Author's Note: I'd like to note this now; because I'm exhausted and in need of improving my writing skills, I'm timing myself for 10 minutes and then I'm going to bed. So this is a free write. Meaningless nonsense spawned from the deepest recesses of the dark abyss I call my brain. It's a scary place in there, it is.

Here's my challenge:

*Write a short Wally/Dick drabble, at least 1,000 words

*Complete it in less than 10 minutes

*Utilize the following prompts: "Criminal; control; thief"

*BONUS: (for my own benefit) Attempt to diversify pronouns (meaning to stop being blunt with names or using "he, she, they" a lot)

Time to shut the hell up and WRITE: 10 minutes starting... NOW.

He's a criminal.

A thief creeping and sneaking his way into a dark and complex place in seek of his treasure; hiding from his predators, stalking his prey, he arises only in the dark and denies himself the privilege of sweet sunlight. His motives, no one knows or cares enough to decipher; his mind the greatest riddle to be solved, a maze, a puzzle, so complex and twisted with the proverbial fatigue of an exhilarating life. He himself fails to realize why he steals, what he's stealing, or what to do with his prizes. To him it's all game, a pitiful cycle of pain and adrenaline; a game he knows not how to win, but continues to play with the hopes of an end, even knowing that end only hurts him and those he cares for. He's known for his gadgets and gizmos he keeps on hand to escape from any given situations; I've seen him pull the craziest and most elaborate of tools from his belt in the face of danger. Birdarangs, headsets, screwdrivers; he had everything he needed to make his thieveries without getting caught, not a single tool out of place. But tonight he committed the most dangerous of crimes without the aid of his gadgets or gizmos.

Tonight Dick broke down all my barriers. Every carefully placed smile and well-thought out lie, every excuse and hasty get-away put to naught by his very hands.

And when I say hands, I literally mean his hands. Those devilish, mischievous, wondrous hands that wove themselves in my hair and ran up the planes of chest so agonizingly slow had broken through the very remaining remnants of my sanity, my self-control. The little thief used but his hands to break through even my most desperate attempts to hide my feelings; the hands that helped and hurt so many people betrayed me tonight as they ran over my body and into my hair so carefully and mild. We both knew the moment would come. We pretended not to notice, played an innocent facade and acted pleasantly surprised when one of us slipped in front of the other. I knew how he felt and he knew how I did; it was only a matter of time before that wondrous little hacker would make his way into my heart and, more recently, my mind. The way his hands caressed me, so tenderly, so sweet and tentative; the way his lips worshipped my own with blissful, tempting heat... it's too much.

Before I had any chance to counter-attack, my mind had fallen victim to the little thief's charm.

I'm in far too deep to back out now; those evil, enticing pink lips drew me further into the maze. They beckoned, their sweet psiren song echoing through the allies of my mind as time slowed between the thief and I. The sweet virgin bird in my arms chirped contently as my hands found my way to his inner-thighs; as I slowly traced the surface of his skin with the pads of my fingers, I content myself to its smooth, rich texture. Not a single scar fell below his utility belt, his thighs left clean and the skin flawless. Ever so slowly I let my lips leave his, taking in the sight of Dick's pleasure-stricken face: raven-black hair clung in clumps to his forehead; a light sheen of sweat slowly forming on his skin; the flush of his cheeks, so mild and rosy; and the way he breathed out gentle, innocent moans between gasps for air. The thief, true to his nature, concealed his face from the world under a small black domino mask; the eyes beneath those white cover-lenses watching and judging me with a wicked smile in their bewildering irises. They begged for me in silence, implanting their sinful ideas in my mind.

Who knew a hero could be so dangerous and cunning, so bold and spectacularly perverse? Who could possibly predict that this boy, this gentle little bird tangled in my arms, could be the world's greatest thief? This is the night I realize Dick can no longer just be Robin to me. He is the love of my life and the wind beneath my wings, a parasite worming his way into my mind, a thief under the guise of a hero, an exotic little robin among pigeons.

A criminal; and yet my beautiful lie.

I'm actually quite proud of this one. My writing is slowly and slowly getting better. Without further ado, my challenge results are as follows.

Word count: (FAILED) 894

Proper-Nouns utilized: 5 (includes repeats)

Time count: Exactly 10 minutes

Prompts: Used.

DAMN I was close on the word count. I'LL KEEP GOING FOR IT~! I'd love to hear some prompt ideas, guys. I'm willing to write for any three word prompt.