The Five Things Meme: My Answers
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I posted all but two of these as replies, so here's a separate list of them, and the two extras. If you asked for one, I wrote it, so if you didn't get the comment notification now you can find it.
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apple_pi: Five Times Pippin Had to Talk Merry Out of Trouble.
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serai1 The opinions of Five Different Characters on Frodo and/or Sam.
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claudia603: Five Things a ruffian might do to Frodo (during the Troubles)
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katarik : Five ways the people in the Robins Three icon were important to each other.
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cereta: Five things Bruce doesn't tell Dick, because he assumes Dick knows them.
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sister_wolf: Five ways Dick, Jason, Tim, and/or Steph didn't become Robin.
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picayochan: Five ways Tim Drake became a supervillian.
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mildredmilton: 5 Things Batman Liked About Stephanie Brown.
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katarik: Five things that happened in Bulls and Birds-verse to Dick Jason, Tim, Steph, and Babs.
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violetfishy: Five things Tim Drake wishes he didn't know.
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vassilissa: Five fictional characters or pairings that one or more Robins pretended to be in bed.
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danachan: Five Kisses For Steph
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jamjar: Five times worlds collided.. I owe her something nice, because I cheated disgracefully on this one.
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quietann: Five unreasonable things Count Piotr Vorkosigan said when he was angry.
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capra_maritimus: Five ways Jayne Cobb doesn't want to die.
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danachan: Five Different Piles And How They Came To Be
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cheshyre: Five things Simon enjoys about his life on Serenity
Five Things That Happened To The Batkids in the Bulls-and-Birds Universe. Based on This story. Because I have to write a Minoan AU, wheresoever I go.
1) Barbara knew. She knew before she thudded onto the grass, before she felt pain flare in her broken back, before she knew her legs would bear her nevermore. Sheaflock's horns caught her in the side, and as he jerked her into the air she gasped for shock, the sky and earth and her shouting team whirling before her eyes, and then she knew as her sight went dark and flashed bright---
--Jason snarling, his fist snapping back a scruffy man's head even as he shoves a notched bronze blade between Jason's ribs---
--a small lithe dark-haired boy, fists clenched and face restrained, importuning a glowering Bruce--
--two girls, bright-haired and buxom, dark-haired and slender, grappling a white bull's horns as the lithe dark boy rolled away from its pounding hooves--
--Dick smiling at a double row of boys and girls, as he had not since the day Bruce told him he could not dance again--
---she knew as she lay, legs useless and lip bitten to hold in her scream, that she was no longer a dancer, but she was now an oracle.
2) Stepha pulled the ribbon tight, binding her hair flat for the journey, and dropped her one tunic on over her head to hide her new breasts. Shouldering her small bundle of bead-ropes and loincloths, she walked a-tiptoe by her mother's room, not that she needed to; judging by the sodden snores, her mother lay deep in drink already at midmorning, and the goats unmilked, the dough unmixed. Stepha pitied the goats, but she would milk them no more. Zakros lay a half-day's walk away, and she was strong and agile and had dreamt of the bull-court since the last festival her family had attended, years ago. She could make a better fortune there, she knew it, and once outside the courtyard fence she skipped down the hillside.
3) Kon was up on his hands and knees, shaking his head dizzily, and it seemed he had a chance, but Snowback was pounding northwards towards him, hooves thudding the flagstones like tiny earthquakes, and the team was scattered to the south of the court. Tim ran up as fast as he might, shouting and waving his arms, till he could dive and flip right before Snowback's angry little eyes.
The bull snorted, tossing his head, distracted by the new boy as Tim spun and flipped; as he danced the bull away Tim watched, from the edge of his eye, Kon's wobbly climb to his feet. Quick little Bart reached Kon and, remembering it is forbidden to touch a bull's victim inside the Court, ran around him while calling for him to stay upright; Tim sighed with relief, and missed his step, and stumbled down to the flagstones, and those large pounding hooves were storming towards him. But Snowback was stumbling and blind, Stephanie and Cassandra twined round his horns and covering his eyes, so Tim could roll away and make his feet as he saw Kon stumble from the Court into Dick's arms, as he saw all his team safe.
4) Jason was hungry, and his last breechcloth was nearly too tattered for modesty; his luck had gone ill for the last few days, despite his sacrifices of crumbs from his breadcrusts and juice from his grapes. Perhaps he should offer cheese, next time he charmed or stole some. Perhaps he should give up and sell himself on the dock; at least a master would be bound to feed him.
No, he would not. Freedom was sweeter than wine, and a shadow moved on the street. Jason looked over, and saw a tall man walking through the crowd, dark hair and dark tunic and dark polished jewels. A tall, wealthy, strong man, and Jason thought over walking up and smiling brashly.
Such a man could drink wine with any company he chose, so instead Jason edged through the crowd behind him, aiming for the purse dangling over his broad leather belt. Closer, dodging the girl, careful around the mother with two babes, ducking the porter and reaching under the arm of one chatting woman and there--
A massive fist closed around Jason's wrist, pulling his fingertips back from the rough wool purse, and he looked up into blue eyes colder than a clear winter sky. Ill-luck and more, but... Jason tried that cheeky smile. "Greetings and well met?"
The man did not let go. But his eyes thawed, as he helplessly smiled, as Jason felt his luck turn a spiral, as he smiled back.
5) Dick soared.
He'd been born for this, he loved this, and the Court around him was walled with round eyes that saw only him, round mouths like kisses. Flop-ear snorted far below, pounding onward in the dance, and Dick saw the world turning before his eyes, the bull-dancers spinning upside-down and widdershins, as he flew up in a perfect arch, arms wide, air bearing him up like the warmest water, and the Mother's hum sweet in his ear.
And by the side of the Bull-court, though Dick could not see him, he knew Bruce stood with arms folded and the smallest smile at the corner of his mouth, as he watched Dick fly.
Five Kisses for Steph:
1) His name was Mark, and he had a bad bruise on his cheekbone and blood in his silky black hair, and maybe she was getting a thing for black hair, so Steph brushed off his weak, "I'm fine," and swung him away to the nearest ER, which turned out to be St. Jude's. He really wasn't heavy, and he didn't struggle, he trusted her to carry him, so when she put him down in the parking lot she smiled at him rather than grinning. He smiled back, brown eyes warm rather than shocky, and said, "thank you, Miss Spoiler," and kissed her quickly, and she watched him all the way inside the double doors.
2) Cass was in a good mood all night, and though Steph started it wanting to kick in someone's face after the day she'd had, she ended it all gleeful, mask off and dancing on a window ledge to someone's music from an apartment several floors below. Cass was a really great dancer, and was teaching Steph to see full-body smiles. Steph wondered what a full-body kiss would look like, and reached over and tucked her arm around Cass's waist, pushed up her mask and kissed her; Cass wiggled and pushed her back against the window, legs to legs and tits to tits, and showed her.
3) Her name was Ellie, though Steph would have bet it's short for something long and interesting. Which she'd ask some other time, since Ellie was shaking and hanging onto her, and the car was a burning flaming wreck, and everyone in it was dead and crisping. They probably deserved it, but Robin wasn't supposed to think that kind of thing.
Steph gave up and thought it anyway when Ellie choked out, "Thank you-- they were-- they said they'd make me blow them all-- I don't even know them-- I was just trying to get home--"
Steph kept murmuring, "shhh, shhh," till Ellie stopped talking for a moment, staring at Steph's mouth like it was making shushing sounds independently of the rest of her face, then kissed her, soft and trembly and desperate. Steph shrugged to herself and kissed Ellie too before she gently pushed her back. "Hey, hey," she said, stroking Ellie's rumpled-up hair down till her shakes eased a little. "Where can I bring you?"
4) Steph needed a suit, or a mask, or something. When she followed her dad's crew, they split in two groups, so she followed the one without her dad because there were more of them. Even though she tried to climb quietly, the fire escape clanked, and Eddie caught her, fist tangled in her jacket and hand between her shoulderblades squashing her to the wall. He thought he'd be all clever, and was offering not to tell her dad if she'd just kiss him, when there was a bright blur and Eddie went down, and there was Robin standing on his back, red-yellow-green suit and great big grin and holy crap he was massive for a kid. If Steph had thighs like that she wouldn't cover them either.
"You ok?" he asked, and she actually said, "yeah," before her brain engaged. "You're Robin!"
"That's me," he said, flexing an arm, and she had to laugh. And kick Eddie. Robin grinned when she did, so she kissed his cheek, but he turned his face into it so his mouth hit hers. And hey, she could go with that.
Too soon, sirens broke through the kiss-haze, and Robin let go of her. "See you 'round," he said, with a wave, and swung off the ground, and Steph waved at him before skedaddling herself.
5) Steph watches her grapple fly up, up, as she falls down, down, and it doesn't fucking hook on anything, and she's falling with nothing under her for over a thousand feet. Everything she's done, all her life, today, she even bagged the bad guy, and she's gonna end up a messy colorful splat---
A big arm around her waist, a tenor laugh in her ear. Superboy. Not that Steph wanted to splat down, but did he have to be the one who saved her bacon? Oh, what the hell, she's alive. She sighs and grabs his shirt to hang on. "Hey, Chick not-Wonder," he says.
"Hey, Superjerk," she replies, and "Thanks," to be polite. He looks shocked by that, and she'd ask if he was raised by wolves, but that's not fair to say to a cloned kid who just saved your ass, even if he is a jerk. He swoops up, towards the top of the cliff where the observatory used to be, and in no time she's on her feet.
He doesn't fly off, though. He hovers around, staring at her, as she pats down her hair and checks her equipment. Finally, she looks up. "What?"
"You--- that was Dr. Light," Superboy says, finally.
"I noticed," Steph says, as the little burns under her suit sting at the reminder. "He's an asshole, and Speedy told me he tried to kill her-- twice-- and someone needed to take him down." She's just glad Batman's black goop worked, though. That and all her tranq darts.
"Yeah," says Superboy again. She's just thinking she heard him the first time when something-- telekinesis?-- brushes her hair back, and Superboy's kissing her, warm like a glow, dry and soft. Steph blinks, and he's floating in front of her again. "You're good," he says, impressed, and flies away.
Steph blinks again, and grins. Maybe next time he'll call her Robin.
Five Things I Wish I Could Get Away With But Know Better Than To Try
1) Giving Gotham Water Taxis. They doubtless have ferries as part of the transit system.
2) Writing an OFC who's an enslaved Tamaranian girl who escapes to Earth and becomes a sex therapist.
3) Writing a story where a Bat develops powers; more specifically, writing a story where Steph becomes "Glow Girl", with the power of Glowy Fists and related light powers.
4) Writing a class-based argument between any two of the characters I write.
5) Writing a long five-part story about the Troubles in the Shire starring two family-tree characters and three OC's.
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Five Things That Happened To The Batkids in the Bulls-and-Birds Universe. Based on This story. Because I have to write a Minoan AU, wheresoever I go.
1) Barbara knew. She knew before she thudded onto the grass, before she felt pain flare in her broken back, before she knew her legs would bear her nevermore. Sheaflock's horns caught her in the side, and as he jerked her into the air she gasped for shock, the sky and earth and her shouting team whirling before her eyes, and then she knew as her sight went dark and flashed bright---
--Jason snarling, his fist snapping back a scruffy man's head even as he shoves a notched bronze blade between Jason's ribs---
--a small lithe dark-haired boy, fists clenched and face restrained, importuning a glowering Bruce--
--two girls, bright-haired and buxom, dark-haired and slender, grappling a white bull's horns as the lithe dark boy rolled away from its pounding hooves--
--Dick smiling at a double row of boys and girls, as he had not since the day Bruce told him he could not dance again--
---she knew as she lay, legs useless and lip bitten to hold in her scream, that she was no longer a dancer, but she was now an oracle.
2) Stepha pulled the ribbon tight, binding her hair flat for the journey, and dropped her one tunic on over her head to hide her new breasts. Shouldering her small bundle of bead-ropes and loincloths, she walked a-tiptoe by her mother's room, not that she needed to; judging by the sodden snores, her mother lay deep in drink already at midmorning, and the goats unmilked, the dough unmixed. Stepha pitied the goats, but she would milk them no more. Zakros lay a half-day's walk away, and she was strong and agile and had dreamt of the bull-court since the last festival her family had attended, years ago. She could make a better fortune there, she knew it, and once outside the courtyard fence she skipped down the hillside.
3) Kon was up on his hands and knees, shaking his head dizzily, and it seemed he had a chance, but Snowback was pounding northwards towards him, hooves thudding the flagstones like tiny earthquakes, and the team was scattered to the south of the court. Tim ran up as fast as he might, shouting and waving his arms, till he could dive and flip right before Snowback's angry little eyes.
The bull snorted, tossing his head, distracted by the new boy as Tim spun and flipped; as he danced the bull away Tim watched, from the edge of his eye, Kon's wobbly climb to his feet. Quick little Bart reached Kon and, remembering it is forbidden to touch a bull's victim inside the Court, ran around him while calling for him to stay upright; Tim sighed with relief, and missed his step, and stumbled down to the flagstones, and those large pounding hooves were storming towards him. But Snowback was stumbling and blind, Stephanie and Cassandra twined round his horns and covering his eyes, so Tim could roll away and make his feet as he saw Kon stumble from the Court into Dick's arms, as he saw all his team safe.
4) Jason was hungry, and his last breechcloth was nearly too tattered for modesty; his luck had gone ill for the last few days, despite his sacrifices of crumbs from his breadcrusts and juice from his grapes. Perhaps he should offer cheese, next time he charmed or stole some. Perhaps he should give up and sell himself on the dock; at least a master would be bound to feed him.
No, he would not. Freedom was sweeter than wine, and a shadow moved on the street. Jason looked over, and saw a tall man walking through the crowd, dark hair and dark tunic and dark polished jewels. A tall, wealthy, strong man, and Jason thought over walking up and smiling brashly.
Such a man could drink wine with any company he chose, so instead Jason edged through the crowd behind him, aiming for the purse dangling over his broad leather belt. Closer, dodging the girl, careful around the mother with two babes, ducking the porter and reaching under the arm of one chatting woman and there--
A massive fist closed around Jason's wrist, pulling his fingertips back from the rough wool purse, and he looked up into blue eyes colder than a clear winter sky. Ill-luck and more, but... Jason tried that cheeky smile. "Greetings and well met?"
The man did not let go. But his eyes thawed, as he helplessly smiled, as Jason felt his luck turn a spiral, as he smiled back.
5) Dick soared.
He'd been born for this, he loved this, and the Court around him was walled with round eyes that saw only him, round mouths like kisses. Flop-ear snorted far below, pounding onward in the dance, and Dick saw the world turning before his eyes, the bull-dancers spinning upside-down and widdershins, as he flew up in a perfect arch, arms wide, air bearing him up like the warmest water, and the Mother's hum sweet in his ear.
And by the side of the Bull-court, though Dick could not see him, he knew Bruce stood with arms folded and the smallest smile at the corner of his mouth, as he watched Dick fly.
Five Kisses for Steph:
1) His name was Mark, and he had a bad bruise on his cheekbone and blood in his silky black hair, and maybe she was getting a thing for black hair, so Steph brushed off his weak, "I'm fine," and swung him away to the nearest ER, which turned out to be St. Jude's. He really wasn't heavy, and he didn't struggle, he trusted her to carry him, so when she put him down in the parking lot she smiled at him rather than grinning. He smiled back, brown eyes warm rather than shocky, and said, "thank you, Miss Spoiler," and kissed her quickly, and she watched him all the way inside the double doors.
2) Cass was in a good mood all night, and though Steph started it wanting to kick in someone's face after the day she'd had, she ended it all gleeful, mask off and dancing on a window ledge to someone's music from an apartment several floors below. Cass was a really great dancer, and was teaching Steph to see full-body smiles. Steph wondered what a full-body kiss would look like, and reached over and tucked her arm around Cass's waist, pushed up her mask and kissed her; Cass wiggled and pushed her back against the window, legs to legs and tits to tits, and showed her.
3) Her name was Ellie, though Steph would have bet it's short for something long and interesting. Which she'd ask some other time, since Ellie was shaking and hanging onto her, and the car was a burning flaming wreck, and everyone in it was dead and crisping. They probably deserved it, but Robin wasn't supposed to think that kind of thing.
Steph gave up and thought it anyway when Ellie choked out, "Thank you-- they were-- they said they'd make me blow them all-- I don't even know them-- I was just trying to get home--"
Steph kept murmuring, "shhh, shhh," till Ellie stopped talking for a moment, staring at Steph's mouth like it was making shushing sounds independently of the rest of her face, then kissed her, soft and trembly and desperate. Steph shrugged to herself and kissed Ellie too before she gently pushed her back. "Hey, hey," she said, stroking Ellie's rumpled-up hair down till her shakes eased a little. "Where can I bring you?"
4) Steph needed a suit, or a mask, or something. When she followed her dad's crew, they split in two groups, so she followed the one without her dad because there were more of them. Even though she tried to climb quietly, the fire escape clanked, and Eddie caught her, fist tangled in her jacket and hand between her shoulderblades squashing her to the wall. He thought he'd be all clever, and was offering not to tell her dad if she'd just kiss him, when there was a bright blur and Eddie went down, and there was Robin standing on his back, red-yellow-green suit and great big grin and holy crap he was massive for a kid. If Steph had thighs like that she wouldn't cover them either.
"You ok?" he asked, and she actually said, "yeah," before her brain engaged. "You're Robin!"
"That's me," he said, flexing an arm, and she had to laugh. And kick Eddie. Robin grinned when she did, so she kissed his cheek, but he turned his face into it so his mouth hit hers. And hey, she could go with that.
Too soon, sirens broke through the kiss-haze, and Robin let go of her. "See you 'round," he said, with a wave, and swung off the ground, and Steph waved at him before skedaddling herself.
5) Steph watches her grapple fly up, up, as she falls down, down, and it doesn't fucking hook on anything, and she's falling with nothing under her for over a thousand feet. Everything she's done, all her life, today, she even bagged the bad guy, and she's gonna end up a messy colorful splat---
A big arm around her waist, a tenor laugh in her ear. Superboy. Not that Steph wanted to splat down, but did he have to be the one who saved her bacon? Oh, what the hell, she's alive. She sighs and grabs his shirt to hang on. "Hey, Chick not-Wonder," he says.
"Hey, Superjerk," she replies, and "Thanks," to be polite. He looks shocked by that, and she'd ask if he was raised by wolves, but that's not fair to say to a cloned kid who just saved your ass, even if he is a jerk. He swoops up, towards the top of the cliff where the observatory used to be, and in no time she's on her feet.
He doesn't fly off, though. He hovers around, staring at her, as she pats down her hair and checks her equipment. Finally, she looks up. "What?"
"You--- that was Dr. Light," Superboy says, finally.
"I noticed," Steph says, as the little burns under her suit sting at the reminder. "He's an asshole, and Speedy told me he tried to kill her-- twice-- and someone needed to take him down." She's just glad Batman's black goop worked, though. That and all her tranq darts.
"Yeah," says Superboy again. She's just thinking she heard him the first time when something-- telekinesis?-- brushes her hair back, and Superboy's kissing her, warm like a glow, dry and soft. Steph blinks, and he's floating in front of her again. "You're good," he says, impressed, and flies away.
Steph blinks again, and grins. Maybe next time he'll call her Robin.
Five Things I Wish I Could Get Away With But Know Better Than To Try
1) Giving Gotham Water Taxis. They doubtless have ferries as part of the transit system.
2) Writing an OFC who's an enslaved Tamaranian girl who escapes to Earth and becomes a sex therapist.
3) Writing a story where a Bat develops powers; more specifically, writing a story where Steph becomes "Glow Girl", with the power of Glowy Fists and related light powers.
4) Writing a class-based argument between any two of the characters I write.
5) Writing a long five-part story about the Troubles in the Shire starring two family-tree characters and three OC's.