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♥ This meme is for Robin/Robin prompts. Gen prompts focusing on the friendship or rivalry between Robins are also accepted. The relationship between Robins should be the main focus of the prompt or fill.

♥ Any character who has officially served as Robin in canon is eligible. This means any combination of Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Stephanie Brown and Damian Wayne. Canon Robins from the various Elseworlds/Alternate Earths, such as Carrie Kelley, are also welcome.

♥ Both anon and signed-in posts are welcome.

♥ One prompt per comment. You may post as many comments as you wish.

♥ All canons and continuities welcome. This extends to games, movies and television, be it animated or live-action.

♥ When prompting, note your desired pairing in the subject line. Try to include keywords in your subject line.

♥ When filling, add the word FILL to your subject line.

♥ Warn for anything that could be triggering. For those who do not want to use specific warnings, please warn for ‘no warnings’ or ‘disturbing content’ as applicable.

♥ Be respectful and warn for spoilers!

♥ Please report your fills. Multiple fills are encouraged.

These are an extremely condensed version of the rules. Please try to take the time to read through the full rules when you can. If you have any questions, let me know here.
(Anonymous) on May 23rd, 2012 08:27 am (UTC)
Dick+All - All the Robins have a Nightwing plushie
All the Robins have a secret they will never shared, sadly they all share the same secret: they all have a well-loved Nightwing plushie (each one wearing a different Nightwing outfit).

So give me a 4 times a Robin interacts with their Nightwing plushie or the big dramatic embarrassing moment where their secrets are revealed and how Dick reacts to it (or both!).
(Anonymous) on August 12th, 2012 06:08 am (UTC)
FILL: My Own Little 'Wing 1/4
Have a fill for the Fill-A-Thon!

When Tim is feeling really low – bottom-of-the-barrel, scraping-the-can, sucking-up-the-dregs low – he gets down on all fours by his bed crawls underneath to the back corner, and drags out the dog-eared black shoebox sitting in the back corner. It’s dusty and dark and he will never admit to anyone that he has it. Not even Dick.

Especially not Dick.

He takes enough care to brush the dust off of the top, and then looks around to make sure no one is watching him before picking up the top and pulling it out.

His homemade Nightwing plushie.

The Robin and Batman plushies have long since disappeared – ratty, well-loved, demolished things that went into the trash some years prior. But Tim was already much older by the time he made the Nightwing plushie, so he didn’t wear it out with hugs and kisses and mock battles. It’s still in near-pristine condition, though he’s had to repair it once or twice.

The original Nightwing costume. Ten-inch collar, feathers, and all. Eight-inches tall, big, floppy, and soft. Made of felt, hand stitching, and little black button eyes.

Dick always makes Tim feel better. Even when the real Dick is living up to his name and replacing him, his pretend Dick makes him feel better.

Tim refuses to analyze his feelings right now. Instead he just curls the plushie under his arm, lays down on his bed, and lets phantom sensation of being loved help him get to sleep.
(Anonymous) on August 12th, 2012 06:08 am (UTC)
FILL: My Own Little 'Wing 2/4
“Hey, Nightwing,” Stephanie says as she sits down at her desk and slumps across it. She’s been cramping all week and right now, she’s just frustrated. Being Robin, being Batgirl, being Spoiler – it seems no matter how hard she tries, no one is ever going to accept her.

“But you accept me, eh, Nightwing?”

The plushie is for some Teen Titans promotional material or something – a short-lived, fanmade merchandising company created it. She doesn’t remember who gave to her, or when, but now it sits on the corner of her desk and smiles charmingly at her.

Old-fashioned Nightwing has funky yellow bands across his chest, and a little belt, and bright blue gloves. It’s not a costume she’s ever really associated with the actual man - it’s just the costume her plushie wears.

Plushie Nightwing never judges her or tells her she didn’t do it well enough. Plushie Nightwing always has a bright smile and a friendly, charming demeanor and most importantly of all – he never bugs her when she’s on her period.

Regular old Nightwing is awesome, too, but sometimes, she needs Plushie Nightwing.

“Ugh, homework,” she groans, “Talk to you later, Nightwing. I need to get this done.”
(Anonymous) on August 12th, 2012 06:09 am (UTC)
FILL: My Own Little 'Wing 3/4

A batarang slams into the wall right next to the plushie’s head, and Jason sighs a bit, then he walks over and picks it up. It’s not really the same. The plushie can’t wince, or tell him he’s a jerk, or beg him to come back home and promise him everything can be fixed if Jason will just let him help.

The so-called “Nightwing” plushie was actually originally designed for some character from an anime, but it didn’t take much to sew a strip of blue across the chest and arms and a domino mask onto the face. Now it looks almost exactly like the guy – snarky and grinning like an idiot. But the plushie still can’t promise him everything can be fixed.

Jack Daniels is the friend who does that, and Jason takes another swig with the hand not holding the Nightwing doll. He will never, ever admit to anyone that when he’s bored and upset and missing the men who came closer to family than anything he’s experienced since his mom died, he likes to grab a drink and a plushie and throw batarangs around.

And sometimes, when he’s really, really drunk, start cuddling with the plushie.

The Nightwing plushie’s bright little eyes grin up at him, and his smug little mouth smirks at him, and Jason throws it across the room and takes aim. Thwack! Right in the crotch. There are a lot of repaired stitches in the crotch. His Nightwing plushie is definitely a eunuch.

He watches it and imagines the little plushie squealing in pain and clutching himself. It’s not really very entertaining, so he glares at the smiling face for a minute before getting up and yanking the batarang out and looking at the little bits of stuffing falling out on the floor.

Despite how much he tortures the little thing, he really does love it. So he goes and gets his needle and black thread and begins to repair it.

(Anonymous) on August 12th, 2012 06:11 am (UTC)
FILL: My Own Little 'Wing 4/4
Damian is not a plushie person. There is not a single person in the world who would think he would like plushies. Nobody would even accuse him of liking plushies in a joking way. He is just so far away from the concept of cute, fluffy little plushies that it’s difficult to put the two together in a brain image. As a matter of fact, it’s just about impossible to use the word “plushie” and “Damian” in the same sentence unless you’re talking about opposites.

Apparently somebody doesn’t think so, though, as he discovers that night when sees the Nightwing plushie sitting on his bed.

It is quite obviously a Nightwing plushie, with the strong red V coming down the chest and the red eyes in the black mask. To be perfectly honest, it’s rather sleek and very nicely made – unlike other stuffed dolls, it’s not just two cutouts sewn together. There’s skill in the creation and it looks like the limbs are pose-able.

It has an absolutely ridiculous grin on its face. Damian has never seen anything quite like it. Not even the limited-edition fanmade plushie from several years ago.

Damian will never admit that he looks online for Nightwing merchandise. Not-uh. No way. He doesn’t do that.

He doesn’t miss his big brother so much that any little thing he can use as a reminder is precious and valuable to him, and he certainly doesn’t need a cuddle from him.

Doesn’t stop him from tucking it under his arm when he goes to bed that night.

And Bruce Wayne certainly doesn’t check his son’s internet history, and he absolutely, definitely, would never order a custom plushie for him.

Because Damian isn’t a plushie person.

I hope you liked it, op! Thanks for the fun prompt!
(Anonymous) on August 12th, 2012 07:06 am (UTC)
Re: FILL: My Own Little 'Wing 4/4
Prompter here! Ahhh, just ahhhh. So cute (though I hope Jason will eventually replace the fabric for his plushie's crotch in the future only if because I am seamstress and worried about the strength of that fabric lol).

Now I bet Dick has a plushie for each Robin, because issues.

Thank you so much.
(Anonymous) on August 15th, 2012 04:08 am (UTC)
Re: FILL: My Own Little 'Wing 4/4
So glad you liked it! (And yeah, he probably will sometime when he realizes what's happening to the fabric lol.)

And darn you, now I kinda wanna write a "Dick's Robin plushies" fic. XD
(Anonymous) on August 15th, 2012 07:37 am (UTC)
Re: FILL: My Own Little 'Wing 4/4
Do it as an epilogue? Like Dick flings himself on his bed of high quality custom made Robin plushies which he uses as pillows. Or maybe they are places in random areas of his apartment (Tim why are in the shower. Jason stop sneaking inside the fridge you are terrible at ambushes!). Or he takes pictures of them for website.
(Anonymous) on August 17th, 2012 04:23 am (UTC)
Re: FILL: My Own Little 'Wing 4/4
OMG these are all hilarious.

I need some time to think about it, BUT DEAR GOD I AM ON IT.
(Anonymous) on August 18th, 2012 02:35 am (UTC)
Re: FILL: My Own Little 'Wing 4/4
I like to think the best part, is that he's the one that puts the Robin plushies there (puts Jason in fridge for later, Tim in the shower, Stephanie on the kitchen counter with a waffle mix, Damian hanging out on the ledge with an strange kitty knickknack).

This idea is just so silly.
(Anonymous) on October 13th, 2012 06:41 am (UTC)
Fill: My Own Little 'Wing 5/4
Nightwing does a perfect quadruple somersault off the bed rail and onto the bedside dresser, where he repels down the lamp cord swinging the whole time. A couple rolling flips over creased blanket and he's back up on the end of the bed.

"I'll save you, Princess!" the falsetto voice proclaims as Miss Piggy is snatched up.

"Watch where you put those hands, buster" the falsetto voice growls.

The Nightwing plushie does a complicated round house kick to knock Voltron off the bed to clatter against the floor.

There is a soft knock at the door. All motion is frozen as the voice comes through the door. "Master Richard, I have some chicken soup and herbal tea that should help with that cold. Would you like me to come in or should I put this on the table by the door as well."

Dick is frozen. His eyes the only things moving as the room is scanned, looking at the open closet and the contents spilled over the floor. The old trunk open and empty. Various toys of his childhood in position around the room with old trays of meals and snacks. And his special Nightwing plushie, with the blue eagle like crest on the chest and beak like mask, clutched in hand. He quickly hides it behind his back, even though he knows that Alfred can't see him.

A big sneeze forces its way out. It was one of those body racking ones that make it feel like his lungs were going to come out. Absentmindedly, Dick wipes his face on the sleeve of his dressing gown, disgusted at its already crusty nature. Yeah, Alfred isn't coming in until he cleaned up some.

"Just leave it by the door. Thanks, Alfie."

"Certainly, Master Richard." The sound of a tray settling, then, "If you require anything else, just ring the cave. I'll be closely monitoring tonight as Master Jason and Master Damian are out."

"You better get better soon, Grayson. I bet my father never let the sniffles stop him."

Two big sneezes that nearly knocked Dick off his bed prevented him from replying at first. "I am not going out as Batman when I'm sneezing this hard. Even Bruce would stay in. There is nothing like having criminals laughing at you when you sneeze your guts out all over them." Another big sneeze and, oh great, flying phlegm. It landed in an oozing mess over congealed lunch and (ironically) a Teenaged Mutant Ninja Turtle figure hanging off the plates rim. "Go. Beat up criminal. Solve crime. NO KILLING!"

"Noted, Master Richard," Alfred said, hurrying a protesting Damian down the hallway.

Dick shoved the Nightwing pushie under arm as he blows his nose loudly and messily. He half heartedly throws the used tissue at the empty trash can. It lands on the pile next to the thing. Robin/Nightwing/Batman can throw a bat-a-rang 100 yards into the eye of a poker card but can't seem to get a single tissue to land in an 8-gallon trash bin 4 feet away. Really?!?

"Well, it looks like just you and me, Nightwing," Dick says to the plushie. It stares back blankly at him. He never liked this version of him, it needs a smile or some mocking expression. But it was the only one of his collection he could find. Well, this one and the plastic one that had the glowing blue chest that was currently acting as night light in the bathroom.

The Nightwing plushie did a series of rolls as it bounced over to the trash can. "P-chew. Oinng. Blirr." Dick made sound effects as the Nightwing plush dunked each gross tissue one by one into the trash can.