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notpoetry, Terry/Bruce/Jason Batman Beyond (slash, non-explicit)
Pre-crisis Jason/Bruce/Terry
"I really like your costume," he says. He's got a brighter smile than any of the others have and Terry can see Bruce flinch, just a little.
"Thanks. It's not bad for something homemade," Terry says, shrugging. This one is a little taller than the other, moves a little bit more like the vid's he's seen of Dick. An acrobat.
This Robin smiles back at him, slings his arm around Terry in a quick hug, then turns around and kisses Bruce. It's weirdly different to a way the others have, the way Terry does it, and when he pulls away, he looks at Bruce like nothing could make him happier.
"I'm so glad you made it to old age in at least one world."
Same continuity as the other Jason/Terry ficlets (post-crisis, dead Jason).
He's there when Terry gets back to the cave. He doesn't know how long, or if it even matters, but there's a tray out with tea and some cake like an insult, waiting on an examination table.
Bruce is still at the console, but there's a cup and a half-empty plate next to him.
"You took care of the Jokerz quickly," Bruce says.
"They don't build 'em like they used to." Terry takes off the mask and leaves it next to the tray. He doesn't particularly want to take it, but he's hungry and he doesn't have any actual proof that the former-and-never Robin made it.
No reason to think some juvie kid -and Terry knows one when he sees one, can hear it his voice- would make tea and cake like that. No actual reason to think Bruce would let him.
"Terry... He could be helpful," Bruce says when Terry still hesitates. No need to ask who the he is.
"We don't know who he is. What he is," Terry says, which is only partly the truth. He takes the cake and his cup over to Bruce. "But we know who he isn't. He's not Dick, Bruce. He's not Tim either." He leans against the edge of the console next to Bruce. "I know you like your strays, but this one isn't one of yours."
"Not exactly." That quirk of the mouth that Bruce makes when there's something only funny when seen on that side of the mask. "He doesn't seem malicious. He might be, if he doesn't focus his energies on something positive."
"You sound like my old counsellor," Terry says. He takes a bite of the cake -carrot, which he hates and he'd bet the kid knows it- and chews. Swallows. "He needs control. He doesn't know the line, Bruce."
"Batman needs to make sure he does," Bruce says. He meets Terry's eyes, just long enough to share that only-funny-if-you're-him joke. "Besides, I think you could use someone your own age to play with."
Terry straightens up. "I don't think I need anyone else to play games with."
"I really like your costume," he says. He's got a brighter smile than any of the others have and Terry can see Bruce flinch, just a little.
"Thanks. It's not bad for something homemade," Terry says, shrugging. This one is a little taller than the other, moves a little bit more like the vid's he's seen of Dick. An acrobat.
This Robin smiles back at him, slings his arm around Terry in a quick hug, then turns around and kisses Bruce. It's weirdly different to a way the others have, the way Terry does it, and when he pulls away, he looks at Bruce like nothing could make him happier.
"I'm so glad you made it to old age in at least one world."
Same continuity as the other Jason/Terry ficlets (post-crisis, dead Jason).
He's there when Terry gets back to the cave. He doesn't know how long, or if it even matters, but there's a tray out with tea and some cake like an insult, waiting on an examination table.
Bruce is still at the console, but there's a cup and a half-empty plate next to him.
"You took care of the Jokerz quickly," Bruce says.
"They don't build 'em like they used to." Terry takes off the mask and leaves it next to the tray. He doesn't particularly want to take it, but he's hungry and he doesn't have any actual proof that the former-and-never Robin made it.
No reason to think some juvie kid -and Terry knows one when he sees one, can hear it his voice- would make tea and cake like that. No actual reason to think Bruce would let him.
"Terry... He could be helpful," Bruce says when Terry still hesitates. No need to ask who the he is.
"We don't know who he is. What he is," Terry says, which is only partly the truth. He takes the cake and his cup over to Bruce. "But we know who he isn't. He's not Dick, Bruce. He's not Tim either." He leans against the edge of the console next to Bruce. "I know you like your strays, but this one isn't one of yours."
"Not exactly." That quirk of the mouth that Bruce makes when there's something only funny when seen on that side of the mask. "He doesn't seem malicious. He might be, if he doesn't focus his energies on something positive."
"You sound like my old counsellor," Terry says. He takes a bite of the cake -carrot, which he hates and he'd bet the kid knows it- and chews. Swallows. "He needs control. He doesn't know the line, Bruce."
"Batman needs to make sure he does," Bruce says. He meets Terry's eyes, just long enough to share that only-funny-if-you're-him joke. "Besides, I think you could use someone your own age to play with."
Terry straightens up. "I don't think I need anyone else to play games with."