2 Works by Asidian
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"Did you see?" says Dick, and he lets go of Tim's shoulders to take him by the arm, tugging him toward the kitchen instead of the Batcave. "Alfred made cookies."
"Think he's trying to lure you in," says Tim, with a huff of a laugh. "Like one of those traps they bait for raccoons."
"Raccoons are too smart for that, baby bird," says Dick, blithely, and swipes up one of the bait-cookies anyway, biting into it with an appreciative little hum.
Tim finds somewhere else to look — fixes his gaze on a spot on the far wall, trying hard to ignore the way the kitchen smells of cinnamon and nutmeg and sugar. His stomach twists a little, hopeful, and he tells it firmly that these aren't for him. They're Dick's welcome-home cookies.
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Tim's idea of fun is not sitting in some drafty old warehouse, tied hand and foot to a swivel computer chair.
It's a comfy chair, at least. He hasn't even been tied so that the ropes cut into the skin. His captor hasn't shown the slightest inclination toward hurting him — but she also hasn't shown the slightest inclination toward letting him out.
"You could have done this somewhere better, you know," says Tim, and kicks the chair into an idle spin, for lack of anything else to do. It just sort of wobbles and totters forward into a slow turn.
"Oh, don't be like that," says Selina.