Bewarned. Spoilers abound.

But if you're reading this, and you don't know what's happened of late in DC comics...

Where on earth have you been??


( Bats is dead. Long live the Bat.... (And yes, I *am* alive...) )

Title: Pookie
Characters: Bruce. Cameos by Alfred and Lucius.
Rating: G. Humor
Disclaimer: Uh, yeah. This is not mine, I swear. DC would probably have a heart attack if they saw this.
Summary: Um. Late offering for a challenge in a group I'm in: October 11 Take Your Teddy To Work Day, but with my own twist. A bit of crack in this one. Not my usual style.
Oh, and I wrote this under 15 minutes, all told, so, um, yeah. Definitely not beta'd. You read, you take ya chances.

Prompt: Sight


( Maybe insanity wouldn't be that bad... )

Title: And I Have Touched The Sky
Characters: Dick Grayson
Rating: G
Word Count: 138 words (excluding notes and title)
Disclaimer: DC owns. Fair use. Title extracted from William Ames poem.
Summary: He's changed. But he still recalls the truths of his past.
Spoilers: NW 147 -- a rooftop conversation

Prompt: Fixed


( He was older now. Wiser. More mature... )

What we all thought was major asthma was actually whooping cough. Whooping cough. Who the heck gets whooping cough in this day and age???

Apparently me.

Joy.

My doc says the immunizations coverage runs out when you turn 15. And in the hassle of moving from one end of the country to the other at the time, I didn't get the booster. Lucky me. Apparently, I've been running the lottery all these years, and it was just a matter of time, especially since my brother got it last year (freaky, huh?).

So now I've got the "100 day cough" and I'm on antibiotics. Oh well. At least I've time to write, now that I've had to drop a university subject because I was so sick. That's probably the only upside to trying to cough up a lung for three weeks straight before I got diagnosed. :D

Really hating winter right now.

So far, I've gone through three weeks of migraines, sinus infections, and major asthma. Hospital would've been a pleasant diversion. Yesterday was the first day I started thinking coherently again -- really helps when the brain's getting proper oxygen. :-S Finally.

My doctor is so not happy with me, words don't describe it.

Only thing is, now I'm three weeks behind in all my university subjects. *Freaks* whimper. Somebody stop my muse from poking at me until I have time to listen again.

Title: Guardian
Characters: Bruce Wayne
Rating: G
Word Count: 151 words
Disclaimer: DC owns. Fair use.
Summary: Jackets and pockets and nameless strangers.
Notes: A standalone vignette that can also be seen as a companion to Lint.

I know, I know, its been rather quiet here lately. I'm going to have go around here and clean out the cobwebs or something.

Or something.

Short story: Exams, and I've been sick. Flu season. Joy. I just got through my exams for the first semester, and then got whacked by no less than two flu viruses in a row. Or was it three viruses? I've lost count. Whatever.

In any case, I was just starting to get my brain online again (YAY!), and the next semester starts. Ironically enough, now that I'm snowed under with work, I've started writing again. Figures. So I'll be posting again in the next few days!

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Title: Lint
Characters: Dick Grayson
Rating: G
Word Count: 151 words
Disclaimer: DC owns. Fair use.
Summary: Jackets and pockets and nameless strangers.

The muse is back!

My brain has been virtually and excruciatingly silent since December. Except for a little burst about March, where I managed to do a little editing, I've had nothing. Zip. Nada. Zero. For someone who's always had words and writing in the forefront of her mind since like...forever...

I can't describe it. Still can't, and I lived it. On the other hand, finally, I have something to talk about. And hopefully write about. But that's probably a bit later down the track, when I get a bit more comfortable.

Frankly, this has been my worst block ever. Not even my old faithful stories have been moving along, or my new ones (and no I'm not saying what they are...yet) which can usually be relied to get at least something out of me (even if its just a word or two). Not even trying to do drabbles has worked. Which says something for the level of desperation, because I rarely dip below say, three pages. Ever. (I think I've only written one 150word story, and that was pretty much a once-off. It came out pretty well, but still. Rare. Like brink-of-extinction-rare.)

But not now.

The voices are mine, they're talking, and yes, they (finally) have plenty to say! I'm just hoping that this time I manage to get something productive down. Or I can type fast enough. Whatever works.

So I've -- apparently -- spent too much time lurking around LJ reading far too many posts when I could've spent my time on other things, supposedly more productive, but we won't go there. And I've decided to create an account of my own and see (A) what all the fuss is and (B) exactly how this journal-thing works.

Yeah.

Okay. So. I'm an engineer (in training). I can figure this out.

Right.

Shoot me now.