest celebs--he'd seen the picture on a teen mag Cissie'd left around.
"Sure...we can pick it apart," she agreed, then turned her attention to ordering for both of them. It was not much longer before the meal was delivered and the two of them were sitting against the head board, eating and watching the movie with rude comments here and there about the cheesy fighting.
Kon hadn't enjoyed this kind of thing this much since back in Young Justice, watching Wendy with Robin growling the whole time... Mia was funnier. But then, he knew a little more about it now. There was a marathon of them on, apparently, and that seemed to suit fine. He had most of the Mia-related gossip, so the movie was the topic of the moment.
They were well into the third one, the dishes out of the way, when both of them grew quieter, more worn out by jet lag and other activities than either had admitted.
Kon got up and got most of the lights, leaving the dresser lamp and the TV on as he settled back down... and slowly fell asleep.
Mia barely noticed he had, and thought about moving tot he other bed, but sleep caught her between that thought and the motivation to do so. She slowly shifted down in the bed in her sleep, gravitating to the warmth beside her. Sweet-smelling, nicely warm-soft body... Kon tugged her closer, never waking.
*****
Ollie came back to the main cabin sometime later, looking slightly more at ease...until Dinah walked back from having gone to the showers wearing her regular costume. He knew how much she preferred it, but he would have rather seen her more fully clothed. He did not complain when she did not go to her cabin again, staying in the main one with them to sleep off the rest of the flight.
Bruce was not much happier to see her in the fishnets with Slade in the immediate vicinity. Tim noticed, but he wasn't about to say a word--or react at all. He was way too distracted by worrying about Dick and Roy. Babs had suddenly stopped talking to him, vanishing completely for long moments, and had come back very, very composed. He could put two and two together and get four--and in this case four was a very bad thing.
Oracle was abiding by Roy's demand for privacy, but it was difficult for her. She wanted Dick happy as much as Tim did, for her own purely selfish reasons. If Dick were truly happy, full committed in a stable relationship, she would not have to ever feel guilty that she had taken herself out of his life so harshly. Robin was keeping her distracted as best he could for the rest of the flight back. Bruce was just keeping a careful eye on his lovers.
When Lady Blackhawk told them they would be landing, Roy and Dick emerged, with Slade, into the main cabin. Roy was completely at ease with Dick, though he still bristled at Slade when the man looked around at everyone. Dinah drew her long coat on, rubbing sleep out of her eyes after and stretching without truly being awake. Ollie immediately moved to her, stroking her hair as they sat together for landing.
Dick was just staying close to Roy, and to someone that knew his face he looked both very well pleased and like some pain had been settled. He looked over at Slade, nodding a hello, before he reassured Tim and settled down to wait out the landing, close to Roy.
Slade glanced quietly from Dick to Dinah, a smirk touching his lips at each of them before he evenly met Bruce's gaze. The look in his eye was one of inner amusement.
Dick rolled his eyes in frustration at Slade's capacity to annoy, while Bruce merely looked back at Slade coolly.
At touchdown, Dinah hung back at the hatch, having told Ollie she needed to speak with Zinda about their travel home toe the States later that week. This left her in the position of assisting each of them out of the hatch and not even sharp eyed Tim saw the piece of paper that went from her to Slade in leaving.
"You go your own way, and we go ours, now," Roy told the man that had been enemy, ally, and nuisance to his family of Titans for far too long.
Slade merely gave his trademark smirk and started walking, a single glance to Dick telling him he'd be in touch.
Dick sighed. "Passportless and cashless... who bets he still beats us back to the States?"
"I'm not sucker enough to take that," Tim replied. "Wish I'd gotten through to Kon or Mia..." He would have liked the flight back.
"They're probably too busy arguing with each other still over something about the Titans." The amused bickering between Mia and Kon had been entertaining to Roy on his trips to the tower.
Tim shot a sharp look at him, then nodded once. Kon'd mentioned that Mia was fun to argue with, not that he disagreed.
They took to the rooftops, taking a swift route back to the hotel, and down the building's side the few floors to slip in through Bruce's balcony.
"I'm going to book us a room," Dick told Roy as he moved towards the phone. "Not sharing with the kids."
"Good." Ollie and Bruce waited impatiently for everyone to clear out... and for their pretty bird to arrive. She was almost twenty minutes behind them, but Oracle had reassured Ollie that she had needed to talk to the woman as well, which was partly the reason for the delay.
The second the door shut behind a Tim who was intent on finding his best friends and Dick and Roy, who were headed to swap outfits and go down and finish talking to the hotel about such matters as payment, Ollie was being kissed by an intent Bat.
Ollie moaned into that, moving his hands over the Bat's sides, eager to give his lover as much pleasure as they could both stand. Bruce purred softly, hands working on the grey gi and underlying armor his lover still wore. He'd had enough of behaving for other's eyes for the next while.
Ollie cooperated by working Bruce out of his clothes, before pulling his lover toward the bed, falling back on it invitingly. Bruce followed, stretching out half-beside, half-over his mate, intent on the taste of his skin and the feel of him. Dinah could join in when she made it.
Ollie moaned and did his damnedest to content the Bat prowling just under Bruce's psyche, his hands and mouth busy enough that neither initially noticed when Dinah did slip in. She stayed across the room, watching, feasting on the way the two men moved, even as she pushed her own clothes off.
The Bat watched her from the corner of an eye, pleased that she came towards them so quickly, taking his mouth away from Ollie's upper chest to pull her down and kiss her.
She moaned and returned the kiss, hand tangling in his hair a long moment before she tore her mouth away and leaned down to claim the same thing from Ollie.
After that, the two men were both pleased to find her appetite leaning toward sharing Ollie with Bruce, to make up for a long separation. Ollie was not about to complain, either, when his Pretty Bird and his Bat took full charge of him. Nor was Bruce going to argue with that turn of events.
Cowriter:
Characters: Most of the combined clans, references to most others, and a guest star some may or may not be pleased to see.
Rating: R, profanity
Word Count: 1,733
Continuity: The HappyVerse. All fic gathered here. Part 1 here.
Disclaimer: DC Comics makes the money, people
Notes: It's official... HappyVerse is our refuge from the meaner things in comics--and our one-stop fix-it shop.
Summary: Working towards the end of a very long day.
Mia flipped through the channels, then sighed and rolled over on the bed so she could throw the remote to Kon. "It still sucks we got left here. And all those calls...I could kill whoever passed my number around to soothe worries about Arrow and Canary with Bruce and Dinah's stunt in the papers."
"I'm about ready to help," Kon agreed, bur shook his head. "I dunno. I don't wanna be in that mess."
"Why can't they just admit they're doing it?" Mia sighed. "Makes about as much sense as...As Vic and his two."
"That still freaks me," Kon said with a shrug. "I mean, we all knew it was Vic-and-Gar, but then it was Gar-and-Raven, and now it's the three of them... And you know why. Too many ID messes. Stupid damn things. And I actually meant that I'm glad we're not on that mission."
Mia stopped and thought about it. "Yeah, you're right. Wonder just what was so damned important though."
"Deathstroke."
"What?!" Mia sat bolt upright on the bed, staring at him. "Oh shit Kon, that's bad."
"You're telling me? They had to go get him out of some government lab. 'Wing filled us in."
"That's worse than I thought then...thought they had to go against him. If they're rescuing his psychopathic ass, there's going to be fireworks when everyone gets back," she told Kon.
Kon tilted his head. "Whaddya know that I don't? I mean, sure, anything with him's bad, but.."
"Do you know how many times Roy's cussed that man out just since I've known them?" Mia shook her head. "Apparently, Dick and Slade are pretty thick...confusing-thick."
"NO way." Kon had nothing resembling a good opinion when it came to Deathstroke, and well.. Nightwing was Nightwing.
"Yeah...and rumor has it, from Connor at that, Dinah's got a history there too." Mia shook her head.
Kon winced. "Whoo, boy.... can we grab Tim and go hide in the pool while the rest of them hash things out?"
Yes!" Mia was all for that idea. "So are we going out for dinner, Kon, or staying in? 'Cause I'm not thinking about the grown ups anymore, not now that I know who the problem they went after is."
"Hmm." Kon reached out with his TTK and hauled the menu over. "Anything look good?"
Mia watched him and nodded. "A few things. I'm good with either choice."
Kon shrugged. "Might as well just take it easy and let Bruce pick up the tab..."
"True." Mia grinned at that and reached for the room phone to dial room service. "Find us something to watch, and I'll order for us," she said.
Kon started hunting, looking for something acceptable. "Hm. This work?" some random action movie with one of the latest celebs--he'd seen the picture on a teen mag Cissie'd left around.
"Sure...we can pick it apart," she agreed, then turned her attention to ordering for both of them. It was not much longer before the meal was delivered and the two of them were sitting against the head board, eating and watching the movie with rude comments here and there about the cheesy fighting.
Kon hadn't enjoyed this kind of thing this much since back in Young Justice, watching Wendy with Robin growling the whole time... Mia was funnier. But then, he knew a little more about it now. There was a marathon of them on, apparently, and that seemed to suit fine. He had most of the Mia-related gossip, so the movie was the topic of the moment.
They were well into the third one, the dishes out of the way, when both of them grew quieter, more worn out by jet lag and other activities than either had admitted.
Kon got up and got most of the lights, leaving the dresser lamp and the TV on as he settled back down... and slowly fell asleep.
Mia barely noticed he had, and thought about moving tot he other bed, but sleep caught her between that thought and the motivation to do so. She slowly shifted down in the bed in her sleep, gravitating to the warmth beside her. Sweet-smelling, nicely warm-soft body... Kon tugged her closer, never waking.
*****
Ollie came back to the main cabin sometime later, looking slightly more at ease...until Dinah walked back from having gone to the showers wearing her regular costume. He knew how much she preferred it, but he would have rather seen her more fully clothed. He did not complain when she did not go to her cabin again, staying in the main one with them to sleep off the rest of the flight.
Bruce was not much happier to see her in the fishnets with Slade in the immediate vicinity. Tim noticed, but he wasn't about to say a word--or react at all. He was way too distracted by worrying about Dick and Roy. Babs had suddenly stopped talking to him, vanishing completely for long moments, and had come back very, very composed. He could put two and two together and get four--and in this case four was a very bad thing.
Oracle was abiding by Roy's demand for privacy, but it was difficult for her. She wanted Dick happy as much as Tim did, for her own purely selfish reasons. If Dick were truly happy, full committed in a stable relationship, she would not have to ever feel guilty that she had taken herself out of his life so harshly. Robin was keeping her distracted as best he could for the rest of the flight back. Bruce was just keeping a careful eye on his lovers.
When Lady Blackhawk told them they would be landing, Roy and Dick emerged, with Slade, into the main cabin. Roy was completely at ease with Dick, though he still bristled at Slade when the man looked around at everyone. Dinah drew her long coat on, rubbing sleep out of her eyes after and stretching without truly being awake. Ollie immediately moved to her, stroking her hair as they sat together for landing.
Dick was just staying close to Roy, and to someone that knew his face he looked both very well pleased and like some pain had been settled. He looked over at Slade, nodding a hello, before he reassured Tim and settled down to wait out the landing, close to Roy.
Slade glanced quietly from Dick to Dinah, a smirk touching his lips at each of them before he evenly met Bruce's gaze. The look in his eye was one of inner amusement.
Dick rolled his eyes in frustration at Slade's capacity to annoy, while Bruce merely looked back at Slade coolly.
At touchdown, Dinah hung back at the hatch, having told Ollie she needed to speak with Zinda about their travel home toe the States later that week. This left her in the position of assisting each of them out of the hatch and not even sharp eyed Tim saw the piece of paper that went from her to Slade in leaving.
"You go your own way, and we go ours, now," Roy told the man that had been enemy, ally, and nuisance to his family of Titans for far too long.
Slade merely gave his trademark smirk and started walking, a single glance to Dick telling him he'd be in touch.
Dick sighed. "Passportless and cashless... who bets he still beats us back to the States?"
"I'm not sucker enough to take that," Tim replied. "Wish I'd gotten through to Kon or Mia..." He would have liked the flight back.
"They're probably too busy arguing with each other still over something about the Titans." The amused bickering between Mia and Kon had been entertaining to Roy on his trips to the tower.
Tim shot a sharp look at him, then nodded once. Kon'd mentioned that Mia was fun to argue with, not that he disagreed.
They took to the rooftops, taking a swift route back to the hotel, and down the building's side the few floors to slip in through Bruce's balcony.
"I'm going to book us a room," Dick told Roy as he moved towards the phone. "Not sharing with the kids."
"Good." Ollie and Bruce waited impatiently for everyone to clear out... and for their pretty bird to arrive. She was almost twenty minutes behind them, but Oracle had reassured Ollie that she had needed to talk to the woman as well, which was partly the reason for the delay.
The second the door shut behind a Tim who was intent on finding his best friends and Dick and Roy, who were headed to swap outfits and go down and finish talking to the hotel about such matters as payment, Ollie was being kissed by an intent Bat.
Ollie moaned into that, moving his hands over the Bat's sides, eager to give his lover as much pleasure as they could both stand. Bruce purred softly, hands working on the grey gi and underlying armor his lover still wore. He'd had enough of behaving for other's eyes for the next while.
Ollie cooperated by working Bruce out of his clothes, before pulling his lover toward the bed, falling back on it invitingly. Bruce followed, stretching out half-beside, half-over his mate, intent on the taste of his skin and the feel of him. Dinah could join in when she made it.
Ollie moaned and did his damnedest to content the Bat prowling just under Bruce's psyche, his hands and mouth busy enough that neither initially noticed when Dinah did slip in. She stayed across the room, watching, feasting on the way the two men moved, even as she pushed her own clothes off.
The Bat watched her from the corner of an eye, pleased that she came towards them so quickly, taking his mouth away from Ollie's upper chest to pull her down and kiss her.
She moaned and returned the kiss, hand tangling in his hair a long moment before she tore her mouth away and leaned down to claim the same thing from Ollie.
After that, the two men were both pleased to find her appetite leaning toward sharing Ollie with Bruce, to make up for a long separation. Ollie was not about to complain, either, when his Pretty Bird and his Bat took full charge of him. Nor was Bruce going to argue with that turn of events.
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Date: 2006-12-08 02:10 pm (UTC)