First of all, I want to really apologize for the severe lack of posts or replies. I really am very sorry! There is no excuse!
A lot of the requests I have are batfamily centric and I’m still really bitter and angry over the relaunch because I don’t like it all. I try to write the characters in my stories to behave like they do in comic books but it kinds of hard since some of the characters don’t even exist anymore?
I’m going to try to go through some old comics from a couple years ago to get some inspiration going. So please bear with me
I don’t blame any of you for unfollowing, although I guess if you unfollowed this then you probably aren’t seeing this message.
I’ll try to get some stories posted soon.
Happy Reading :)
Running low on requests…
Let’s keep them coming!
He Certainly Does Need Some Help
Another story for the great Meeya87
Summary: Kon has to find out what to do about his new…situation. Baby!Tim story
Better late than never, right?
Kon flew as fast as he could. He felt like he has never moved so fast in his life; and yet for all his superpowers and all his speed, the world around him seemed to be going in slow motion…and he wasn’t moving fast enough.
Tim didn’t scream when the blast hit him…of course not, that’s not like him. But the sharp, fragile thud of a human body against cement and debris was unmistakably him. Kon turned just in time to watch a tower of shrapnel, bricks, and rubble fall on top of Red Robin.
He didn’t bother to use his x-ray vision, he could hear Tim’s heartbeat. It was suddenly very faint but there…and it was enough for Kon.
He used all his strength to throw the trash off Tim, trying to reassure himself, “Come on Robin, you have to be okay…”
Don’t Forget You Asked
Rating: G? PG? (how does one ‘rate’?)
Cheloneh: Little!Damian asking Little!Colin to marry him when he grows up
Sorry I had to repost this, I have no idea what happened. I don’t know how to coexist with technology.
“Why must adults be so stupid?”
Colin stared at Damian who was glaring at the elaborate gardens of Wayne Manor. Even from their distance they could hear muffled conversation, a woman’s uncontrollable laughter and man’s deep chuckling. Bruce and Selina were enjoying a picnic nearby while Alfred watched the two young boys play outside.
I have no idea what happened to the story “Don’t Forget You Asked” but I’ll be reposting it later. Sorry.
Happy Birthday, Bruce
Summary: Birthday’s for Bruce can’t be easy when his kids get together
anon: Happy Birthday, Bruce. Sorry about the mess the kids made.
This probably should have been done yesterday (it was Bruce’s birthday yesterday, right?). The request was kind of vague but okay, I tried.
He froze as it slid down the back of his neck, leaving an uncomfortably sticky trail; it was dripping and falling from his hair and down the back of his shirt. Slowly, he ran his hand up to the top of his head and tried to scrape some of the substance off his thick, and now slightly damp, black locks. He glared down at the offending white substance that now coated his fingers.
It’s Valentine’s Day, idiot
For all the followers that stuck with this blog even though nothing was being posted.
Please don’t hate me
Who knew Tim was such a romantic guy?
Kon certainly didn’t, not even when he got the small heart shaped note that said “My apartment, 10 pm. Be on time.”
Tim didn’t do things like holidays or anniversaries or flowers or heart shaped notes. In fact, Kon was so used to Tim’s shy style of aloof bat-romance that he just suspected that perhaps he borrowed the heart-shaped paper from Dick (Kon figured Dick would have something like that on him) and just wanted to go over a new case with him.
But, no. Kon was wrong. Actually, this is the most wrong he’s probably ever been in his entire life…but he was not complaining.
I spelled ‘you’re’ instead of ‘your’ on that last stories title.
I cannot even begin to express my embarrassment.
But I fixed it :)
Because somehow your boyfriend is now a baby
For the awesome Meeya87
Summary: Tim has to deal with a baby Kon but refuses to get help from Bruce
“Oh my god.” Tim stared at the toddler that was practically swimming the massive black shirt. “Oh. My. God.”
The big blue eyes stared at the former boy wonder, it’s face expressionless.
Tim paced a little around the room, wringing his hands and racking his brain.
Come on, Drake, get it together. This isn’t a big deal; No! You’ve dealt with way worse situations than this! Come one, now, and use that big brain of yours to figure out a way to fix this.
He stopped in his tracks to stare at the child sitting on the floor.
It’s only a de-aged version of your boyfriend. No problem!
The request box is open!
There are two stories set to be released for tomorrow and I opened the request box (as promised)
Happy reading :)