There's something different about the weight of these eyes. Something that makes Jason sit up and take notice.

Sometimes, announcing something can be done without any words being spoken.

Tim's got a lot of revenge to plan for this.

Tim knows his taste in music is a little eclectic.

Gotham can be finicky about some things.

Jason's not sure why he's the only one who can see the kid in the worn hoodie holding a camera.

Bruce really had no one else to blame but himself for allowing them to go to Vegas. What else was he expecting them to do?

Tim doesn't encourage the public, they do it themselves.

Good morning, Gotham! Do I ever have some juicy gossip to share with you today! You will never believe what the Waynes have been up to now!

Tim sleeps in the attic every Christmas Eve. It doesn't really mean much, it's just habit by now.

He teams up with Red Hood Tuesday nights for patrol, and while it's not quite the date Tim could want it's what he'll take.

Nothing good has ever come from Steph and Dick plotting together. Nothing.

The request for help was coded enough that it was understood exactly how deep Tim and Cassandra were undercover. Dick's still surprised by how far under they are.

Jason had thought that putting Tim in a dress and forcing him into the public would be a good show. He's right. Just not in the way he'd thought.

Tim doesn't expect his time in the hospital to be very eventful.

Tim never was one for sharing his plans with others.

Tim, apparently, really likes peppermint. Much to the detriment of others around him when he gets his hands on some.

Jason's gone and Tim finds that he's the only one who thinks it wasn't on purpose.

Jason tilts his head and stares at the innocuous post it notes on his fridge.

It's not until after he's pulled the whole thing off that Jason realizes what a stupid move it was.

The Replacement, Jason realizes with more than a little dread, is hot.

Tim's worked at a different haunted house every year since he was nine. He's seen everything from charities to con fronts in his time and isn't really impressed by it anymore. The Bat Cave is on a whole other level though.

Drabbles inspired by the Texts From Last Night website.

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Jason has opinions about both Hamlet and bullying, and is willing to express those opinions with words. Or his fists. Whichever is the best weapon at the time. It's all the same in the end to him.

It's the hazards of having so many omegas in close proximity for so long. They tend to synch up.

It's easy to be brave when you're not alone, and the hardest part of going into school the next day for Cullen is when Harper leaves to go to her own classes.

"This is why you didn't tell me, isn't it," John said.

"Hey, Birdboy, what're you wearing?"

Five times someone assumed Lydia was straight and one time someone assumed she was gay.

Batman is very happy with the way that Robin has picked up his training, his methods and his habits. Generally. But his protege showing up at the Batcave with two small children, Tim and Jason, clinging to him proves he's adopted one trait Batman would have rather he hadn't. It seems the batfamily has an incurable penchant for picking up strays, and Tim and Jason are only the beginning.

Kon has a crisis. Tim wears pajamas.

"On the bright side," Dick says as he shimmies down the building, "You didn't raise a group of homicidal, raging, vengeful killers and sociopaths so much as you raised a group of emotionally-volatile, obsessive, spiteful vigilantes and paper pushers."

Krypto likes to take care of Kon as much as Kon likes to take care of Krypto. When Kon is hungry, Krypto fetches him food. When Kon is sleepy, Krypto fetches him blankets. And when Kon is horny, Krypto fetches him Tim. Which leaves Kon the not-so-fun job of awkwardly explaining to Red Robin why he's been dragged to Smallville in the middle of the night by a well-meaning superdog.

Tim Drake has lost everything. His father, his best friend, his mentor, and his mantle. He loses himself, until help comes in the form of a woman with a soft spot for Strays.

The second time Derek and Stiles meet is in a gay bar. A wizarding gay bar. It's very sparkly. Series

Clint and Natasha ruin Christmas.

Steve leaned over to peer into the bathroom. Even the tub was heart-shaped. And full of rose petals. “We’ve got to give them points for consistency?”

Steve hadn't asked Sam why he'd come along, but if he did, Sam could tell him that hanging out with him was just plain relaxing.

The party was sprawled across nine different rooms, and Kris ended up getting detoured half a dozen times before he finally managed to track down the bar and get Adam and Katy's drinks and a beer for him.

Tim's never regretted his decision to go to Barbara Gordon when Batman began to fall apart after Robin's death. He does reserve the right to complain when strange men in masks begin to use him as an intermediary for Oracle though. Series

Sam folded his arms and glared at him. “Okay, you know what, now I’m starting to think you’re not even trying.”

Kuranosuke keeps a small lifetime in a handful of bottles on his dresser.

"Merida makes a friend."

Stiles is...endowed. Derek...likes it.

“What are you trying to do?” Lydia asks finally. “Fix Derek,” Stiles says, not bothering to dissemble – Lydia's been lied to enough. “You know, before someone or something else tries to use him.

“The mage's spell seems to have changed your sex.” Derek inhales raggedly, then slowly looks down at his chest—at his breasts.

“Won’t you tell me what’s wrong, Gizheurann?” Mom asks when she finds you sobbing beneath the apple tree. The sound of your name only makes you cry harder. You hate it, like you hate everything about yourself, right now. Stiles has always thought he was under a curse. Fortunately or unfortunately, he's not the only one. Originally written for Mating Games challenge #5.

“I don’t know what you’ve heard but I’m really not into bondage on a first date,” Clint sneered. “You could at least buy me dinner or something.” He grinned, baring his teeth like a snarl. The smiley ones didn’t really like it when he was a smart ass, and maybe he could provoke the guy into making a mistake. The suit didn’t react beyond a twitch at the corner of his mouth. He shut the door behind him and approached, setting the stack of files down on the table.

Stiles always figured it would be Scott who saw him through his first heat. They pinky-swore on it, in fact, when they were eleven and newly-presented. There haven’t exactly been an abundance of offers between then and now. What there is now, though, is the pack, and pack takes care of each other.