Boys and Girls (and Women)
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notafraidofyouDick rolled into a handstand, and took about a dozen steps across the Cave floor before dropping back to his feet, righting himself. He grinned at Tim and waved an arm at him. "Your turn."
Tim gave him an incredulous look. “Are you kidding?”
"We can try the tight rope again, if you'd rather."
“You hate me. Why do you hate me? What’d I ever do to you?”
Dick gave him a wounded look. "Hey! I'm sparing you from an afternoon of forensics training with Bruce. I thought I was doing you a favor."
He made a face. “Okay, yeah. But you can’t laugh at me when I fall over.” He rolled carefully into a handstand, and took a few halting steps on his hands. “Hey, Dick?”
"When do I ever--don't answer that," Dick said, grinning. "Tighten your abs, it'll help. And try keeping your legs together. What?"
“Mnerg,” he grumbled, trying to follow Dick’s instructions. He wobbled a little, but managed a few more steps. “What would you do if you woke up as a girl?”
Dick blinked and turned his head sideways to better look at Tim's face. "Well, I'd wonder why I also lost several years of my life and didn't wake up as a woman instead."
He rolled his eyes, making a face, and toppled over. “Ugh. You made me lose my concentration. A woman, then.”
Dick grinned, biting back a laugh and shrugged. "Sorry. Try again. I guess I'd try to figure out how to undo it. Why?"
“I mean right away. What would you do first?”
Dick eyed him thoughtfully. "I think I'd wonder if I was dreaming, or having some kind of out-of-body experience. And probably say a lot of words not meant for young ears."
He scoffed quietly as he rolled into another handstand. “It’s not like I’ve never heard them before.”
"I meant mine."
He laughed, tumbling out of the handstand again and lying on his back to grin up at the roof of the Cave. “Hm. You’re right. Better shield yourself from that kind of language.”
"I'm very impressionable," Dick replied with a sniff. He poked Tim in the ribs with his toes. "So what would you do?"
“Scream,” he said promptly. “Then scream again when I heard how high my voice was.”
Dick laughed, poking him again. "Given this a lot of thought, have you?"
“Stop that,” he said, squirming a little. “And—yeah. Weirder things have happened, right?”
"True." He poked him one last time for good measure. "But why the sudden preoccupation with the fairer sex?"
He batted at Dick’s foot. “I’m not preoccupied. I was just curious.”
Dick rolled his eyes. "Uh huh. Get up, try again." He rolled into a handstand of his own, and waited for Tim to follow suit. "What would you do after you finished screaming?"
Tim sighed and pushed himself into a handstand to match Dick’s. “I dunno.” He balanced on one hand and gestured to his flat chest. “Probably wouldn’t have to worry about this much—being as I’d be a girl.”
Dick grinned, walking backwards on his hands away from Tim, just a few short steps. “I don’t know, kiddo. Girls mature faster than boys, after all.”
He glared a little, walking toward him on his hands. “That is not even a little funny. Come closer so I can get you for that.”
Dick took several steps away, keeping himself just out of reach. "No way. You'll have to catch me, squirt."
“Ngh—hold still!” He set his jaw and moved resolutely toward him, wobbling a few times, but managing to keep his balance.
“Alfred says it’s physically impossible for me to hold still,” Dick replied with a sharp grin, continuing to lead Tim across the Cave floor.
“I don’t believe you—stop moving!”
"Now, Tim. Would I lie to you?"
“In a heartbeat,” he grumbled, racing across the Cave after him, as fast as his hands would carry him.
“Oh, ye of little faith!” Dick cried, speeding up to avoid Tim, grinning ever wider. “I’m hurt. Wounded, even.”
“Not yet you’re not.” He flipped to his feet and tackled him, poking at his ribs. “Ha!” he shouted triumphantly.
Dick collapsed to the ground, laughing and letting Tim sit on him. He poked him in the ribs in return, shaking his head. "All right, all right. You got me. You also just ran on your hands."
He blinked, sitting back on Dick’s stomach. “…Huh. I wasn’t paying attention.”
Dick folded his arms under his head, beaming up at him. “You don’t say? So—you not only walked on your hands, but you ran, and without even thinking about it?”
Tim poked him sharply in the ribs. “Working so much with you had to pay off eventually.”
Dick batted his hand away, smirking. "Admit it, you're impressed."
“You are nowhere near as cool as you think you are.”
He reached up and flicked his finger against the center of Tim's forehead. "I meant impressed with yourself, dork, but I do beg to differ. I'm way cooler than I think I am."
He made a face. “Ow. Stoppit. I guess I did okay.”
Dick flicked his finger once more. “You did better than okay, twerp. Want to try again?”
“…Maybe.”
Dick grinned and pushed Tim off of him, twisting and pushing himself into another handstand. “Come on, we’ll race. I’ll even give you a headstart.”
Tim Drake/Robin II, Dick Grayson/Nightwing
DC Animated Universe
905 Words
Tim Drake and Dick Grayson are the property of DC comics and Warner Brothers Entertainment. No infringement intended.
Tim gave him an incredulous look. “Are you kidding?”
"We can try the tight rope again, if you'd rather."
“You hate me. Why do you hate me? What’d I ever do to you?”
Dick gave him a wounded look. "Hey! I'm sparing you from an afternoon of forensics training with Bruce. I thought I was doing you a favor."
He made a face. “Okay, yeah. But you can’t laugh at me when I fall over.” He rolled carefully into a handstand, and took a few halting steps on his hands. “Hey, Dick?”
"When do I ever--don't answer that," Dick said, grinning. "Tighten your abs, it'll help. And try keeping your legs together. What?"
“Mnerg,” he grumbled, trying to follow Dick’s instructions. He wobbled a little, but managed a few more steps. “What would you do if you woke up as a girl?”
Dick blinked and turned his head sideways to better look at Tim's face. "Well, I'd wonder why I also lost several years of my life and didn't wake up as a woman instead."
He rolled his eyes, making a face, and toppled over. “Ugh. You made me lose my concentration. A woman, then.”
Dick grinned, biting back a laugh and shrugged. "Sorry. Try again. I guess I'd try to figure out how to undo it. Why?"
“I mean right away. What would you do first?”
Dick eyed him thoughtfully. "I think I'd wonder if I was dreaming, or having some kind of out-of-body experience. And probably say a lot of words not meant for young ears."
He scoffed quietly as he rolled into another handstand. “It’s not like I’ve never heard them before.”
"I meant mine."
He laughed, tumbling out of the handstand again and lying on his back to grin up at the roof of the Cave. “Hm. You’re right. Better shield yourself from that kind of language.”
"I'm very impressionable," Dick replied with a sniff. He poked Tim in the ribs with his toes. "So what would you do?"
“Scream,” he said promptly. “Then scream again when I heard how high my voice was.”
Dick laughed, poking him again. "Given this a lot of thought, have you?"
“Stop that,” he said, squirming a little. “And—yeah. Weirder things have happened, right?”
"True." He poked him one last time for good measure. "But why the sudden preoccupation with the fairer sex?"
He batted at Dick’s foot. “I’m not preoccupied. I was just curious.”
Dick rolled his eyes. "Uh huh. Get up, try again." He rolled into a handstand of his own, and waited for Tim to follow suit. "What would you do after you finished screaming?"
Tim sighed and pushed himself into a handstand to match Dick’s. “I dunno.” He balanced on one hand and gestured to his flat chest. “Probably wouldn’t have to worry about this much—being as I’d be a girl.”
Dick grinned, walking backwards on his hands away from Tim, just a few short steps. “I don’t know, kiddo. Girls mature faster than boys, after all.”
He glared a little, walking toward him on his hands. “That is not even a little funny. Come closer so I can get you for that.”
Dick took several steps away, keeping himself just out of reach. "No way. You'll have to catch me, squirt."
“Ngh—hold still!” He set his jaw and moved resolutely toward him, wobbling a few times, but managing to keep his balance.
“Alfred says it’s physically impossible for me to hold still,” Dick replied with a sharp grin, continuing to lead Tim across the Cave floor.
“I don’t believe you—stop moving!”
"Now, Tim. Would I lie to you?"
“In a heartbeat,” he grumbled, racing across the Cave after him, as fast as his hands would carry him.
“Oh, ye of little faith!” Dick cried, speeding up to avoid Tim, grinning ever wider. “I’m hurt. Wounded, even.”
“Not yet you’re not.” He flipped to his feet and tackled him, poking at his ribs. “Ha!” he shouted triumphantly.
Dick collapsed to the ground, laughing and letting Tim sit on him. He poked him in the ribs in return, shaking his head. "All right, all right. You got me. You also just ran on your hands."
He blinked, sitting back on Dick’s stomach. “…Huh. I wasn’t paying attention.”
Dick folded his arms under his head, beaming up at him. “You don’t say? So—you not only walked on your hands, but you ran, and without even thinking about it?”
Tim poked him sharply in the ribs. “Working so much with you had to pay off eventually.”
Dick batted his hand away, smirking. "Admit it, you're impressed."
“You are nowhere near as cool as you think you are.”
He reached up and flicked his finger against the center of Tim's forehead. "I meant impressed with yourself, dork, but I do beg to differ. I'm way cooler than I think I am."
He made a face. “Ow. Stoppit. I guess I did okay.”
Dick flicked his finger once more. “You did better than okay, twerp. Want to try again?”
“…Maybe.”
Dick grinned and pushed Tim off of him, twisting and pushing himself into another handstand. “Come on, we’ll race. I’ll even give you a headstart.”
Tim Drake/Robin II, Dick Grayson/Nightwing
DC Animated Universe
905 Words
Tim Drake and Dick Grayson are the property of DC comics and Warner Brothers Entertainment. No infringement intended.
