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schizoauthoressTitle: Corrective Action
Author: D.L.SchizoAuthoress
Rating: PG
Spoilers: none, really; Dick Grayson is Batman
Warnings: foul language, sexism, canon-level violence
Note: Written for saphire-dance on tumblr. She said "Fic I need : Members of the Batfam actually telling Dami not to be a sexist little prick when he says something shitty" (Originally answered here)
Word Count: 563
Summary: Robin's insults at Batgirl are pretty sexist. When said within the Red Hood's earshot, the crimelord objects. Strongly.
Word of the Day: fracas, noun: A noisy, disorderly disturbance or fight; riotous brawl; uproar.
Corrective Action
They really needed to have more teamups, Batman mused to himself, as he and Robin swung side-by-side across the gaps in the Gotham skyline. Red Robin was ahead of them, and Batgirl was following behind. There were a few members of the team missing, but the fact that at least some of them were together lightened the load that seemed to always weigh on Dick’s heart these days.
"Have you been falling behind in your training, Fatgirl, or just taking extra helpings of cake from the cafeteria?" Robin asked snidely, when Batgirl landed behind himself and Batman a few moments later.
Batman caught sight of Red Robin’s frown, when the young man glanced back at them. Tim noticed his gaze and said nothing.
Batgirl tossed her head, letting her blonde hair flip out of the way, over her shoulder. “Not everyone here is still in elementary school, Robin.” She seemed to have the situation in hand, so Batman didn’t bother scolding Damian for the insults. They just got down to business, taking stock of this latest hideout of gun runners.
****
"Oh, no…" Dick whispered to himself. Robin twitched hard, like he was about to launch himself through the skylight, and Dick swung an arm — weighted by the Batman’s cape — to halt his young partner. For one thing, the flying debris of that explosion was dangerous, and for another…
"Marat, I thought we had a deal!" the Red Hood was yelling over the roar, in bad but understandable Russian. He leveled one of his guns at a nearby flunky, struggling to load a shotgun, and shot out the man’s shoulder. "You’re working with Armitage!"
From their vantage point, Red Robin hissed in a breath. Batman didn’t bother sparing a glance at Tim just yet, transfixed on the scene below. He’d get the details later.
Red Hood dodged another clumsy attempt at attack, and this time it was kneecaps that his bullets wounded.
"Armitage isn’t allowed to move anything in my city," the renegade vigilante growled, stalking closer to Marat. "through proxies or otherwise."
"Go," Batman said urgently to Red Robin and Batgirl, afraid that Jason would take things too far. They both gave short acknowledgements and took off across the roof for other entry points.
"Should I break out the candy bars?" Damian demanded. "Are we just watching tonight’s entertainment, Batman?"
"Hush, Robin," Dick replied mildly. "We’re backup for if they can’t handle the Hood."
The answer seemed to satisfy his young partner, for Robin moved to stand across the skylight, much less tension in his small frame as he moved.
****
"You useless, idiot girl!" Robin raged, as he landed on the back of the man threatening Batgirl. He lashed out sharply at the man’s gun arm, knocking his aim askew. Batgirl reacted by sweeping his legs out from under him, rolling clear as Robin leapt free.
A moment later, Robin was flat on his back, stars dancing in front of his eyes. He tasted blood where his teeth had been forced together and caught his cheek between them. He caught the sound of protest, vaguely recognizing Dick’s voice, but was too disoriented to puzzle out the words. Then there was a fist curled in the front of his suit, and his legs were dangling off the ground. Mostly, he saw red.
"Do. Not." the Red Hood growled, "Speak to Batgirl. Like that. Ever.”
Author: D.L.SchizoAuthoress
Rating: PG
Spoilers: none, really; Dick Grayson is Batman
Warnings: foul language, sexism, canon-level violence
Note: Written for saphire-dance on tumblr. She said "Fic I need : Members of the Batfam actually telling Dami not to be a sexist little prick when he says something shitty" (Originally answered here)
Word Count: 563
Summary: Robin's insults at Batgirl are pretty sexist. When said within the Red Hood's earshot, the crimelord objects. Strongly.
Word of the Day: fracas, noun: A noisy, disorderly disturbance or fight; riotous brawl; uproar.
Corrective Action
They really needed to have more teamups, Batman mused to himself, as he and Robin swung side-by-side across the gaps in the Gotham skyline. Red Robin was ahead of them, and Batgirl was following behind. There were a few members of the team missing, but the fact that at least some of them were together lightened the load that seemed to always weigh on Dick’s heart these days.
"Have you been falling behind in your training, Fatgirl, or just taking extra helpings of cake from the cafeteria?" Robin asked snidely, when Batgirl landed behind himself and Batman a few moments later.
Batman caught sight of Red Robin’s frown, when the young man glanced back at them. Tim noticed his gaze and said nothing.
Batgirl tossed her head, letting her blonde hair flip out of the way, over her shoulder. “Not everyone here is still in elementary school, Robin.” She seemed to have the situation in hand, so Batman didn’t bother scolding Damian for the insults. They just got down to business, taking stock of this latest hideout of gun runners.
****
"Oh, no…" Dick whispered to himself. Robin twitched hard, like he was about to launch himself through the skylight, and Dick swung an arm — weighted by the Batman’s cape — to halt his young partner. For one thing, the flying debris of that explosion was dangerous, and for another…
"Marat, I thought we had a deal!" the Red Hood was yelling over the roar, in bad but understandable Russian. He leveled one of his guns at a nearby flunky, struggling to load a shotgun, and shot out the man’s shoulder. "You’re working with Armitage!"
From their vantage point, Red Robin hissed in a breath. Batman didn’t bother sparing a glance at Tim just yet, transfixed on the scene below. He’d get the details later.
Red Hood dodged another clumsy attempt at attack, and this time it was kneecaps that his bullets wounded.
"Armitage isn’t allowed to move anything in my city," the renegade vigilante growled, stalking closer to Marat. "through proxies or otherwise."
"Go," Batman said urgently to Red Robin and Batgirl, afraid that Jason would take things too far. They both gave short acknowledgements and took off across the roof for other entry points.
"Should I break out the candy bars?" Damian demanded. "Are we just watching tonight’s entertainment, Batman?"
"Hush, Robin," Dick replied mildly. "We’re backup for if they can’t handle the Hood."
The answer seemed to satisfy his young partner, for Robin moved to stand across the skylight, much less tension in his small frame as he moved.
****
"You useless, idiot girl!" Robin raged, as he landed on the back of the man threatening Batgirl. He lashed out sharply at the man’s gun arm, knocking his aim askew. Batgirl reacted by sweeping his legs out from under him, rolling clear as Robin leapt free.
A moment later, Robin was flat on his back, stars dancing in front of his eyes. He tasted blood where his teeth had been forced together and caught his cheek between them. He caught the sound of protest, vaguely recognizing Dick’s voice, but was too disoriented to puzzle out the words. Then there was a fist curled in the front of his suit, and his legs were dangling off the ground. Mostly, he saw red.
"Do. Not." the Red Hood growled, "Speak to Batgirl. Like that. Ever.”