Arthur, Eames, and Tim Drake, in a Canadian shack. This was started as a series of comment-fills for [personal profile] aphelant, [personal profile] anatsuno and [personal profile] puckling, and continued because I am fucking cold and reading about huddling for warmth makes me feel better. This is a sequel to my Eames/Dick Grayson fic, Walkover. If you are not familiar with Dick Grayson and Tim Drake, you....don't actually need to know that much about them, other than that they were both at one time Robin to Bruce Wayne's Batman. Looks-wise, in my head at least Tim looks like a young JGL, and Dick Grayson looks like Santiago Cabrera (Lancelot in Merlin).

Yeah, Idk. But I have an longstanding need to slash Dick Grayson with other pretty people. And [personal profile] puckling pointed out some similarities between Tim Drake (my favourite Robin) and Arthur, and then this happened.

"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!"

How far will Tim go for authenticity?

Kon is bored easily, and Tim is skittish.

Kon has a crisis. Tim wears pajamas.

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

Three times Bruce was a Batdad to his Batkids.

"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.

Tim Drake’s snapchat is 90% him making Bruce Wayne do normal middle-class American things and filming the results.

"I was thinking post patrol sex. You in?"

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

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.

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

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

"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."

Jason, Cass and early Saturday morning grocery shopping.

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

"... 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."

"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."

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

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.

A collection of side conversations & scenes in the Ain't No Compass universe that don't quite fit into the main storyline. Basically just an excuse for me to introduce Theo to all my favorite DC characters, let's be honest. +++ CPS: When I asked for backup, this is not what I had in mind Nightwing: He was available and he owes me a favor CPS: He's an assassin Nightwing: Yeah, okay, fair Deathstroke: I'm standing right here