browngirl

So I'm so excited to post something this month, when I thought I wouldn't, that here I go posting on a Sunday. *laughs at myself*

From an idea given me by

petronelle some while ago.

Title: The Lady and the Tiger
Fandom: DC Comics, Batfamily / Deathstroke
Threesome: Batgirl/Deathstroke/Robin I (Babs/Dick/Slade)
Word Count: 250
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 or so.

Babs is cursing, the most beautiful sound Dick's heard all week. Even if, especially because, she's using a language he doesn't know, maybe Cantonese. He lies naked, arm over his eyes, listening to thuds and crashes and her angry voice, and wonders if she'll kick the door in.

She does, a wonderful noise. "Get up, you absolute fucking braindead---"

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

"I didn't know we were expecting company," Slade says, having appeared in the doorway. Dick was watching the doorway behind Babs' beautiful silhouette, and Slade still came out of nowhere.

Babs spins as Dick lunges up, arm out, shouting "Wait!"

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 remotely real. 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, up to Slade, 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. Slade's teeth are showing in his grin, and when he sets his big, big hand on Babs' narrow waist, Dick's breath stops in his throat.