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Title: The Curse of Aine
Author: D.L.SchizoAuthoress /schizoauthoress
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Nothing that I can think of. Timeline is vague.
Warnings: Gender-bender which will eventually lead to twisty het. (This chapter is clear of that...)
Prompt: DCU, girl!Jason Todd/Dick Grayson, "Grayson, if you don't stop laughing-!"
Word Count: 1008
Summary: Jason gets on a goddess's bad side. After the initial shock, Dick is highly amused.
The Curse of Aine (originally posted here atcomment_fic)
It was Ivy's fault. Or possibly Harley Quinn's.
It all started with those two -- with Poison Ivy deciding that she just had to have a particular Celtic artifact from the latest Gotham Museum display, and Harley enthusiastically going along with the plan. Right down to a ritual invoking the Faery goddess Aine before their heist, as Nightwing discovered later. (Thinking back on it, Jason had to admit, Aine really was a goddess after Poison Ivy's own heart -- what with commanding a whole race of fae that avenge scorned women and acting as a protector of the environment -- so he could understand the appeal. Given what happened to him, though, he couldn't condone her methods.)
****
Acting as a vigilante with the 'Batfamily' again was a new thing for Jason, but he really did want to make things work. For once, Nightwing had agreed to look past Bruce's ultimatums and give Jason the benefit of the doubt. He did not want to screw this up.
~Nightwing, we've got alarms triggered at Gotham Museum.~ Oracle said over the comm-link, ~You and Red Hood are closest.~
"We're on it," Nightwing replied. They covered the distance quickly, getting within sight of the museum's northeast side just as two female figures exited the building.
"Quinn..." Red Hood growled, identifying one by her distinctive headgear. He scaled down a metal fire escape to street level.
"...and Ivy," Nightwing pointed out.
"I've got the Clown's girl..." Red Hood declared, and moved to attack.
'Somehow...' Nightwing mused to himself as he followed Red Hood's lead, 'I just don't think that's a good idea...'
****
"Aah!" Harley cried out, stumbling backward to crash into Ivy. The Celtic statuette flew out of her hand, clattering on the ground a few feet away from the action. Harley spat blood from a cut on the inside of her cheek -- there was already a bruise darkening her face.
Nightwing reacted immediately, pressing his momentary advantage to fire the grapple line from one of his modified escrima sticks, using the strong wire to entangle the two villainesses. He half-turned to look at his partner -- keeping an eye on Harley and Ivy -- and snapped, "That was out of line, Hood!"
"Got the job done, dinnit?" Red Hood asked in a blithe drawl. He crouched to pick up the statuette.
Purple flame lit up the night. Red Hood screamed and toppled backward, his entire body wreathed in the unnatural fire.
Several things happened nearly at once. Nightwing got hit in the head by something small but heavy (later, he'd realize they were bolt cutters, but at the time, he was a little too distracted by the pain) -- Poison Ivy shook off the coils of the grapple line -- Harley made a break for it, running past Red Hood as he thrashed in a fiery agony on the ground. Nightwing ran toward Red Hood, throwing knockout pellets at Harley as he did so. His aim was off -- most of them rattled their way uselessly down a storm drain.
Poison Ivy used her booted foot to handle the statuette of Aine, obviously not wanting to take chances on repeating the Red Hood's experience. She shouted, "Harley!" and kicked the artifact high into the air. Harley whirled around, handbag wide open, and caught it. The two villainesses ran for their getaway vehicle and peeled out of there at high speed.
"Oracle, I need backup! Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy are getting away!" Nightwing shouted. He fell to his knees beside Jason. The purple fire had died down to a few tiny sparks that crackled over the huddled, frighteningly still form.
~Dammit! All right, I have Robin on them. What's Hood's status?~
Nightwing put his hands on Red Hood's shoulders and was relieved when his partner drew a deep breath. "He's alive... I don't see any burns, but whatever that fire did to him, it must have hurt. I'll check him..."
Red Hood groaned as Nightwing flipped him over -- taking care to be as gentle as possible -- and mumbled, "M'fine... s'nothing..."
"You were on fire, Red Hood," Nightwing said acerbically, checking for injuries even as he spoke, "it's not 'nothing'."
"Doesn' hurt..." Red Hood slurred. Nightwing pulled open Red Hood's leather jacket. The sound of a cape billowing had Nightwing looking up distractedly, to see Batgirl arriving. His hands kept moving up Red Hood's torso...Red Hood's surprisingly narrow...surprisingly soft and...rounded....
Shocked, Nightwing looked down again. His hands were on Red Hood's... "Breasts!" he exclaimed.
"What?"
"You have...breasts!"
Still dazed, Red Hood shook his helmeted head, convinced that the protective gear was messing with his hearing. "Did Ivy dose you with hallucinogens, 'Wing? Of course I don't have --" Red Hood lifted his head, took in the sight of awaited him for a moment -- unseen, he blinked in confusion a few times -- and then screamed, "Holy shit!"
Nightwing jumped back, hands spread wide. "I didn't mean to; oh my god!"
"Holy shit!" Red Hood shouted again, sitting up. His -- or rather, her -- physical changes were obvious. "I'm a girl! How the hell am I a girl?!" She glared at Nightwing, "And you... you asshole, you copped a feel!"
Nightwing couldn't help it. He burst out laughing.
****
He was still laughing when they got back to the Cave. Jason, also, had not stopped glaring at him. Cass tried to keep herself between them at all times.
"Grayson, if you don't stop laughing--!" Jason threatened, hating how high her voice shrilled with anger.
"Make me, Jacinda!" Dick mocked.
"Oh, you son of a bitch!" Jason howled, taking a swing at Dick's head. Dick dodged and did some kind of overly fancy acrobatic flip to get out of range, leaving the newly-female Jason to fume.
~Actually,~ Oracle mused over the open line,~that could work as a new identity. And if anyone slips up, his real name sounds like a nickname for Jacinda.~
"See?" Dick said, turning his million-dollar grin on 'Jacinda'. "I'm helping!"
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shiny_glor_chan prompt! Hee. She does have excellent ideas. (There are other comment_fic prompts I'm thinking of working into this AU -- the Curse!verse, natch -- that aren't from Glor, so yeah. I spent quite a while combing through the lonely!dcu tags on delicious...)Title: The Curse of Aine
Author: D.L.SchizoAuthoress /
schizoauthoressRating: PG-13
Spoilers: Nothing that I can think of. Timeline is vague.
Warnings: Gender-bender which will eventually lead to twisty het. (This chapter is clear of that...)
Prompt: DCU, girl!Jason Todd/Dick Grayson, "Grayson, if you don't stop laughing-!"
Word Count: 1008
Summary: Jason gets on a goddess's bad side. After the initial shock, Dick is highly amused.
The Curse of Aine (originally posted here at
comment_fic)It was Ivy's fault. Or possibly Harley Quinn's.
It all started with those two -- with Poison Ivy deciding that she just had to have a particular Celtic artifact from the latest Gotham Museum display, and Harley enthusiastically going along with the plan. Right down to a ritual invoking the Faery goddess Aine before their heist, as Nightwing discovered later. (Thinking back on it, Jason had to admit, Aine really was a goddess after Poison Ivy's own heart -- what with commanding a whole race of fae that avenge scorned women and acting as a protector of the environment -- so he could understand the appeal. Given what happened to him, though, he couldn't condone her methods.)
****
Acting as a vigilante with the 'Batfamily' again was a new thing for Jason, but he really did want to make things work. For once, Nightwing had agreed to look past Bruce's ultimatums and give Jason the benefit of the doubt. He did not want to screw this up.
~Nightwing, we've got alarms triggered at Gotham Museum.~ Oracle said over the comm-link, ~You and Red Hood are closest.~
"We're on it," Nightwing replied. They covered the distance quickly, getting within sight of the museum's northeast side just as two female figures exited the building.
"Quinn..." Red Hood growled, identifying one by her distinctive headgear. He scaled down a metal fire escape to street level.
"...and Ivy," Nightwing pointed out.
"I've got the Clown's girl..." Red Hood declared, and moved to attack.
'Somehow...' Nightwing mused to himself as he followed Red Hood's lead, 'I just don't think that's a good idea...'
****
"Aah!" Harley cried out, stumbling backward to crash into Ivy. The Celtic statuette flew out of her hand, clattering on the ground a few feet away from the action. Harley spat blood from a cut on the inside of her cheek -- there was already a bruise darkening her face.
Nightwing reacted immediately, pressing his momentary advantage to fire the grapple line from one of his modified escrima sticks, using the strong wire to entangle the two villainesses. He half-turned to look at his partner -- keeping an eye on Harley and Ivy -- and snapped, "That was out of line, Hood!"
"Got the job done, dinnit?" Red Hood asked in a blithe drawl. He crouched to pick up the statuette.
Purple flame lit up the night. Red Hood screamed and toppled backward, his entire body wreathed in the unnatural fire.
Several things happened nearly at once. Nightwing got hit in the head by something small but heavy (later, he'd realize they were bolt cutters, but at the time, he was a little too distracted by the pain) -- Poison Ivy shook off the coils of the grapple line -- Harley made a break for it, running past Red Hood as he thrashed in a fiery agony on the ground. Nightwing ran toward Red Hood, throwing knockout pellets at Harley as he did so. His aim was off -- most of them rattled their way uselessly down a storm drain.
Poison Ivy used her booted foot to handle the statuette of Aine, obviously not wanting to take chances on repeating the Red Hood's experience. She shouted, "Harley!" and kicked the artifact high into the air. Harley whirled around, handbag wide open, and caught it. The two villainesses ran for their getaway vehicle and peeled out of there at high speed.
"Oracle, I need backup! Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy are getting away!" Nightwing shouted. He fell to his knees beside Jason. The purple fire had died down to a few tiny sparks that crackled over the huddled, frighteningly still form.
~Dammit! All right, I have Robin on them. What's Hood's status?~
Nightwing put his hands on Red Hood's shoulders and was relieved when his partner drew a deep breath. "He's alive... I don't see any burns, but whatever that fire did to him, it must have hurt. I'll check him..."
Red Hood groaned as Nightwing flipped him over -- taking care to be as gentle as possible -- and mumbled, "M'fine... s'nothing..."
"You were on fire, Red Hood," Nightwing said acerbically, checking for injuries even as he spoke, "it's not 'nothing'."
"Doesn' hurt..." Red Hood slurred. Nightwing pulled open Red Hood's leather jacket. The sound of a cape billowing had Nightwing looking up distractedly, to see Batgirl arriving. His hands kept moving up Red Hood's torso...Red Hood's surprisingly narrow...surprisingly soft and...rounded....
Shocked, Nightwing looked down again. His hands were on Red Hood's... "Breasts!" he exclaimed.
"What?"
"You have...breasts!"
Still dazed, Red Hood shook his helmeted head, convinced that the protective gear was messing with his hearing. "Did Ivy dose you with hallucinogens, 'Wing? Of course I don't have --" Red Hood lifted his head, took in the sight of awaited him for a moment -- unseen, he blinked in confusion a few times -- and then screamed, "Holy shit!"
Nightwing jumped back, hands spread wide. "I didn't mean to; oh my god!"
"Holy shit!" Red Hood shouted again, sitting up. His -- or rather, her -- physical changes were obvious. "I'm a girl! How the hell am I a girl?!" She glared at Nightwing, "And you... you asshole, you copped a feel!"
Nightwing couldn't help it. He burst out laughing.
****
He was still laughing when they got back to the Cave. Jason, also, had not stopped glaring at him. Cass tried to keep herself between them at all times.
"Grayson, if you don't stop laughing--!" Jason threatened, hating how high her voice shrilled with anger.
"Make me, Jacinda!" Dick mocked.
"Oh, you son of a bitch!" Jason howled, taking a swing at Dick's head. Dick dodged and did some kind of overly fancy acrobatic flip to get out of range, leaving the newly-female Jason to fume.
~Actually,~ Oracle mused over the open line,~that could work as a new identity. And if anyone slips up, his real name sounds like a nickname for Jacinda.~
"See?" Dick said, turning his million-dollar grin on 'Jacinda'. "I'm helping!"
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