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starsandsea) wrote2010-08-10 06:54 pm
starsandsea) wrote2010-08-10 06:54 pm
Drabble: Snowflakes
Title: Snowflakes
Rating: PG
Characters: Tim, Cass
Word Count: 306
Disclaimer: I own nothing
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mithen! Unbetaed, so point and I shall correct. :)
Snow, Tim thought, was pretty to look at. Fascinating to study, each individual snowflake. But, after you'd gone up against Mr. Freeze enough... And been through a Gotham winter, on patrol in sub-zero temperatures, in snow storms, in the wind that cut through your armour...
Tim sighed, glancing across at Cass. She was perched on a gargoyle, watching the crowd below with her usual feline grace. Only cats could never move as fast as Cass. Tim sighed again and wrapped his cape more tightly about himself. Cass tilted her head at him and he smiled wryly.
It still unnerved him that she could see everything with just a glance, not just what he wanted to be seen, but everything, even things he didn't want to admit to himself. He wondered what she saw, when she looked at him, at the people below.
Another gust blew over the roof, bringing more flakes of snow, which he irritably brushed out of his hair. It was at times like this he really regretted not wearing a cowl. Or at least a hood. Tim snickered at what a Robin suit would like with a hood, and Cass looked at him again.
"Do you like the snow, Cass?" He asked, surprising himself a little.
She looked up at the sky. "Pretty."
Tim smiled. "Yeah. Yeah, it is."
"But it... go away... soon."
Tim nodded, catching a note of sadness in her voice. The snow, each incredible, fragile, unique snowflake would be gone soon, its perfection and beauty only lasting so long. There was a metaphor in there and he wasn't sure he wanted to explore it. "What to swing by Oracle's for some hot chocolate?"
Cass was already gone, on another building already. Tim sighed, shook his head free of more snow, and followed her into the snowy night.
Rating: PG
Characters: Tim, Cass
Word Count: 306
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Author's Note: For
mithen! Unbetaed, so point and I shall correct. :)Snow, Tim thought, was pretty to look at. Fascinating to study, each individual snowflake. But, after you'd gone up against Mr. Freeze enough... And been through a Gotham winter, on patrol in sub-zero temperatures, in snow storms, in the wind that cut through your armour...
Tim sighed, glancing across at Cass. She was perched on a gargoyle, watching the crowd below with her usual feline grace. Only cats could never move as fast as Cass. Tim sighed again and wrapped his cape more tightly about himself. Cass tilted her head at him and he smiled wryly.
It still unnerved him that she could see everything with just a glance, not just what he wanted to be seen, but everything, even things he didn't want to admit to himself. He wondered what she saw, when she looked at him, at the people below.
Another gust blew over the roof, bringing more flakes of snow, which he irritably brushed out of his hair. It was at times like this he really regretted not wearing a cowl. Or at least a hood. Tim snickered at what a Robin suit would like with a hood, and Cass looked at him again.
"Do you like the snow, Cass?" He asked, surprising himself a little.
She looked up at the sky. "Pretty."
Tim smiled. "Yeah. Yeah, it is."
"But it... go away... soon."
Tim nodded, catching a note of sadness in her voice. The snow, each incredible, fragile, unique snowflake would be gone soon, its perfection and beauty only lasting so long. There was a metaphor in there and he wasn't sure he wanted to explore it. "What to swing by Oracle's for some hot chocolate?"
Cass was already gone, on another building already. Tim sighed, shook his head free of more snow, and followed her into the snowy night.