Title: Not feast on thee
Characters: Bruce, Dick
Authors' notes: More or less an experiment in seeing if I could make myself believe it. Helpfully betad by jamjar, after no harassment at all!
Summary:

thete1: Someone -- touches nose -- needs to write the story where Dick's parents get smushed a few years earlier
petronelle: oh dear.
Te: How would a young, befucked, YOUNG Bruce cope with that?
Petra: Poorly.
Te: "You lost your parents, too?"
Te: "No, Bruce, no, you don't understand, we have to be there for each other! We don't have anyone else!"
Petra: Suddenly the Golden Age makes a lot more sense. They're not sharing a bed for sex; they're sharing a bed because they can't sleep alone.
Petra: I don't think I wanted that to make sense.
Petra: It's not Dick's job to pet Bruce's hair and tell him it's just a dream.
Te: AHAHAHAA
Petra: *and yet.*
Betty: You make me want to write the SCARILY GEN version of that.

( lay a lionlimb against me )

Title: Joy Cometh in the Morning
Characters: Dick/Tim
Warnings: not suitable for children or maiden aunts, those with an aversion to animal harm should check the story notes at the end before reading this fic.
Author's Notes: glossing is to be thanked for removing the Zombie hand of Rob Lowe from this fic, any remaining zombie body parts are my fault. Thank you to katarik who provided me with the discipline needed to complete it.

This story was written for rubynye as an extremely belated birthday present. She requested "kittenfic." I'm only sort of lying.

( Joy Cometh in the Morning )

As threatened, I've kicked off a DC Harlequin Romance challenge. It's here. It's very exciting! You should all participate and pimp widely!

maelithil and petronelle coerced me into writing a snippet for my otp. I don't know why I have to be coerced.

( So much depends )