TITLE: Control Group
SUMMARY: You never know what you've got until it takes a vacation.
DISCLAIMER: These people belong to DC Comics. I just fantasize about them.
CONTINUITY: No way, no how.
NOTES: Fanfic100 #17, Brown and Psych30 # 3, Addiction
Bruce frowned at the space next to the computer, headache worsening. Limping by, calculus textbook in hand, Tim reached into the empty air just over that oval.
SUMMARY: You never know what you've got until it takes a vacation.
DISCLAIMER: These people belong to DC Comics. I just fantasize about them.
CONTINUITY: No way, no how.
NOTES: Fanfic100 #17, Brown and Psych30 # 3, Addiction
Bruce frowned at the space next to the computer, headache worsening. Limping by, calculus textbook in hand, Tim reached into the empty air just over that oval.
Tim stopped, blinked, and looked at Bruce. Dick bounded in, followed more sedately by Cass. "Boy," Dick said, "what a night. I wouldn't sleep a wink if--"
Within seconds, Dick and Cass were staring at the empty space. "How long?" Dick asked, voice subdued.
Bruce sighed. "Alfred will be gone for seven days."
Cass' eyes widened. "No hot chocolate?"
Bruce rubbed his temples. It was even odds whether they'd survive the week.
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