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DCU/DCnU
Letters from Alternate Universes
Tim Drake, Stephanie Brown
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Prompt: DCU, Tim Drake/Steph Brown, DCnU Tim finds letters from a girl he doesn't remember, but he wishes he did.
1086 words
The first letter appeared - inexplicably - at his window, tied to a brick and labeled "Alvin Draper" in an unfamiliar scrawl. Tim's first thought was that it was some type of threat. His second thought was that it was some kind of joke. (His third was that maybe, just maybe, he was becoming a little too paranoid.)
After a trip to the Batcave turned up no traces of tricks, traps, or otherwise nefarious devices (only a set of fingerprints that led to another dead-end) he untied the knots and carefully peeled back the edge of the envelope.
Dear "Alvin Draper",
See what I did there? With the name - which, by the way, I am totally air-quoting even though you can't see me - and the brick? Yeah, I know, "misty water-coloured memories" they are not, but the consensus was that it was better to send the letter attached to something kinda solid so it didn't get lost in the time-stream/rip-in-the-fabric-of-the-uni
So. Anyway. This is basically a letter to say "Hey guys, we're totally still alive and kicking even if we've been cordoned off in some kind of alternate universe situation." And by "we" I mean Cass, Wally, Donna, and yours truly, amongst others. We're working on a way to get out of whatever-this-is ASAP back to the real world. Or maybe you're the ones who are stuck in the alternate universe, have you thought of that?
Stephanie Brown, ladies and gentlemen: blowing minds since 1992.
(Okay, who am I kidding. Of course you've thought of that. Tell Damian to wipe that smirk off his face if he's reading this over your shoulder. Then tell him Cass sends her love and see if he turns red and tease him mercilessly to the end of time on my behalf, but only if he doesn't have any knives currently at his disposal. Get Alfred in on the action too!)
Right, back on topic: The Escape Plan. Kind of DOA at the moment, hence the distress signal aka letter-tied-to-brick. Not that we're in any major danger here, it's just kind of like living in purgatory: boring and not much to punch. Not exactly the charmed life, you know? And hey, if anyone can figure it out, it's the Boy Wonder! Or Dr. Mid-Nite-lite aka Red Robin / whatever you go by now.
(Also, just to prepare you for when you inevitably find a way over to help our sorry butts out, "Red Robin" is totally some sort of family diner chain here. Just sayin'.)
(Also #2: We DID send "MAYDAY" signals to Bruce-Bats, Dick-Bats (... that sounds wrong, but alas the permanence of ink!) and Supes as well, but I'm throwing my support behind you as the dark horse. The odds work out so that if you get here first, I'll make a killing in the betting pool so we can split the winnings. Okay, seriously, I'm joking! Stop frowning at me across that rip in time/space!)
Anyway Tim, just do that thing you do and figure out how to bring us home. Cass and I... we miss you guys. Even Damian. A tiny, miniscule, need-to-use-a-microscope-to-see-it amount. Tell O we're not causing too much trouble and that I'm sure she'll be pleased to know Cass can still kick my ass in a game of rooftop-tag.
Aaaaaaaaaand to end this on an appropriate note, as a famous space-princess once said (and I'm paraphrasing here) "Help us Obi-wan Kenobi! You're our only hope!"
See you soon!
(Ever the optimist, that's me!)
Steph aka Spoiler aka Robin (yeah, you heard me!) aka Batgirl
PS: Being stuck here means I've had a lot of time to think about you. Us. And don't get me wrong, we both have our share of blame for the drama-tastic times, and no one could forget that without suffering from amnesia. But there were some good times too, and somehow I think being stuck here in semi-bizarro-land is even more sucky without you.
Pinching the bridge of his nose to ward off the confused swirl of emotions and thoughts in his head, Tim started to systematically sort through the information in the letter. This girl, this Stephanie Brown, claimed to be a Robin and a Batgirl. She was privy to a lot of information about the Bat-family, which was a point of concern in itself. But the whole tone of her letter was almost... fond. Familiar. Like she really had a personal connection with all of them.
With him.
The way she made it sound, they had a history. He couldn't tell whether it was more-good-than-bad or more-bad-than-good, but definitely a history.
Of course there was the option that it could be a trap. A needlessly convoluted trap, but it wasn't like he'd never come across those before. Still, if this person knew all their secret identities already, why not target them directly? Why create some fake persona with a fake "crisis" to lure them out?
But if it was real, why couldn't he remember anything about this girl? Sure, "alternate universes" could explain that away, but he wasn't really going to believe that, was he?
Shaking his head, he read the letter again, parsing every sentence, dissecting every word choice. She sounded friendly. Fun. Stubborn maybe, and able to give as good as she got. Someone who'd had their share of troubles but was still positive. Someone who sounded like she knew him as well as she expected him to know her, secret identity and all.
She sounded like someone who - if she really had been a part of his life at some point - he'd want to remember.
... okay, so it could still be a trap. Doesn't mean it's not worth investigating and at least he's got some kind of starting-point with this crazy alternate universes theory.
Fifteen minutes later he's back in the Batcave armed with enough snacks and caffeine to last him a night of dedicated info-gathering. "Okay," he said half to himself, half to this mysterious Stephanie Brown, "Let's hope the Force is with me on this one."
Letters from Alternate Universes
Tim Drake, Stephanie Brown
Written for
comment_ficPosted here.
Prompt: DCU, Tim Drake/Steph Brown, DCnU Tim finds letters from a girl he doesn't remember, but he wishes he did.
1086 words
The first letter appeared - inexplicably - at his window, tied to a brick and labeled "Alvin Draper" in an unfamiliar scrawl. Tim's first thought was that it was some type of threat. His second thought was that it was some kind of joke. (His third was that maybe, just maybe, he was becoming a little too paranoid.)
After a trip to the Batcave turned up no traces of tricks, traps, or otherwise nefarious devices (only a set of fingerprints that led to another dead-end) he untied the knots and carefully peeled back the edge of the envelope.
Dear "Alvin Draper",
See what I did there? With the name - which, by the way, I am totally air-quoting even though you can't see me - and the brick? Yeah, I know, "misty water-coloured memories" they are not, but the consensus was that it was better to send the letter attached to something kinda solid so it didn't get lost in the time-stream/rip-in-the-fabric-of-the-uni
So. Anyway. This is basically a letter to say "Hey guys, we're totally still alive and kicking even if we've been cordoned off in some kind of alternate universe situation." And by "we" I mean Cass, Wally, Donna, and yours truly, amongst others. We're working on a way to get out of whatever-this-is ASAP back to the real world. Or maybe you're the ones who are stuck in the alternate universe, have you thought of that?
Stephanie Brown, ladies and gentlemen: blowing minds since 1992.
(Okay, who am I kidding. Of course you've thought of that. Tell Damian to wipe that smirk off his face if he's reading this over your shoulder. Then tell him Cass sends her love and see if he turns red and tease him mercilessly to the end of time on my behalf, but only if he doesn't have any knives currently at his disposal. Get Alfred in on the action too!)
Right, back on topic: The Escape Plan. Kind of DOA at the moment, hence the distress signal aka letter-tied-to-brick. Not that we're in any major danger here, it's just kind of like living in purgatory: boring and not much to punch. Not exactly the charmed life, you know? And hey, if anyone can figure it out, it's the Boy Wonder! Or Dr. Mid-Nite-lite aka Red Robin / whatever you go by now.
(Also, just to prepare you for when you inevitably find a way over to help our sorry butts out, "Red Robin" is totally some sort of family diner chain here. Just sayin'.)
(Also #2: We DID send "MAYDAY" signals to Bruce-Bats, Dick-Bats (... that sounds wrong, but alas the permanence of ink!) and Supes as well, but I'm throwing my support behind you as the dark horse. The odds work out so that if you get here first, I'll make a killing in the betting pool so we can split the winnings. Okay, seriously, I'm joking! Stop frowning at me across that rip in time/space!)
Anyway Tim, just do that thing you do and figure out how to bring us home. Cass and I... we miss you guys. Even Damian. A tiny, miniscule, need-to-use-a-microscope-to-see-it amount. Tell O we're not causing too much trouble and that I'm sure she'll be pleased to know Cass can still kick my ass in a game of rooftop-tag.
Aaaaaaaaaand to end this on an appropriate note, as a famous space-princess once said (and I'm paraphrasing here) "Help us Obi-wan Kenobi! You're our only hope!"
See you soon!
(Ever the optimist, that's me!)
Steph aka Spoiler aka Robin (yeah, you heard me!) aka Batgirl
PS: Being stuck here means I've had a lot of time to think about you. Us. And don't get me wrong, we both have our share of blame for the drama-tastic times, and no one could forget that without suffering from amnesia. But there were some good times too, and somehow I think being stuck here in semi-bizarro-land is even more sucky without you.
Pinching the bridge of his nose to ward off the confused swirl of emotions and thoughts in his head, Tim started to systematically sort through the information in the letter. This girl, this Stephanie Brown, claimed to be a Robin and a Batgirl. She was privy to a lot of information about the Bat-family, which was a point of concern in itself. But the whole tone of her letter was almost... fond. Familiar. Like she really had a personal connection with all of them.
With him.
The way she made it sound, they had a history. He couldn't tell whether it was more-good-than-bad or more-bad-than-good, but definitely a history.
Of course there was the option that it could be a trap. A needlessly convoluted trap, but it wasn't like he'd never come across those before. Still, if this person knew all their secret identities already, why not target them directly? Why create some fake persona with a fake "crisis" to lure them out?
But if it was real, why couldn't he remember anything about this girl? Sure, "alternate universes" could explain that away, but he wasn't really going to believe that, was he?
Shaking his head, he read the letter again, parsing every sentence, dissecting every word choice. She sounded friendly. Fun. Stubborn maybe, and able to give as good as she got. Someone who'd had their share of troubles but was still positive. Someone who sounded like she knew him as well as she expected him to know her, secret identity and all.
She sounded like someone who - if she really had been a part of his life at some point - he'd want to remember.
... okay, so it could still be a trap. Doesn't mean it's not worth investigating and at least he's got some kind of starting-point with this crazy alternate universes theory.
Fifteen minutes later he's back in the Batcave armed with enough snacks and caffeine to last him a night of dedicated info-gathering. "Okay," he said half to himself, half to this mysterious Stephanie Brown, "Let's hope the Force is with me on this one."
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Cool! And, yeah, seems like everyone's going to Tumblr these days. And haha, no worries, fandom-y or not, it's all good. :)
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