#flash fic
Hero x Villain Prompt
“You know seeing you, [hero], tied up like this is a change of pace I’d love to get used to”
Villain purred, running a finger gently underneath hero’s chin, making them turn their head aggressively away as much as they wanted to get more of it.
“In your fucking dreams, asshole”
Hero barked, turning their head to glare hatefully at villain. Villain only continued to smile, their eyes going up and down on the sight of hero on their knees, panting with a glare that looks more hooded, a need rather than the intended masked hatred.
“I’d watch your tone around me [hero], as lovely as you are - your words and actions do have consequences”
Fandom: THe Worst Witch 2017
Pairing: Hackle
Summary: Ada, Dimity and Hecate try to navigate the London Underground.
AN: A small flash
fic that I wrote when travelling around London last month.It can also be read on A03 (x).
Hope you enjoy!
In the daytime the London Underground was a seething mass of humanity. Everyone from every walk of life was shoulder to shoulder, in each others face’s, no personal space, no exceptions. It was how Hecate found herself as she stood in front of one of the many underground maps, with her arms folded across her chest in frustration. She had lost count of the times she had told Ada of the line they needed to take in order to arrive at their destination.
“Ada, as I’ve told you for the past fifteen minutes, we need to take the Metropolitan Line.”
“Are you sure, Hecate? I think we need to take Hammersmith and City.”
Hecate inwardly sighed and counted to ten. She loved Ada with all her heart, and promised not to use her magic on this holiday. But she was willing to break that promise if it meant it got her out of such a crammed and hot environment.
“I’m positive. If we take Hammersmith and City line, we will need to back track and I would rather not stay in this insufferable place a moment longer.”
Ada looked up at Hecate in amusement, “It’s not that bad, Hecate I find it all rather exciting.”
It took all of Hecate’s self-control not to roll her eyes, “If you say so.”
“Are you both finished staring at the map, some of us actually want to see Baker Street?” Miss Drill called in annoyance at having stayed in the one spot for what seemed like forever.
Hecate looked over at Dimity with a scowl, “We are just going! Though I do not understand the need to see a street that housed a fictional detective, when we could be spending our time doing something more productive, like visiting the British Museum.”
“Sherlock Holmes is famous, HB. Live a little.”
Ada hummed and continued to stare at the map. “I still think it’s the Hammersmith and City Line.”
Hecate groaned in annoyance, “Ada, we are not going on the Hammersmith and City line! The only reason you wish to travel on the line is because it’s pink!”
“It’s okay to cry,” Tim said; ignoring the searing pain burning through his left knee as he knelt on the ground in front of the small child. “You’re allowed to be sad. It’s okay.”
The kid clung to him in response but didn’t so much as whimper. He did dig his nails into his suit however and bury his face into his kevler.
“It’s okay,” Tim kept whispering; gently patting the kid’s back in what he hoped was a soothing motion. “It’s going to be okay. Just…. just take your time.”
For a second he allowed himself to get angry at Bruce. Sure this was a different universe and Bruce might not even exist in this timeline but God, this was so out of his wheelhouse and Bruce was supposed to be here and he wasn’t and Tim really couldn’t just—-
Taking a deep breath, he hugged the kid tighter and murmured soft reassurances into his ear.
It can’t be helped, be told himself firmly. Bruce wasn’t here, sure. But Tim was and he would be damned if he left his older brother to fend for himself during the most traumatic night of his life.
So when Dick Grayson finally broke down. Sobbing wetly into his chest, shoulders shaking uncontrollably and arms tightening even harder around his neck, all Tim did was hug him closer and force his stinging eyes to remain dry.
He’d been here before. Once upon a long time ago.
A little kid sitting far away, staring up at the eight year old screaming for his parents and he’d felt helpless.
He was here again now and he felt just as helpless but this time—
Pushing himself back on his feet, he picked up Dick in his arms, folding the tiny child into his cape and tucking the little head securily under his chin.
This time he could do something.
And that, that was an opportunity Tim Drake would never pass up.
“Let’s get out of here,” he said gruffly to the exhausted child in his arms, walking over to the Batmobile. “You are not alone Richard Grayson. I promise you never will be.”
