In reply to the Timestamp Meme: Give me one of my own stories, and a timestamp sometime in the future after the end of the story, or sometime in the past before the story started, and I'll write you at least a hundred words of what happened then, whether it's five minutes before the story started or ten years in the future.

Deck the Halls, PG-13 | Disclaimer: Not mine | Diana/Dinah, Diana/Clark/Bruce
Summary/Prompt: bradygirl_12: : A Time For Celebration (Elfverse): Timestamp: A couple of hours after the end of this story.


Mrs. Claus gave Santa a soft peck on the cheek and ruffled The Keeper’s hair before carefully tucking the covers around her husband and reaching for her gown. It wouldn’t do for the elves to see Mrs. Claus running naked through the halls, would it?

That was the kind of behavior only appropriate to The Island of Misfit Toys, and it had been years since Diana had left that world behind.

The Keeper rose his head as she slipped on her red satin gown. "You aren’t staying to celebrate Global Orgasm For Peace Day?" he asked, eyebrow raised, just to let her know exactly what he thought of the holiday, in case he hadn’t made it clear earlier.

Diana laughed softly as her husband stirred as well and looked at her in confusion. "Diana?"

"I’ve done my part. You two stay here and have your own celebration. There’s someone I’d like to see," Diana explained.

"Tell Mother Nature hello," Santa offered, before turning back to The Keeper. Anything The Keeper planned to say was lost as Santa began caressing The Keeper’s earlobes.

"I will," Diana promised before slipping out into the hallway that led to the workshop. She made her way quickly - the sounds of the workshop had begun an hour ago, and she hoped that Ollie or Hal had been able to stall Mother Nature long enough for Diana to catch her before she left.

Much to her delight, Mother Nature sat on a bench near the front of the workshop, and her green and black hued dress split enticingly up to the thigh in the particular position she sat in, revealing plenty of well-toned leg.

Much to the distraction of poor little Ray, the elf who had recently been demoted to the tape assembly line. Diana figured he couldn’t be blamed - who wouldn’t be distracted by a full view of Mother Nature’s legs?

"I was hoping I’d catch you before you left," Diana greeted Dinah warmly.

Dinah stood, ignoring Ray entirely. "How could I leave without telling my favorite resident of the North Pole goodbye?" she asked, stepping forward and embracing Diana tightly.

"Favorite?" Diana laughed and returned the hug, adding a kiss to each cheek. A cheerful breeze danced through the workshop at the touch, and Diana was glad The Keeper was still occupied and couldn’t complain as several toys crumbled to the ground due to the enthusiasm of the gust. "Do Ollie and Hal know you speak so viciously?"

"Ollie and Hal can be my favorite elves," Dinah said dismissively. "You, my dear, could never be mistaken for an elf."

"Sadly. I would love to have a pair of elf ears, though," Diana said wistfully. "They seem quite sensitive."

"Oh, they are. But I have a feeling I can find a spot or two on you sensitive enough to make you squirm just as well as an excited elf," Dinah said confidently.

Diana saw no reason to delay such an experiment, and she tugged Dinah’s hand all the way to The Keeper’s office. Turnabout was fair play, and The Keeper was occupying her bedroom at the present.
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Naughty, PG-13 | Disclaimer: Not mine | Kon/Tim
Prompt: katrinbisiani Kon/Elf!Tim with the prompt: The first time Kon saw Tim in the elf-verse

As with any teenager, there were times that Kon’s father got on his nerves. Just because Kon’s father was Santa Claus didn’t change the fact that he liked to harp and bitch a lot. As far as Kon was concerned, other teenagers had it easy, no matter how bad their fathers were. Other teenagers didn’t have to put up with The Keeper always being on their backs about responsibility, after all.

Some days, Kon thought it might be better just to give in and move in with the Grinch. His other dad was always trying to show up and get custody of him, and there were days that Kon was sorely tempted.

Of course, there was a reason that the song went "he sees you when you’re sleeping, he knows when you’re awake…" because Santa Claus sometimes really delivered when it came to picking a person’s choices for them.

Take for instance the afternoon that he sent Kon out on a "meet and greet" at Slade Wilson’s slime creation factory. Kon spent half a day arguing that yes, in fact, a four way race between himself, Dancer, Prancer, and Bart the Snow Fairy was a much better use of his time than factory inspections..

Kon lost the argument, a fact he was quite bitter about, until he laid eyes on Tim.

All plans of races with reindeer and snow fairies were immediately forgotten as Kon made plans to see plenty of this elf while Tim was sleeping and while Tim  was awake.

And he made a note to thank his father for sending him out to do the inspection in the first place, even though Kon was pretty sure his current thoughts were putting him high on the top of the "naughty" list.



Caramel and Cherries, PG-13 | Disclaimer: Not mine | Steph/Cass
Prompt: milleniumrex asked for:  Things That Matter and a timestamp of...two weeks


It was mid-way through Stephanie’s second caramel sundae that Cass became aware of the change in body language.

Despite her familiarity with Stephanie, and despite her familiarity with body language in general, Cass was both surprised and a little confused by the new signals that Stephanie was sending out.

Cass recognized them, of course. Though that particular brand of body language was not as comfortable to Cass as the kind that was expressed in battle, she was no stranger to the language. She had seen other people exchange it before - Barbara and Dick, Barbara and Dinah, and Batman and Catwoman. But that particular body language Stephanie had only shared with Robin (while Robin had shared it with Stephanie, with Superboy, and with Nightwing.)

Cass had never been on the receiving end before, and despite the way she cared for Stephanie, she wasn’t entirely sure how to respond.

In fact, Cass was still mulling over the options two weeks later, when Stephanie placed the empty caramel sundae container on her nightstand and motioned Cass over to the bed.

"I want you to know, I was going to wait to do this til after my cast came off, but the doctor says that could be six weeks…and I’m far too impatient for that," Steph explained, before leaning up and kissing Cass on the mouth.

The sweetness of the caramel was still on Stephanie's lips, barely covering the bitter taste of the cherry flavored lip gloss Stephanie had suggested Cass try a week before. Cass hadn’t cared for the flavor too much on her own lips.

But on Stephanie, it was a taste Cass could definitely get used to.

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Morbid Comfort | Disclaimer: Not mine | Roy/Dick/Tim
Prompt: darthbatgirl requested: a follow up to More than Yesterday? Two days later


Roy was in the middle of chopping kale for dinner’s salad and happily listening to the sounds of his daughter going over her spelling words with Dick in the next room. So engrossed was he in both tasks that he barely noticed Tim sneaking up on him until the youngest Robin was standing right next to him.

Roy wasn’t too proud to admit that he jumped. "Jesus, Tim. Give somebody a heart attack, why don’t you?"

"Sorry." Tim bowed his head bashfully and shuffled his feet. "I just wanted to say…well…I missed you too."

"Oh, yeah?" Roy moved on to the tomatoes. He really wished Dick would remember to get the cherry tomatoes and stop getting the giant-sized ones. The big ones were leaky and made a mess all over the rest of the salad. They were also a pain in the ass to chop.

Also, why had Dick never warned him that Tim was the telepathic Bat? Damn it.

"Yeah." Tim shuffled again. "I’m not very good at this, but what I’m trying to say is…I understand what you were trying to say the night before last. And I wanted you to know - I felt the same way. I missed you while I was gone. As much as I missed Dick."

"In that case, try not to disappear for as long next time," Roy said, forcing to keep his tone light, when what he really wanted to do was push the salad out of the way and ravage Tim silly on the counter top.

Probably a bad idea with Lian in the next room, though.

"Can’t promise that, any more than I can promise to always make it back," Tim chided gently. "But I can promise that I’ll always do my best to make it home - to both of you."

It was a morbid little thought, but one that was essentially Timmy - and Roy wouldn’t have wanted their little bird any other way.

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What Could Possibly Go Wrong?, PG-13 | Disclaimer: Not mine | Kon/Dick/Tim
Prompt: vespa311: Somewhere After Midnight - A few days before the mission, from Kon and Dick's point of view.

"You sure about this?" It wasn’t the most characteristic of Kon’s post-coital conversations, Dick reflected. Namely because it showed doubt, and Kon was nothing if not confident. Particularly when it came to all matters of his sex life.

Dick glanced over at Kon. "I assume you’re talking about Tim?"

"Well, duh." Kon sat up, completely unaware of the way the blanket fell away from his body and tempted Dick all over again. Kon was a combination of everything Dick had loved about Kory and everything that he had wanted in Clark.

It made Kon rather irresistible to Dick. "Are you having second thoughts about including him in our relationship?"

Dick hoped not, but then again, threesomes weren’t for everyone. Dick wasn’t even sure they were for him. But he did know that lying in bed with the love of Tim’s life without Tim included felt…not dirty exactly, but wrong. The kind of wrong that any meal his parents had ever made felt when prepared by Alfred. Sure, it was a meal made by a genius, but somehow the ingredients weren’t quite right and never would be.

Kon was great, and physical perfection. But something was missing.

"No…I’m sure I want Tim. And I’m pretty sure you do, too. I just don’t think Tim will appreciate our methods."

"Kon, Tim is a detective. He lives to figure things out. I have to remind you the joy he got out of stalking me for years?"

"He got joy out of stalking you because his parents were completely worthless," Kon replied. "I don’t think that counts in your favor in this argument."

"Yes, it does. His parents being worthless are exactly why Tim became the person he became - including our little stalker freak."

Kon looked at Dick skeptically. "We could just corner him and tell him, you know. It’s not like he hasn’t been completely obvious with us."

"Not on purpose he hasn’t," Dick replied. "He thinks he’s been hiding it." The thought that they could have hurt Tim still made Dick ashamed of himself, but he was confident that this would fix things.

"If you’re sure …" Kon replied, slipping his hand between Dick’s legs to let him know that he was pretty much done with talking for the present.

"I know my little brother," Dick told him. "Trust me."

"The little brother you’re going to be screwing senseless in a couple of days?" Kon laughed.

"If all goes according to plan, in the next two days," Dick agreed, returning Kon’s hand gestures.

"Yeah, well, if all doesn’t go well, I’m blaming you. Titan seniority and all."

"Sounds fair." Besides, what could go wrong with their plan? It was flawless.

At least, Dick hoped so.

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Every Rat Has Its Day, PG  | Disclaimer: Not Mine | Tim, Roy, Lian
Prompt: vespa311: Requiem for Templeton - A couple days/weeks later, when Tim's feeling a little better but he's still with Roy.

Tim still didn’t know exactly what possessed Roy to trust the most precious of all his possessions with Tim. All Tim knew was that Roy, despite the fact that he was retired and able to spend all day with Lian - and despite the fact that Roy loved doing just that - had put Tim in charge of the "picking out a decent pet" for Lian a mere four weeks after Tim had moved in.

Tim had messed up a lot since Kon’s death, but he was determined that he wouldn’t let down either of the only two remaining people who still had any faith in him. So Tim dutifully got in Roy’s car and drove Lian to the corner pet store, three blocks away.

Technically, they were only stopping in the pet store to scope out the kind of dog Lian wanted. Tim knew all about puppy mills, and he wasn’t about to support them. This would do as a nice bit of research for Lian before moving on to rescue organizations, the humane society, or even private breeders. Anywhere but a pet shop.

At least, that was the plan. It was a plan that went perfectly well until Lian walked past the rats in the cages up against the wall.

Despite his best intentions, Tim did return home with a pet. To his great relief, Roy didn’t seem to mind Templeton’s addition to the family.

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