I Own Nothing


Pink Hood

Dick did a bad thing. A very very very bad thing. He broke Jason's helmet. But he fixed it so everything should be fine... should.

The final touch was a fresh coat of paint.

He left it in the cave to dry.

He didn't think that Jason was going to be patrolling that night.

He was wrong.

It had been raining that night and Dick had been on duty with the police force. Tim was sick so Bruce called in Red Hood to help patrol.

Dick came back to the manor exhausted, all he wanted to do was sleep. lying down on the couch (not wanting to go upstairs because come on there's so many of them and surely he wasn't too old for Bruce to carry right?). He had just closed his eye when he felt himself being lifted up. Opening his eyes Dick wasn't sure if he should scream or laugh.

Jason held him off the ground, still in full costume, and growled out, "Dick there better be a damn good reason why my helmet turned pink when it started to rain!"


Kitten

Salina Kyle will forever be the motherly figure of the Bat-family.

She's the one who spent hours running over roof tops, flipping and twisting, with Dick when Bruce left Robin in charge of Gotham while he was on league business.

She's the one whose door is always open to Jason when he needed to get away from the others.

She's the one who sits patiently, nodding and agreeing when necessary, and simply listening when Tim needs to vent about his stupid brothers.

She's the one that can see where Damien is coming from, having a blurred view on the line between right and wrong herself.

She's the one that rubs Bruce's shoulders after his had a long day and the boys are fighting and everything is going to shit and she quietly reminds him that boys will be boys and everything will be alright.

She's the one that never knocks before coming inside and heading straight for the kitchen before shooing Alfred out because he deserves a break and a cup of tea and 'here Alf let me make those!'.

And every year on mother's day she is reminded that she is part of the family by the four boys (and yes they are boys because it doesn't matter that Dick is twenty seven and that Jason has died and came back because no matter what they will always be her boys) standing at her doors with bunches of roses and boxes of chocolate. They spend the day eating ice cream on the roof of her crummy apartment and that night Alfred prepares a feast for her and it warms her heart because even though she doesn't have any sons she has four kittens that she loves like her own.


A/N So... yeah... could be better. I love the idea of the boys thinking of Salina as a mother figure :)