"Cordelia's been in the game long enough that she can spot a secret identity from a mile away."

"When Kon gets hit with sex pollen, all he wants is Tim."

"Kon can hear Tim's heartbeat from further away than he'll ever admit, tracks it automatically when they're together, and sometimes, even when they're not."

"I hate him." Dick snorts from his seat on the sofa. "You can't hate him, Jay, you've never even met him." "I can and I do," Jason insists, slapping the magazine he's been holding down onto the counter. "Food & Wine thinks he's better than me! Look!"

"You entertain yourself by drawing on your arm with a Sharpie?"

"You remember fun, don't you, Tim?"

Kon has a crisis. Tim wears pajamas.

Kon is bored easily, and Tim is skittish.

How far will Tim go for authenticity?

Tim Wayne, adopted son of Gotham mogul and secret vigilante Bruce Wayne, shows every sign of being his father's true successor - by day, and by night. Tim sets his sights on a valuable Metropolis lab for merger with Wayne Biotech, and all that stands in his way is the city's own rising star: Conner Luthor.

"Shockingly, my skillset is somewhat more diverse than blowing shit up and pissing you off.” Or: the one where Tim gets inked up and it's the best idea he's ever had.

"Dick and Jason are having sex."

Tim is bad at feelings, so he instigates a prank war. It seemed like a good idea at the time.

Vicki Vale has really, really poor timing.

He's never been able to decide if Kon does it on purpose, or by habit. It doesn't bother him. Mostly.

Does the whole 'we can see your eyes now' thing mean you're going to not be a repressed freak anymore?

Three times Bruce was a Batdad to his Batkids.

"If once is an incident, twice is coincidence, and three times is a pattern, what's four?" Tim asked. "A mistake," Jason said between clenched teeth. "A big mistake."

So Artemis Crock is a princess now, apparently. (A Princess Diaries AU.)

Kaldur has a question; the rest of the team does not exactly have answers.

"If he doesn't kill you," X answers, "He makes you stronger."

Storge: An affection based on friendship and similarity. The Storge relationship comes from two friends, building into a romance. The friendship can endure even if the couple breaks up. It is the commitment, not the sex, that is important. Respect and understanding are key. There may be a lack of passion, but there is a lot of intimacy.

Thanks, Gotham side of Tumblr.

Superman decided to try out a new costume. He did not consult the artist. In fairness, he was a little miffed that he'd been drawing weird porn of him, so. Fair's fair.

"Congratulations on making it through one year of high school." Cassie says, holding out a cake, "We're proud of you."

There's a certain twitch in Slade's eye that makes Jason wonder what happened to Tim's previous body guards.

"I'd be doing humanity a favor." Tim grinds out, "And I would get away with it. I could totally get away with it. I've done worse."

"... Bat... man...?" he asked finally. His answer was silence. "Are you... here about the show...? You're here about the show. We're — this is all above-the-board, legally speaking."

Jason's doing it for the cash, or so he tells himself. [Written for the Fluff Week challenge on tumblr.]

Jason is amused whenever she says he's the little brother. Cass is pretty sure she's got at least a month on him. Also being dead doesn't count. Either way, Cass is claiming big sister-hood. It's not like anyone can stop her.

Tim and Kon get together, only to find everyone in the superhero community was in on a betting pool about it.

(Prompt: I want to see Batman acting as a parental figure towards Robin. And to be awesome at it. You could maybe include hugs?) "Batman is looking at him with slightly narrowed eyes that anyone else would be likely to find intimidating, but which Robin knows well enough to interpret as Batman's 'what is the appropriate way to respond to people who are actually remotely normal' face."

Jason, Cass and early Saturday morning grocery shopping.

"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."

“Journalism Club? Oh my GOD Supey that is SO BORING,” Wally marvels.

“If I had known offering him a sandwich because it was four in the morning and he had blood loss would result into having a permanent installation in my house I’d have off’ed him myself.”

"You know." Dick says, when he opens his eyes, "Santa normally eats the cookies."

"Well, it's not exactly polite to tell one's parental figure to go die in a grease fire, is it?"