A Meme for Tuesday

[browngirl]

I've done this meme before, but it's fun, so why not do it again?

If you make up titles for stories I didn't write, I will respond with details of those non-written stories. Just think of the possibilities! (If you'd like to include details you'd like, pairings or fandom or something, you can do that too.)

Comments

[petronelle.livejournal.com]

I just got done rereading 'The Lady and the Tiger,' and god, I am so glad you were brave enough to really *go* for the Babs/Dick/Slade, because you make it sing.

[rubynye.livejournal.com]

(My first reaction was that you have more faith in me than I do in myself. But I thought I'd try.)

Babs' cursing is the most beautiful sound Dick has heard all day, even if, especially because, she's cursing in a language he doesn't know. Possibly Turkish or a relative. He lies with his arm over his eyes, listening to thuds and crashes and her cursing getting closer, and wonders if she'll kick the door in.

She does. It sounds wonderful. "Get up, you absolutely braindead---"

He could listen to her curse for awhile, but they don't have time. "Hi, Batgirl. I'd love to, but I can't." He shakes his ankle so the chain jingles. "It's great to see you, and I'm really fine, but you'd probably go before---"

"I didn't know we were expecting company," Slade says, having appeared in the doorway. Dick was watching the doorway behind Babs' wonderful silhouette, and Slade still came out of nowhere. Babs turns and Dick sits up, arm out, saying "Wait!" to both of them.

Neither of them listens. But they don't attack each other. Babs smiles, Dick can see it in the side of her face. It's not a real smile. It's still very pretty. "Let him go," she says pleasantly.

Slade laughs, full and rich. "You can't just walk in here and ask for things, pretty Bat."

"Who said I was asking?" Babs takes a step, cocking her hip. It's a lovely movement, of course, but it doesn't distract Dick from the fact that he's starting to get worried.

[petronelle.livejournal.com]

I have immense faith in you because you tend to come through, one way or the other.

Your Babs makes me beam like a woman in love. I worry about them, but I worry happily.

[katarik.livejournal.com]

!!!

Petra -- and I -- have about as much faith in you as you give us reason to, which means *tons*, and you do absolutely nothing to disprove it.

!!!