Ronon watches over Bruce and Logan because Sheppard asks him to do so. Bruce and Tony like having Ronon around. Smut ensues, lots of slashy smut.

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).

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

June as Catwoman.) He steps out of the gloom after she's glared at him for a ten-count. "Catwoman," he says.

Tim and Kon get popped into Earth-16. Their visit is brief, but, has quite the impact.

There are reports of shadowy forces and a copycat Batman in Colorado. Batgirl is sent to investigate, and in the process discovers a new friend, a co-dependent study group, and a place that rivals Arkham Asylum for sheer lunacy.

Because Tim Drake would be a superhero fanboy in any universe.

Angry, traumatized girls. Let's give them more weapons.

The humans are likely taking care of the conversations. Gaila and Kori can attend to much more pleasant diplomatic endeavors.

"Do I look like that much of a damsel in distress to you?"

Jason didn't know who the guy was, but he was clearly off limits. (Jason was never good with limits). Content notes: Warnings for non-graphic violence, Jason being turned on by violence, death of nameless HYDRA agents, references to canon temporary character deaths.

Twenty is probably too young to die, even for a shinobi, but if anyone can kill Sakura with sheer attractiveness, it's Kori.

“Why does the paper say you're dating?” Dick asks, waving the Sunday edition in Bruce's face. Bruce doesn’t let his expression so much as twitch. Dick can sense blood in the water the same way a shark can, and he knows Bruce far too well. “Does it?” he asks mildly.

Jason wrestles the crazy, half-feral ninja to the ground ten blocks from the building he blew up with magic, which means it’s probably a Thursday in Gotham.

“There’s a Lantern out here?” Hal asks incredulously.

In a world of scientifically proven psychic abilities, the practitioners - the so-called Talents - are called on to serve the public good. This is never more true than in Gotham, where the Wayne Parapsychic Institute works diligently for justice and peace in what is otherwise a mecca of rogue Talents. Bruce Wayne is one of the most powerful Talents on record; a Prime. So are all his children. All, that is, except for Tim Drake; a winged donkey to their high-flying Pegasus. Fed up with the constant reminders that he will never be able to catch up to their flight into the stars and beyond, he leaves. Trying to put the shattered pieces of his life together, he comes across Jason Todd; former member of the Wayne Parapsychic Institute and a powerhouse in terms of Talent, alive in an asylum years after everyone assumed him dead. Tim is determined to help Jason find a way back. Jason might end up teaching him a way forward.

Jason Todd is a fourteen year old Sentinel, struggling with senses, his place in the world and a legacy he's more than half convinced he'll never, ever live up to. Time Drake is an eleven year old Guide who can't connect with people, watches heroes from afar and yearns for more than a life of empty echoes and loneliness. One night, on a rooftop in Gotham, two unlikely souls meet.

There's a heatwave in Gotham and Tim is suffering. Danny's there to lend a helping hand, but uh. Tim grabs hold. And won't let go. This could be a problem, but Danny's just gonna roll with it and see what happens. Maybe he'll even get a very hot guy's number at the end of the day.