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I can't say exactly how this tragic turn of events has come to pass, but -- dude. It is Halloween and I am alone in my house with no candy.
NONE WHATSOEVER. No candy at all!
This is so wrong I don't have words, yo. How am I supposed to get through the night without any chocolate? I guess while I hide in my room away from hopeful trick-or-treaters, I'll at least have an episode of Heroes to comfort me.
Anyone up for comment fic exchanging? You all know my fandoms by now.
NONE WHATSOEVER. No candy at all!
This is so wrong I don't have words, yo. How am I supposed to get through the night without any chocolate? I guess while I hide in my room away from hopeful trick-or-treaters, I'll at least have an episode of Heroes to comfort me.
Anyone up for comment fic exchanging? You all know my fandoms by now.
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What I would have written, before all that drama, would have been Tim climbing up to and through Dick's hospital window with a plastic shopping bag clenched in his teeth. Dick would grin and say, "hey, Robin," and Tim would say, "it's been a fun night out there tonight. I scared off several vandals, got five compliments on my costume, kicked a mugger in the head and thought of you," and Dick would laugh. Tim would give him the bag, of candy, and Dick would pull him close and give him a kiss before Tim climbed out the window again.
And the baby just fell over something else.
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