DickTiger Week

Tiger scoffed as he watched the merchant’s crew surrender before the fight could even really get going. He held his sword to the neck of the merchant who owned the ship, trembling on his knees before Tiger. The Tiger of Kandahar, though he was not the captain of the infamous pirate ship Spyral, only quartermaster to Captain Black-Eyed Bertellini— his reputation as a fearsome and merciless pirate still preceded him. The disgraced knight, the great warrior— no matter what people thought of him as, sailors all over the seas had nightmares about the cruel swing of his blade.

They hadn’t even put up a fight. It was disappointing.

Helena smirked down at the quivering merchant as she strolled over to them, her heavy buckled boots stomping on the deck of the great galleon they’d just captured.

“Everything on this ship, everything you own, now belongs to me.” She declared, looking down her nose at the merchant. “All your treasures, your life and the lives of your crew— mine to do with as I see fit.”

The merchant said nothing, fear seized his tongue. Helena sneered at him.

“Tiger,” she ordered, “Throw this wet bellied pig overboard.”

Then she walked off to the hold to review their plunder, and Tiger grabbed the merchant by his ruffled collar and dragged him to the edge of the ship.

“Wait, wait!” He cried, suddenly finding his voice. “Please don’t— spare me! Have mercy!”

Tiger lifted the man up with ease, dangling him over the swirling inky waters below. The merchant continued to babble, scrabbling at Tiger’s arm, trying to hold on.

“I’ll make you a trade! Please, I’m begging you— my greatest treasure, my most valuable possession, I spent a fortune on it, it’s beautiful, mesmerizing even— it’s yours, all yours, if you let me live.”

Tiger raised an eyebrow at him. “And where is this treasure?”

“Locked away in my cabin. Only I have the key. I’ll give it to you if you let me go.”

“Fool.” Tiger smirked. “It will be mine regardless.”

(Re upload bc tumblr messed it up the first time)

Well, Dick thought to himself with a sort of detached humour, this is one fine pickle I’ve gotten myself into.

The seconds on the bomb kept ticking down closer to zero. Dick looked back at the computer, the flashing screen, and back at the bomb. He sighed, far calmer than someone in his situation ought to be. But, if this was the end… well, this was the end.

After Dick and Tiger had gotten the information needed from Marco Guillespe to lead them to the surveillance tech he’d paid to have developed, Spyral had started dissecting it right away.

There wasn’t enough information there for them to recreate it themselves— thank goodness— but according to a series of emails that had been included in the files Dick had stolen, the code wasn’t finalized yet. Also thank goodness.

But now, after three weeks of nonstop deciding and analyzing and narrowing it down, Spyral had managed to pinpoint the location of the lab where he tech was being made.

Remote and half underground in some forgotten and barely inhabited area in rural India, Spyral was sending a small team to clear out the facility and steal the plans. So they could “make sure it didn’t get into the wrong hands”, or so they said, but Dick had little faith they wouldn’t simply replicate it for their own uses.

Spyral teetered the line between evil and technically-not-evil on a good day. This surveillance program, absurdly unethical in its invasiveness by all worldly standards, would be the exact kind of thing that would push Spyral right into the fully evil category.

That was something that Dick couldn’t let happen. The whole reason he was even with Spyral was to stop that from happening.

Pretty lucky, then, that he and Tiger were the leads on this mission.

Dicktiger week day 5– first kiss (how much can you say in a moment?)

Some narration that I planned to put in but didn’t make it in:

Dick and Tiger face each other, the end of the world races towards them, and there’s nothing they can do to stop it but damnit they’re going to try. They only have seconds left together.

Tiger runs off into a cloud of smoke, where Dick knows he can not follow. He is needed elsewhere.

“Are you alright?” Tiger had asked while they were at the red light, eyes boring into Dick while Dick stared resolutely out the front windshield and didn’t say anything.

“Look, I— I apologize for crossing any boundaries. I didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable or… violated in any way. It was the only thing I could think to do.”

Dick sighed. The light turned green, and he kept driving, this time a little more aware of his surroundings. “That’s not it.”

“Then what is it?”

“Nothing, I’m just… confused.”

Tiger hadn’t pried any more than that, and Dick was thankful, doubtful he would be able to explain to Tiger his various sex-related traumas and hangups in that moment.

That had been over a week ago, and Dick had been avoiding Tiger since. Well, kind of— Tiger was easy to avoid. He kept to himself often, which enabled Dick’s keeping to himself as well.

Dick sighed as he tugged at the lapels of his suit, critically eyeing his reflection in the mirror. “These suits Spyral gave us are so boring.” He lamented. “You know, back when I was still an actual socialite but also allowed to pick my own clothes, I would wear some real met gala worthy ensembles to events like these. Just statement piece piled on statement piece, all brightly coloured and patterned and obnoxious. It was great.”

Next to him, Tiger grumbled. “You realize the whole point of this is to not attract too much attention, right? The flashy clothes your crowd favours would be a disadvantage here.” 

“I don’t see why we can’t have at least a little fun with this mission.” Dick pouted. Tiger snarled and grabbed him by the wrist forcing him to look not at the mirror but into his eyes instead. 

“Because if we get caught then Guillespe and his men will have us killed before we can even think about escaping!” The spy seethed, his patience that day clearly even shorter than usual. “So could you please, for once, just be quiet and focused!?” 

Dick nodded, eyes wide and biting back a grin. “Sir, yes sir.”

Tiger released him with a growl and stalked out the door. Yeah, Dick smiled to himself, this is going to be a fun mission.

“Why are you doing this?” 

Dick blinked down at Tiger, taking a second to process what he just said. It took a minute for his brain to catch up— one moment he and Tiger had been making out, slow and sensual and hot just how he likes it, and pulling each other’s clothes off— and then Tiger was pulling away to ask him a seemingly random question. 

“Huh?” Dick blinked again. Tiger was still very close, and his hands hadn’t moved from their places on Dick’s body, and it made it kind of hard to think. Dick blushed, thinking for a single, horrifying second that Tiger had figured out that Dick had a huge, embarrassing crush on him.

Dick was cold when he woke up.

Which was not a new thing. He’d been finding himself getting cold quite frequently in the last few days. March wasn’t exactly known for being the warmest of months, and he and Tiger had been steadily making their way northwards. And, being on the run was kind of just like that.

But he wasn’t cold because of the icy wind outside. Although there was a draft— these cheap motel rooms were far from five star.

The bed itself was cold.

Also not a new thing. Tiger rose early to pray at dawn, every day without fail, and always stayed up after that. Dick always tried to sleep in as much as he could. Rest so thoroughly evaded him at night, after all.

The room was cold. Again, not because of the draft. Dick lifted his head and looked around the small space, and realized he was completely alone.

February 16th-22nd

Day 1: Birthday

Day 2: Monster

Day 3: Formal Event

Day 4: Miscommunication

Day 5: First Kiss

Day 6: Bad Plan

Day 7: Free Day // AU

Here are the prompts for DickTiger Week! This year there were not enough prompts for voting but we took a few prompts that were close to being used from last years DickTiger week. As always, prompts are free to interpret how you choose.

It was unheard of to have more than one soulmate, but Dick had always been exceptional.

Although, for the first fourteen years of his life, Dick hadn’t even been aware he had more than one soulmate. For all his childhood, Dick couldn’t see the colour of the sky at midday (but the oranges and pinks of sunset he could see just fine). He couldn’t see the colour of the ocean, not his mother’s favourite earrings (but he could see her red nail polish just fine). He couldn’t see the colour of the leaves on the trees in the summer (but he could see the yellow leaves in the fall just fine), nor the grass that grew around them, or the bark of their trunks (except for birch trees, and that made them his favourite tree). Dick thought all these things were the same colour.

Does this mer/pirate au count? Bc it better I worked damn hard on this

Also oof