Dum de dum... Batfic.
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buggeryHas anyone still not seen the DCU Random Pairing Generator that ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
liviapenn put together? This is the DANGEROUS crack, people.
Last night, while sane people (me and thee) were sleeping, Te and Livia played a game with the generator. And posted the crack-fuelled snippetry produced thereby.
Then they played some more.
And when I got up, and saw what they had wrought... well, what can I say? The crack fumes obviously got to me.
She knows the words to answer that, but putting them together would be complicated, and pointless. An answer isn't really expected, anyway, not in words.
Posture and gesture are so much more efficient. She can read all of what Huntress *means* in the way she stands, the cant of her hip and the set of her shoulders. She doesn't want her own stance to be as defensive as it is -- Huntress is the last person, besides Stephanie, who could sneer at Cassandra for not having the Batman's full leave and support. Not that Stephanie would, anyway. Stephanie is Cass's friend. Stephanie is *nice*.
Huntress is... Huntress is not nice.
She isn't a bad person, either, but... Her body warns, "Stay away!" even more than she intends it to.
"Must've made your year when he changed his mind, hunh?"
She knows why Barbara doesn't like Huntress. Now she thinks she's starting to understand it, too.
[time up]
Cassandra Cain / Helena Bertinelli
Pressing Upon Thy Heart
Jack strains his ears. Is that the central air vents ticking, or is Tim tapping out morse code on the walls?
Things have gone from bad to worse since Wayne bought the condo next to theirs. Tim acts like the good son, the obedient son, the loving and fully-deprogrammed son, and until Jack catches him tripping up he has to hold up his end of the bargain.
His fists clench at his sides.
There's a monster on the other side of the wall, threatening his family. He has to protect them. He's failed Tim too much. He has to protect Tim. Save him.
He gets out of bed.
Grabs the bat from under the bed, turns back to make sure he hasn't woken Dana -- only that's not Dana in their bed, it's -- no. She's dead... what...
Something happens to the wall. A shadow forms on it, expands and swells outward and... They're *invading* his *home* now.
He firms his grip on the bat, hefts it. "And what are you supposed to be? The dead one?"
The man (boy?) looks down at himself, looks back to Jack with a rueful expression. "Not... precisely."
"Get out. Get out and stay out and stay away from us!"
He looks sad. "Come with me, and see what your son is dreaming of, Jack Drake."
Title taken from William Wordsworth's "The Borderers":
Lost Man! if thou have any close-pent guilt
Pressing upon thy heart, and this the hour
Of visitation--
Now... come play with us. Clicky-clicky...
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liviapenn put together? This is the DANGEROUS crack, people.Last night, while sane people (me and thee) were sleeping, Te and Livia played a game with the generator. And posted the crack-fuelled snippetry produced thereby.
Then they played some more.
And when I got up, and saw what they had wrought... well, what can I say? The crack fumes obviously got to me.
Jack (7:58:24 AM): okay, so i am now thinking... maybe i... should... give this crack game a spin?"I thought you were grounded, little Bat."
Te (7:59:10 AM): *eyes your WIPs forlornly*
Jack (7:59:35 AM): that, too.
Jack (8:00:55 AM): myplanhope for the day includes finishing the bruce/tim, and getting back to the girl!kon. or possibly the tim/kon showersmut. possibly also traumatising fandom by doing the wip meme.
Te (8:02:30 AM): *laughs*
Te (8:02:43 AM): This is a fine list ofplanshopes.
Te (8:03:20 AM): My plan is sleep, wake up healthier, and either do recs or more crack-headed shorts.
Jack (8:03:48 AM): i want to play the crack game at least once, though.
Te (8:04:15 AM): *nods*
Jack (8:04:51 AM): bah. it's not cheating to reload until i get a pairing where i know who the characters fucking ARE.
Jack (8:05:11 AM): ...oh, i HAD to say that.
Te (8:05:14 AM): *laughs*
Te (8:05:25 AM): Yes you did. Who'd you get?
Jack (8:05:25 AM): you gonna play with me?
Jack (8:05:39 AM): isn't that supposed to be a surprise?
Te (8:05:52 AM): *laughs* I WAS planning on sleeping. Gimme a sec.
Jack (8:06:11 AM): you write dandy porn while unconscious.
Te (8:07:34 AM): *changing CDs*
Te (8:10:21 AM): *eyes burner warily*
Jack (8:10:36 AM): are we playing? i'm all ready...
Te (8:10:56 AM): We are, but not right this second
Jack (8:11:04 AM): okay.
Jack (8:11:18 AM): ::plays with generator just to limber up mind::
Jack (8:12:24 AM): ACK ::scrubs brain::
Te (8:12:36 AM): Right. I also made a Te-specific generator. "Characters Te knows/mostly isn't terrified to write"
Jack (8:14:01 AM): the worst part about gannon/ra's is that gannon would inevitably, after much angsty and manipulative fucking, turn out to be one of ra's's great-great-grandsons.
Te (8:14:16 AM): *DIES*
Jack (8:14:35 AM): dude. you KNOW i'm right.
Te (8:14:36 AM): Right then. Which generator do you want to use?
Jack (8:15:33 AM): um. i'll stick here, and just do the reload-if-i-don't-know-who-the-fuck-that-is, ans possibly if i get a non-slash pairing in which neither tim nor grace nor dick appears.
Te (8:15:55 AM): *laughing*
Te (8:16:07 AM): *plays it your way*
Jack (8:16:13 AM): you gonna do the timing? i don't have a timer handier than in by the bed.
Jack (8:16:41 AM): ohh, YOU should've gotten this one: Cissie King-Jones (Arrowette) / Jack Knight (Starman)
Te (8:17:10 AM): *laughs* Okay, I'll time. (roughly) Five minutes.
Te (8:17:10 AM): Ready, steady... RELOAD
Jack (8:17:18 AM): and here is the het pairing of projectile vomit: Bane / Bridget Clancy
Te (8:17:41 AM): Oh, for fuck's sake. *eyes Liv's generator darkly*
*writes*
Jack (8:17:56 AM): okay, i'm ready. and glad i popped my femslash cherry already.
Te (8:23:35 AM): [Kara/Renee]
Te (8:23:35 AM): Tiiiime's up.
Te (8:23:54 AM): I swear to God, the generator is SENTIENT, and it wants Golden Age femslash.
Jack (8:24:28 AM): hee!
Jack (8:24:37 AM): ::creates stopping-point sentence::
Jack (8:24:56 AM):
She knows the words to answer that, but putting them together would be complicated, and pointless. An answer isn't really expected, anyway, not in words.
Posture and gesture are so much more efficient. She can read all of what Huntress *means* in the way she stands, the cant of her hip and the set of her shoulders. She doesn't want her own stance to be as defensive as it is -- Huntress is the last person, besides Stephanie, who could sneer at Cassandra for not having the Batman's full leave and support. Not that Stephanie would, anyway. Stephanie is Cass's friend. Stephanie is *nice*.
Huntress is... Huntress is not nice.
She isn't a bad person, either, but... Her body warns, "Stay away!" even more than she intends it to.
"Must've made your year when he changed his mind, hunh?"
She knows why Barbara doesn't like Huntress. Now she thinks she's starting to understand it, too.
[time up]
Cassandra Cain / Helena Bertinelli
Te (8:25:44 AM): heeeeeeeeeeedited to add title:
Te (8:25:46 AM): Girls.
Jack (8:25:52 AM): ooh. i like how you made that WORK.
Te (8:26:32 AM): :D
Te (8:26:50 AM): sooon it will be time for another
Jack (8:26:59 AM): ha! and my next reload produced: zatanna/renee.
Te (8:27:08 AM): wait for it... wait for it...
Te (8:27:10 AM): NOW
Jack (8:27:12 AM): it's zatanna femslash day!
Jack (8:27:33 AM): oh, buggerfuck, i HAVE to do this one...
Te (8:27:34 AM): *reloads until she gets people she knows*
Te (8:27:41 AM): Oh for the love of CHRISTMAS
Te (8:27:44 AM): *writes*
Jack (8:27:46 AM): ::prepares fanwankery::
Te (8:33:12 AM): [Babs/Kara]
Te (8:33:12 AM): Tiiiime's up
Jack (8:33:21 AM): bah.
Te (8:34:02 AM): I swear, this pairing generator has increased the amount of Karafic in the world by, like, 500%.
Te (8:34:07 AM): Post what you got, Jack.
Jack (8:37:24 AM):
Pressing Upon Thy Heart
Jack strains his ears. Is that the central air vents ticking, or is Tim tapping out morse code on the walls?
Things have gone from bad to worse since Wayne bought the condo next to theirs. Tim acts like the good son, the obedient son, the loving and fully-deprogrammed son, and until Jack catches him tripping up he has to hold up his end of the bargain.
His fists clench at his sides.
There's a monster on the other side of the wall, threatening his family. He has to protect them. He's failed Tim too much. He has to protect Tim. Save him.
He gets out of bed.
Grabs the bat from under the bed, turns back to make sure he hasn't woken Dana -- only that's not Dana in their bed, it's -- no. She's dead... what...
Something happens to the wall. A shadow forms on it, expands and swells outward and... They're *invading* his *home* now.
He firms his grip on the bat, hefts it. "And what are you supposed to be? The dead one?"
The man (boy?) looks down at himself, looks back to Jack with a rueful expression. "Not... precisely."
"Get out. Get out and stay out and stay away from us!"
He looks sad. "Come with me, and see what your son is dreaming of, Jack Drake."
Title taken from William Wordsworth's "The Borderers":
Lost Man! if thou have any close-pent guilt
Pressing upon thy heart, and this the hour
Of visitation--
Jack (8:37:33 AM): Jack Drake / Dream (Morpheus)Another shortcut to Te's two.
Te (8:38:15 AM): eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
Te (8:38:20 AM): *shivers*
Te (8:38:22 AM): Okay, rock ON
Jack (8:39:09 AM): yeah, i really couldn't just STOP before morph finished manifesting through the wall.
Te (8:39:33 AM): *nod nod* No, you could not.
Jack (8:39:59 AM): eep. and i need to go now.
Jack (8:40:05 AM): ::mwah::
Jack (8:40:25 AM): post yours, i'll post mine once i get back, k?
Now... come play with us. Clicky-clicky...
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Date: 2005-01-06 07:42 am (UTC)Paranoid Jack. I'd be paranoid, too. I mean, he was a not-very-*there* parent, but at the end he was trying, and there's much to say for his "hell, *no*" posture about Tim's extracurricular activities.
And now they went and made Tim an orphan. *sigh*