A type Dick's looked up the meaning of Red in some of those color-correspondence charts, and they only underscored what he already knew. Blood and fury, Robin and Batgirl's shimmering hair. He can't think of Babs -- or Kory -- without thinking of them in red so deep and rich it puts every Valentine heart to shame. It's a shame Clancy's hair doesn't match her accent. It would make her perfect. He's careful to keep his possessions grey and blue and black, mild, safe colors. Too much red would make him need to talk to someone. Anyone. Sometimes it's hard to look at Roy. * * * * * Bruce Wayne and/or Cassandra Cain in some sort of rentboy/hooker fic... Re-Upped "Fifty dollar." The girl's English is halting, her accent marked, but her eyes -- Bruce Wayne has seen enough working girls to put aside clichés, but this one is different. Is that Alfred's voice in his head, saying, "Aren't they all, sir?" He says, "A good price," and follows her to her dark, dingy little room. She kisses him with every semblance of hunger. He breaks it to murmur in her ear, "Do you have the evidence?" She opens his pants and smiles. "Yes." "Good. Let's go." But she kisses him again. "Batgirl --" She touches his lips lightly. "Mariko. For tonight." * * * * * Clark Kent and Lex Luthor are in love/lust with the same person... Skiing accidents The exposé piece makes Clark's fingers itch with wanting to write. Those scars all over Bruce's chest -- and the way Lex's tongue looks, tracing them. There's not enough wine in the world to make Clark stop touching Lex's smoothness and Bruce's healed wounds. Bruce kisses him. Clark shudders hard, and Lex's mouth is on him now. Every instinct screams that this is unsafe, but Bruce risks nothing. So this is all right, as long as he's not Superman. He can't really touch either of them. His glasses are on the nightstand, but he's still hiding behind Clark when he comes. * * * * * Harley Quinn and Bruce Wayne are going to die... Only the end of the world again "Aw, c'mon, Batsy, that asteroid's gonna hit in twenty minutes." Harley took off her shirt. "And there's nobody else trapped down here. Not even --" she sniffled --"Mistah J." Batman crossed his arms. "Put your shirt on. Someone will stop the asteroid." She laughed. "Sure they will. Like they did the time that guy took out Superman. Kiss me already." She hugged him, pressing her breasts against his armor. "We might as well die happy." He stared at her. "Miss Quinzel, only one of us is insane." "Yeah, right," she said, and kissed him. They were quite embarrassed when Robin arrived. * * * * * Connor Hawke/Koriand'r Chaste: Love is elevated beyond the physical. And then they have sex "Starfire is quite an impressive solider," Connor said. "Sure, G. A." Roy elbowed him gently. "You're not living up to the whole Queen legacy, here, you know?" "No?" Connor raised an eyebrow at him. "She's a supermodel. She's gorgeous." Roy's hands traced the outline of a Coca-cola bottle in in the air. "Impressive fighting is secondary." "Perhaps to you." Connor shrugged. Roy shook his head. "I should talk to her. Get her to teach you how to appreciate the finer things in life." Connor sighed. "I enjoy life quite enough as it is, thank you." "You sure?" "Yes, thank you." * * * * * Bart Allen/Grace Choi Predatory: Where one lover assumes the role of the hunted, the other the prey. Too fast to hit that Grace's only the most beautiful woman he's ever seen and he can't stay away from her even though she could probably do him serious damage even with the speed force because she's seven feet tall so he runs by her place four times a night except when he's fighting crime and he leaves her flowers and she throws the flowers away and he leaves her chocolate and she eats it and the next time when he kisses her at almost the speed of light she tastes like the truffles he picked out for her and she smiles at his wake. * * * * * Roy Harper/Jason Todd Imaginary: The object of love is a fantasy or fiction. Not again Roy was almost used to the whole 'Robin is gorgeous and dangerous' thing when Robin turned into Nightwing, whose main superpower seems to be dressing even worse than before. Now Dick belongs to Kory -- and how do you compete with a supermodel? Or Batman? And then Robin shows up again, more dangerous than gorgeous. Fuck the age difference, and fuck the way he belongs to Batman even more than Dick did. Does. This Robin is available, in the darkest room of the Tower, where even Batman won't know. Roy's almost sure he says the right name against the kid's mouth.
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