Where DC characters go to hang out! Most of these stories...wait, all of these stories are stand-alones. Go! Read! (The cool synopsis thing? I stole it from Sascha. Because I am evil.) (Newest stories at the bottom. Just because I thought it should be different than the X-Mansion. Gotta keep you on your toes.)

Decorating the Tree
There simply hadn't been time. There would be no Christmas, per se, this year, for everyone was too busy.

And yet. . . .

Barbara Gordon sat at the bottom of the now-massive Christmas tree, breath coming out of her mouth in white puffs. No one had called. There had been no agreement to come. But she'd woken up this morning, and felt that it was simply time to be there. And, so, she had come.

Young Hormones
Em-Spider's challenge: write a fic in 350 words or less.
The villain of the issue, Dr. Bob, laughed maniacally in that villainy way. "You see? With my new invention, which makes television characters live, you are unable to fight me!!!!"

"Ohhhhh, Robin," Impulse said, vibrating up and down. "I think he may be right! I can't fight Boob Woman!"

Papercut Dr. Roquette said I was cute--looked all pale and shocked that I was injured. She gets cuts all the time, so of course it was nothing to her. And I couldn't tell her that I was frightened, that it scared me to be injured so easily--because, of course, it doesn't. Why should it? It's just a little cut, and it's far from my heart. Having Faith My friends, they say that dragons are dumb. They say there's no such thing. They say that all of Gotham--including the Corner--is protected by Batman, but I don't believe in Batman. I think he's an urban myth. I've sure as hell never seen him. There are dragons out tonight. There are dragons out every night.

A Doggy Day
[McDragon’s Memo: This was written for Mel’s 22nd birthday!]
I have a dog. It’s way cooler. Except that we have to lock it in the bedroom for my party, because otherwise it bites people. But that’s okay. It keeps bad guys from coming in. He’s so much more useful than a dragon.

Four Days
"Oh my god, it's bleeding," Conel said, and there was almost panic in his voice.

"Not much," Jenny said as soothingly as she could. Conel tried to pull away, and Jenny tightened her grip instinctively. "Take it easy--just come wash it off so I can see--" she would have continued, but Conel jerked back as hard as he could, pulling her across the island and slamming himself into the cupboards on the other side.

"Let me go!" he shouted, his face pale.

The Blue Lounge
And there, in the doorway, resplendent in her wrinkles, wearing them as a badge of eligibility, stood Merry the Gimmick Girl, also known around those parts as--The Blue Lounge Bouncer. A most formidable one, too. The crowd around the doorway was sure to keep all walkers and canes out of her reach, for everyone knew that if they came too close Merry would retaliate without concern for the safety of the people around her.

Over Pizza
But I have to do adult things, and Cadmus expects me to react like an adult. I'm never going to be an adult. (I can see it now. "It's Superman!" "...can he even grow a beard?" Oh yeah. That'll inspire fear and terror into the hearts of evildoers everywhere.)

Is it too much to ask to just be a teenager on occasion? Even Superman got to be a teenager. (I think.) Even Batman got to--nah. Batman was never younger than forty.

Over Chinese
"How do you do it?" he asks me finally.

"Do what?"

"Work with them. Knowing they're so . . . fragile."

Survival
[Rated PG-13. Psychological horror.]
"I brought you food. You're probably a bit queasy, still. Frankly, I didn't expect you to be so small, so the dose was a bit high… sorry about that. The food will help soak up the last of the drugs, though." There was a clatter. Silence. "Oh, come on. I know you're awake. Open your eyes or I'll--I don't know. Throw ice cubes at you."

Well, that was a different threat. Tim opened his eyes and watched her.

Cake
"What are we talking about?" The speed means it's Bart.

"Keeping Tim."

"I'd make a special bat-proof room so he couldn't escape, and then I'd feed him cake!" Bart announces. The room falls silent. Kon twists to peer at the young speedster. "Why are we keeping him?" Bart asks.

"You're really random sometimes," Kon says, and lets his head fall back to the floor when Tim starts walking again.

"I'd go with him," Tim says thoughtfully. "I mean, cake."

Talking About Sex
"So… how far have you gotten?"

Tim sighed. "Kon…"

"No, really. First base?"

He glared at me. "Yeah."

"Second base?"

"Second base being…?"

See Things
Sometimes, he heard things he thought he wasn't supposed to hear.

"Spaztic? Jay, he can't slow down for anything! Lord knows Wally acts like he's ADHD sometimes, but he doesn't hold a candle to--"

Sometimes, he didn't want to hear them.

Bart ran.

Pest
There were arrows everywhere. Embedded in the cupboards, broken across the floor, one dangling from a window curtain.

"Everything's good?" he asked conversationally.

Mia, sitting on the floor with her back to a cupboard, smiled tightly and nodded.

The cupboard tried to open itself.

Deranged Caterpillars
"What are you guys doing?"

Neither Kon nor Bart looked up at Robin, standing with his arms folded under his cape. "Darning," they said together.