“DIDJA SEE THAT, DANNY?!” Tim, a scrawny eleven year old now, excitedly smacked Danny’s arm.
“Ow. Yes, yes I did.”
“Oh, gosh, I have to tell Jazz about this!!” The kid waved his arms about wildly, grinning from ear to ear.
“Jaso- I mean, Robin, smiled at me! And said he liked my t-shirt!! Oh my god, he likes literature puns, he even laughed! And then he punched the bad guy in the face! Look! I even saved the tooth!”
“Okayyy, nope!” Danny plucked the tooth and tossed it, ignoring Tim’s betrayed face. “I’ll trade you that for this.”
Danny Held out a piece of paper with Robin’s and Batman’s sigil on it, from when he asked them to sign it after they “saved” the two brothers from the two-bit thugs trying to mug them.
“Oh. My. God. This is like the best day of my life!! I love you, Danny! You’re the best brother ever!! Oh my god! I have to get Nightwing’s signature!!!”
Danny felt a rush of warmth at Tim’s proclamation of affection. Ah, he should probably step in.
“Hey, wait, no, we’re not going to Blüdhaven for you to stalk another vigilante.”
“It’s not just any old vigilante-!” Tim ignored Danny’s dramatic clutching-pearls gesture of mock hurt. “It’s Nightwing. The original Robin! He gave me my first ever hug!”
Danny paused. God dammit.
“…Fine.”
“YESSSSSS!!!!”
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Danny-
“I’m gonna be Robin whether you want me to or not!”
-is so damn tired.
“Tim. I’m literally a vigilante ghost. What makes you think I’d be stupid enough to argue with a kid who runs around Gotham at night to take pictures of other vigilantes?”
Tim deflated. “Oh. Honestly, I thought you’d put up more of a fight…”
Jazz laughed and ruffled Tim’s hair. “I definitely couldn’t stop Danny when he went out. He trusted me to support him and I trusted him to come to me if he was injured, though. Can you promise me that, Tim?”
“Yeah… okay, Jazz, I promise.” Tim promised, even if he was still pouty.
Danny chimed in.
“Oh, don’t get me wrong, I’m totally worried and I’m gonna hover like a mother hen when you go out, but again, I know how stubborn and crazy we vigilante types have to be.” Danny paused. “Do you want me to put up a token protest?”
Tim nodded, sulking. “Yes, please. I had a speech planned out.”
Jazz and Danny exchanged amused glances.
“Oh, okay, my bad, kiddo. Here, let’s start from the top.”
“Okay. Ahem,” Tim straightened his back, settling into his previous mulish expression once more. “I’m gonna be Robin whether you want me to or not!”
Danny placed an appropriately disapproving frown on his face. “No, you can’t! It’s dangerous! You could get hurt! You’re just a child!”
Tim launched into his speech. “But I can’t stay still and do nothing when people are getting hurt! Even…!”
They were gonna be here for a while. There was definitely something about Batman going on a spiral because Jason wouldn’t be able to walk again after the Joker got to him. Danny wondered if ectoplasm could help. He might offer, if it actually had a change of getting Tim out of the vigilante business.
But that’s for later, because they had time. Jazz was on Spring Break… and they’re still staying here for free, after all of these years.
“So, how are you going to convince Robin to let you be Robin?” Jazz asked Tim.
Tim froze. “I… hadn’t thought of that yet.”
“Well, you could always remind him of the fact that we saved him from the Joker. He seemed pretty ready to leave the Robin mantle, the last time I saw him as Phantom.”
“I don’t want to blackmail him into it!” Tim whined.
“It’ll just be a suggestion, Tim.” Jazz smiled patiently.
“Besides,” Danny continued, smirking mischievously at his adopted little brother. “If you were actually blackmailing him, you’d pull out the photos where he ate dirt.”
“I guess that’s true…” Tim mumbled. “I know! I’ll have to follow them to see how I can best approach him!”
"I think that's called stalking," Jazz deadpanned.
"Well, it's not any worse than what he's already done." Danny shrugged at his older sister. "Sure, kid. Why not? Do whatever you want."
"I was planning to!" Tim bounced off to grab his photography gear. Jazz stared off after him.
"Should we be encouraging that?"
"More like can we actually stop him?" Danny leaned back, lazily completing his GED assignments. Jazz sighed.
"Guess not. Make sure he doesn't get in trouble."
"Do you even know how hard that is, Jazz?" Danny complained, dodging the whack Jazz sent at the back of his head. She smirked at him.
"Womp, womp, Danny. How does karma taste today?"
Danny flipped her off as he put the last punctuation on the paper. He heard a clatter and groaned.
“I’m gonna go watch Tim stalk Batman for the night. Want anything from the store?”
Jazz hummed. “Get me the specialty strawberry ice cream, from that one place?”
“The one that’s definitely a front for Falcone’s money laundering??”
“Yeah. They make good strawberry ice cream.”
“Sure.”
Danny went ghost and flew straight through the walls to catch Tim sneaking out by the scruff of his collar.
“No. Bad Tim.”
“Awww, come on Danny!”
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kai parker + lip ring
have you guys taken a close look at his face and even thought about how hot he'd look with a lip ring? because i have, and i have some thoughts
tw: some nsfw
word count: ~400
as a big follower of the 90s era grunge / rock genre, kai had always wanted a lip piercing
his dad would never allow it, so he gave himself one in the prison world
at first, it was mostly a novelty, but with time, it became more of a stim, so he never took it out
he liked running his tongue over his bottom lip, feeling how the cool metal contrasted his otherwise warm skin
he liked licking it, biting it, and teasing it as a past time
sometimes, he'd pull it too far and hurt himself, but he quickly learns he liked that, too
when he got to the modern world, he was shocked at the decrease in the grunge style, which was a major disappointment, but he didn't let that affect him
he had lived in the 90s for twenty years, and wasn't going to change for the modern day
and lucky for him, you liked that about him
soon, he learned, he liked you, too; an initial curiosity turned into a crush
plus, you were one of the only people that would actually listen to him instead of villainize him
and when you admitted how hot you think he looked with his lip ring, he knew, even more, it was never coming out
the first time you kissed him, blurring the line between friends and something else, you were both nervous
he had never kissed anyone before, and you had never kissed a boy with a lip ring - despite that being a secret thing you've always had
so, needless to say, it was an experience for you both
his lips were softer than you'd imagined; the ring was cool to the touch, sending a jolt down your spine
after realizing how much you enjoyed kissing each other, you started a steady relationship
your relationship is equally loving as it is sexual
and boy, especially with that little magic ring, is it sexual
all kai needs to do is look at you and run his tongue over his bottom lip, and you're kissing him the next second
you like to play with the ring almost as much as he does
and often leave his lower lip red and sore from your sucking and teasing
whenever this happens, he's completely unable to control his moans
they tumble out of his mouth hurriedly. his eyelids flutter in pleasure, and his hands dig in your hair for something to grab onto
you also love the feeling of his mouth on your tits; warm everywhere except that one cooler spot
your breasts are wet with the spit of your sex-drunk lover
his fingers are on your clit, driving you crazy in the best way
or, it's his mouth on your clit instead
he kisses down your stomach, then sticks his tongue out to tease between your folds
his hands grip your hips tightly, holding you in place, and contradicting the warmth of his mouth and the heat scorching your body, the cold metal rests on your skin, providing an unusual, yet heavenly sensation
he bites on your neck, your lips, your thighs, resulting in hickies, most of the time, but sometimes, small indents from his teeth
the longer his mouth works against your body, the more his ring adapts to the friction
it isn't cool to the touch anymore, but you can still feel the shape and outline of where it is, and that turns you on just as much as the difference in temperature
in summary, it drives you crazy; he drives you crazy
you are always teasing each other, always touching each other in some way
your friends don't understand it - not only how you're able to tolerate him, let alone love him
but in a quick couple of weeks, you realize you absolutely, completely love him
and it all started because you couldn't stop staring at his pretty pink lips, and that ring that adorns them
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