ORIGINALLY POSTED 07.25.2006
FANFIC (DC/Robin)
Lady Shiva & Tim Drake

Heir (4/?)



Tim was surprised to find himself in a state other than 'dead' when he pulled back to wet his lips and catch his breath. Shiva's mouth had been warm and rough and tasted like oranges and sen-cha. She looked at him incredulously, a single brow arching as she appraised him once more. Her hand shot out, lightning-quick and deadly, and Tim avoided the blow by dropping down and pressing himself to the floor.

He shot out one rough-skinned hand and wrapped his fingers around her ankle, tugging her down in one swift motion. Still wondering at how he managed to kiss the most dangerous person he'd ever known without losing some vital part of his anatomy, Tim slammed the heel of his palm into her shoulder. Or at least, into the place where her shoulder had been before she moved. The blue-eyed boy cried out in pain, surprised as he cradled his hand against his chest. It was by no means broken, but slamming into the ground with that much force behind it still hurt. He balled it into a fist just in time to take a kick to the ribs. Rolling with the blow and recovering quickly, Tim launched himself at Shiva again.

She laughed. "Ambitious, Little Bird, but poorly executed." He was easily thrown. Tim hoped she had been talking about the attack, and not the kiss.