#no joke terry & gwen's scenes together are some of my absolute favorites to write

[warrior-of-storms]

Warrior shouldn't be allowed to write pt 1 (real lines from my current WIP):

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He jumped down from the balcony, rolling as he landed and wincing at the sharp pain.

“Are you sure you should be out here?” Dick asked, having followed him down, albeit in a much more graceful manner.

“Too late for second guessing,” Tim said, crossing the street and approaching the door. “We're already here.” He raised his fist and knocked.

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Someone landed on the roof behind him, and Bruce twisted around, fists raised defensively, and found himself face to face with someone dressed mostly in white. Their teal ballet shoes caught his eye, as did the hot pink lining of their hood. At least it’s not Moon Knight, he thought gratefully, relaxing slightly but not dropping his fighting stance completely.

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“How’d it go with Jason?” Tim asked almost as soon as Dick was back in the Cave.

“Pretty well,” Dick said, “I didn’t get shot.”

“Kinda sad how low of a bar we have for good interactions with him, huh?”

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“You ever think about getting a Robin?” Gwen asked, mildly curious.

“What do you think you are?” Terry teased, quickly dodging Gwen’s attempt at a retaliatory kick.

“I am so not a Robin!! You wish I was your Robin!” she retorted. “You’d be lucky to have me if I were Robin!”

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"I don’t know anything about dimensional travel. All I know is that it ruined my life and killed nearly all my loved ones."

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“Fine, fine, but it's just… I'm worried about you. The old man says you've been down here for three days straight and he hasn't seen you sleep in over a week. You're not going to take a break, so this is the next best thing. Step away for a little bit.”

“That's the definition of a break,” Bruce said. 

“You're a very annoying man, anyone ever tell you that?” Terry huffed.

“I'm fairly certain Dick's told me at least once a month since he was fifteen,” Bruce said with an air of dry amusement.

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“He’s okay,” Dick repeated, his voice soft. “I can’t believe it. You were right.”

“The confidence you have in me is astounding,” Tim said sarcastically.

“Well, I- yeah, I deserve that,” Dick admitted.

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“I think he might’ve cried,” Gwen said, her first words upon returning to the Cave. Bruce stepped away from his workout.

“Did you pass on the code?” he asked.

“Yeah, that’s what made him almost cry,” Gwen said. “Have I mentioned yet that you’re a bunch of nerds? A movie reference as your interdimensional code, really?”

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“Lectured by an eight year old,” Tim muttered, shaking his head slightly. “How have you fallen so far, Drake?”

“I am eleven,” Damian muttered irritably as he left, heading for the Cave, and he could hear Tim laughing behind him. Insufferable.

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“Get Red Hood!” shouted a redhead that was trying to help the dude Jason shot. 

“Please don't,” Dick said, smacking the first man to move in the shin. Metal bar plus the electricity to the shin couldn't feel great, and he too fell to the floor. “This is the most civil he's been to me in years.”

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“Yeah, but that’s different, you were like, what, mid-twenties? He’s my brother-”

“I was twenty-one.”

“You what?” Terry sputtered.

“I was twenty-one when I met Dick. Your first Robin isn’t going to make you a single father, so you have that going for you.”

“And he was eight?”

“Yep.”

“Maybe Matt isn’t so bad.”

“There you go."

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“Hey!” Tim protested. He did not look like a nerd - he was a cool skater kid, or so he liked to think.