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browngirlTitle: Love-In-Idleness
Fandom: DC Comics
Characters/Pairing: Robin III and a friend
Rating: G
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petronelle
Disclaimer: Nothing's mine but the order of the words.
Tim stares at the pot of pansies on the windowsill, purple and yellow, white and green. The window is open, and the breeze is chilly, but Tim can't quite manage to get out of bed with his leg in traction.
This is quite inconvenient.
He glares at the window, at the flowers, at his book facedown beside him, and at the window again; outside, blue sky fades to purple and red above the skyline, and the breeze smells like approaching night. Tim should be out there, swinging and fighting and helping. If he'd been a little faster he wouldn't be here with his leg broken in three places.
The flowers refuse to wither, or fall out of the window on their own.
"Pansies! Cool!" A crackle, a gust, and Bart is standing in front of the window. "Did you know they used to be called Love-in-Idleness?"
"Hi, Bart," Tim says. Maybe the pansies can stay.
Fandom: DC Comics
Characters/Pairing: Robin III and a friend
Rating: G
Written For:
petronelleDisclaimer: Nothing's mine but the order of the words.
Tim stares at the pot of pansies on the windowsill, purple and yellow, white and green. The window is open, and the breeze is chilly, but Tim can't quite manage to get out of bed with his leg in traction.
This is quite inconvenient.
He glares at the window, at the flowers, at his book facedown beside him, and at the window again; outside, blue sky fades to purple and red above the skyline, and the breeze smells like approaching night. Tim should be out there, swinging and fighting and helping. If he'd been a little faster he wouldn't be here with his leg broken in three places.
The flowers refuse to wither, or fall out of the window on their own.
"Pansies! Cool!" A crackle, a gust, and Bart is standing in front of the window. "Did you know they used to be called Love-in-Idleness?"
"Hi, Bart," Tim says. Maybe the pansies can stay.
