gothams3rdrobin | Posting the start of a fic...

Hey all...

I've been working on this fic for about six months now....not happy with it, 'cause I just can't write action scenes....*wry grin*

Wanted some feedback, so I thought I'd open it up to you guys. Let me know what you think?

It's untitled at the moment, but it's set in the Bat-verse, and is Tim/Cass.

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“Aww nuts…”

What’s the matter, Tim?”

I looked up from staring at my cell phone, and saw Cassandra Cain, otherwise known as Batgirl, approaching. We’d been training in the Batcave, and I’d come upstairs to the kitchen to make a snack while she showered.

“I had a message on my phone,” I said, watching her towel her hair dry, “It was Ives, a friend from Gotham Heights High.” Cass nodded to indicate that she knew who I was referring to, “He wants me to go to a Doctor Who convention with him and his girlfriend.”

Cass’s eyes lit up, “Doctor Who? I watch that on cable tv!”

I stared at her in amazement, “You’re a Doctor Who fan?”

She nodded her head vigorously, “I come with you to convention?” she asked earnestly. She still sometimes forgets how to speak properly when she gets excited.

“Umm, sure, Cass,” I agreed, secretly relieved at the prospect of not being the third wheel tagging along with Ives and his girlfriend, “But there’s just one problem – it’s in London. I don’t know if Bruce will let us both go.” Cass’s earnest, hopeful expression faded into disappointment.

“Why don’t we ask anyway?” I suggested, not wanting to see her so sad, “We’ve nothing to lose.” Her eyes brightened at that suggestion, and she beamed at me. I couldn’t help but smile back.

“No. Absolutely not.”

“But Bruce-“

“But Bruce, nothing. I can’t let both of you go to London.”

“Oh come on, Bruce – it’s only for a weekend!” came the voice of Barbara Gordon, also known to us as Oracle, through the Batcave’s communication system. “Give them a few days off for good behaviour, so they can be kids for a change.” She grinned at me encouragingly through the viewscreen.

“And just who will cover their patrols?” Batman demanded, no doubt irritable at having his decisions challenged.

“I can do that,” Dick Grayson, my ‘Big Brother’ Nightwing, leaned into view from behind Babs. He was obviously visiting her, “Bludhaven can manage without me for a few days.”

“I have to agree, sir,” piped up Alfred, “It will do the young Sir and Miss the power of good to partake in some…normal activities for a short time.”

Batman growled, knowing when he was beaten.

“Great!” I grinned, “I’ll just go upstairs and let Ives know to get an extra ticket”

“I had better not have reason to regret this.” I heard Bruce say, to no-one and everyone at the same time. I chuckled all the way up the stairs.

“Cass, quit fidgeting!” I snapped for the umpteenth time in the last hour.

“Can’t help it,” she grumbled, “Uncomfortable.”

“We’ll be there in a couple of hours,” I sighed, “Why don’t you try and get some sleep?”

“Ok Tim.” She pulled her legs up close and then, to my surprise, snuggled her head on my shoulder and closed her eyes. I was somewhat unsettled by the sudden increase in familiarity, but had to admit it wasn’t at all unpleasant.

“Is she always this grouchy?” Ives’ girlfriend Callie asked, quietly.

“Only when she’s been cooped up in a plane for six hours,” I responded, a little defensively, “She hasn’t flown much.”

“Where is she from? She doesn’t speak much English.”

“Never taught how to speak,” Cass replied, keeping her eyes closed, “Tim helping to teach me.”

Callie’s face reddened in embarrassment, and she turned back to the in-flight movie. I sighed, hoping this wasn’t an indication of how the weekend would turn out.