Costumes and Nicknames
By Neemers
Disclaimer: The characters belong to DC, not me.
Flashback: Three weeks ago
Robin quietly landed on the roof next to Nightwing. Both were waiting for a drug deal to go down. Robin spoke first.
"I can't believe you used to wear that costume with the elf boots. It made you look like Peter Pan."
Dick started smiling.
"What's so funny?"
"If I'm Peter Pan, that makes Bruce Tinkerbell."
"How long would we live if we started using that as a nickname for him?"
"Let's find out."
"Let's not. I'd like to continue breathing."
Now:
Robin had been captured by the Riddler. When Nightwing had come to get Robin out, he had fallen into the same trap. Batman was on the way, but how was he going to tell Robin that without the Riddler finding out?
Nigma asked, "First the bird-brat, then the errant squire, who's
next?"
Ah. The perfect opportunity. Dick gave Tim a brief, significant
glance, and answered, "Tinkerbell."
Robin's eyes widened slightly in understanding.
Five minutes later Bruce had come to get both of them out.
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Feedback is always appreciated
There is a longer, interfic version of this fic in the Bludhaven
yahoo site.
By Neemers
Disclaimer: The characters belong to DC, not me.
Flashback: Three weeks ago
Robin quietly landed on the roof next to Nightwing. Both were waiting for a drug deal to go down. Robin spoke first.
"I can't believe you used to wear that costume with the elf boots. It made you look like Peter Pan."
Dick started smiling.
"What's so funny?"
"If I'm Peter Pan, that makes Bruce Tinkerbell."
"How long would we live if we started using that as a nickname for him?"
"Let's find out."
"Let's not. I'd like to continue breathing."
Now:
Robin had been captured by the Riddler. When Nightwing had come to get Robin out, he had fallen into the same trap. Batman was on the way, but how was he going to tell Robin that without the Riddler finding out?
Nigma asked, "First the bird-brat, then the errant squire, who's
next?"
Ah. The perfect opportunity. Dick gave Tim a brief, significant
glance, and answered, "Tinkerbell."
Robin's eyes widened slightly in understanding.
Five minutes later Bruce had come to get both of them out.
____________________________________________________________________
Feedback is always appreciated
There is a longer, interfic version of this fic in the Bludhaven
yahoo site.