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This was written for the 300 word challenge over at NightwingOutsiders. The premise was who would win the Graduation Day Fight: Nightwing or Robin?
Title: "The Feminine Touch"
Rated: G
By: Heather
"Give up Robin," Nightwing huffed as he dodged another attack by his younger brother, "You can't win."
"Bite me," Robin gritted out as he attempted to wrench the vicious pair of escrima sticks from Nightwing's hands. His response wasn't mature, he knew, but that was the furthest thing from his mind as Nightwing beat him like a red headed stepchild.
Giving the sticks up as an acceptable loss, Nightwing relinquished them in favor of a pair of stinging slaps to Robin's face. It was harsh, beating his brother like this, but sometimes you just had to show your siblings who was top dog.
Robin bore the smacks like a man and waited for his chance to release his secret weapon. Nightwing might be stronger, faster, and more experienced than him but Tim knew his weakness and wasn't squeamish about exploiting it. Indeed, it would be his pleasure.
Getting in a lucky blow to Nightwing's jaw, Robin was able to create his chance. As his brother staggered backwards, he threw his winning move at the man.
"Hi, my name's Candy Cane and I'm going to fight crime whether you like it or not," a buxom blonde, scantily clad in spandex pouted at Nightwing. She was resentful, ready to use deadly force, and eyeing Nightwing like he was a tasty piece of meat.
The older hero was captivated like Robin knew he would be, giving the junior good guy a shot at the back of Nightwing's head. As his brother hit the dirt, Tim savored the sweet, sweet taste of victory.
Fin
~You know he'll fall for it too, the poor dope. First Huntress and now Tarantula? *sigh*