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Rules to Live By

Rules to Live By

I don’t own the Titans, the Bat-crew, or anything of that nature. I have cruddy luck like that.

Author: Dimitri Aidan
Rating: Dunno…PG? Pg-13?
Pairings: Robin/Arsenal, implied Gar/Vic.
Series: Rules to Live By Drabbles
Warnings: Well…there is no way in hell these could ever happen without massive amounts of bloodshed/therapy. They’re just strange and fairly nonsensical drabble. Rejoice in the insanity.
Notes: Just one of the multi-fandom drabbles I’m doing based on random ‘rules’ I live by that amuse me.


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Twenty Nine
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It’s not that I don’t adore you, but I will never touch you in public because your brothers are scary

Roy stared, wondering if he should be as worried as he was. Then again, considering who he was dealing with, maybe he wasn’t worried enough.

Dick glared at him from behind his mask and Jason just frowned. Tim didn’t look concerned and was watching the other two with something between amusement and indifference. Or at least that’s what Roy thought was going on there; while he was adept at figuring out Nightwing’s expressions, Robin was a good deal harder to read. Jason shifted his weight slightly and Roy swallowed.

He probably wasn’t worried enough. Dick wouldn’t hurt him, much, because Dick loved him in that platonic ‘I would never kill you for making the moves on my kind-of younger brother’ way they had, but Jason…well Jason was psychotic. Roy didn’t think that as an insult, but rather as something that had been confirmed by everyone who crossed paths with Jason (and managed to limp away from the experience.) Jason was dangerous.

“I have a kid, you can’t kill me.”

Tim turned and looked up at him, face blank, before putting a hand over his eyes and letting loose that ‘Jesus, I’m dating a moron’ sigh that he’d perfected and Roy still wasn’t sure how to react to. Dick snorted. Jason just blinked.

Roy was hoping that was a good sign.



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Thirty
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Rule Thirty: I don’t care how cute you think he is, don’t make out with your barely legal boyfriend on the couch.

Superboy blinked then looked around the living room as if waiting for someone to tell him what to do next. Unfortunately no one else was present which meant he had to cope with this sudden problem on his own.

Robin, his best friend and leader (Totally not in the weird sci-fi way that sounded, thanks) was rather enthusiastically swapping spit with Arsenal. Arsenal! The only Titan with a worse reputation with Nightwing and it wasn’t like reputations meant anything or that Tim should base who he choose to make out with based on who else they may have slept with in the past but…

Had he mentioned Arsenal? The guy who had a kid of his own with a sociopathic, but extremely hot, assassin chick and was one of the first Titans?

He was kind of old. Not Batman-old or anything, but still.

This was just weird. Really weird. Even weirder than that time he’d seen Vic and Gar…no. No. Not thinking about that.

He was going home. He had a headache and things that could give people like him headaches were just not meant to be dealt with.

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