SUMMARY: Baby, it's cold outside.
NOTES: Fanfic100 prompt 61, Winter.
The wind was shrill and piercing, carrying the smell of another snowstorm, and Tim shivered.
"I hate winter," he said to Dick as they took a quick break huddling around a steaming pipe.
"Wimp." Dick rolled his eyes. "You've got a cape. And long pants."
Standing up, Tim glared at him. It only took one step in the darkness for him to hit an icy patch, executing a perfect prat fall which knocked the breath out of him.
Red with suppressed laughter, Dick helped him up.
"Our secret?" Tim asked without much hope.
"In your dreams, Boy Wonder. Hey, Oracle..."
TITLE: Then Blooms Each Thing
SUMMARY: Spring and all the joys it brings.
NOTES: Fanfic100 prompt 62, Spring.
Bruce clicked his comm. "Oracle?"
Silence, then a noise.
"Oracle?"
ACHOO!
Bruce jumped. "Ah, gesundheit?"
Sniffle. "Danks, Badman."
"A cold, hmm?"
"Nobe. It's dese damn allergies. I ran owd of meds and de pharmacy won't deliver." Bruce could hear her blow her nose.
He calculated the chances of getting any help from Oracle with Babs in this condition. "It's a quiet night. Could Robin bring your medication to you?"
Silence. "Please."
"He's all yours. Batman out."
"Dank you."
Besides, if he had to listen to her sneeze all night, Bruce thought, his nose was going to run out of sympathy.
TITLE: The Liquor of Summer Nights
SUMMARY: Summer brings challenges one doesn't expect.
NOTES: Fanfic100 prompt 63, Summer.
Squelch. Squelch.
Dick hated his life.
Squelch. Squelch.
"Master Richard?" Alfred asked. "Dare I ask why you're soaking wet?"
"No."
"I see."
Dick knew that tone. It meant 'If you don't apologize, young man, you won't get cocoa and fresh cookies.'
"I'm sorry, Alfred, it's just..."
"Yes?"
"I fell into a swimming pool while chasing a suspect," he blurted out.
"Ah." Alfred didn't crack a smile. "You'd best get out of your wet outfit and clean up then."
Dick relaxed. Good ol' dependable Alfred.
"And mind the step into the showers," Alfred called over his shoulder, "it's a tricky one."
TITLE: A Second Spring
SUMMARY: And autumn finishes the set.
NOTES: Fanfic100 prompt 64, Fall.
Steph perched on the branch next to Tim. "Training, huh?"
"Oh yes," Tim said, failing by a long shot to look innocent, "it's a well-known technique."
"For doing what?" Steph shifted to stare at the ground. Usually it was something she tried to avoid. The ground, that is.
"Uh, it's about trust. You know, like those exercises where people fall back trusting their teammates will catch them."
Crossing her arms, she waited.
Tim sighed. "It's fun, okay?"
"That's better!" she said, grabbing his hand.
They leapt off the branch together.
"Whee!" Steph shouted as dry, crackling leaves flew around them.
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