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rubynye.livejournal.com) wrote in
crack_van2007-01-17 08:36 am
Clad in Other Guise by Brown Betty (NC-17)
Fandom: DC COMICS
Pairing: Barbara/Dick (Batgirl I/Robin I, kinda)
Author on LJ:
brown_betty
Author Website: Betty's Fic Archived
Why this must be read: What is life in the DCU without identity porn, those marvelous stories one can write about the several different overlapping personas each hero seems compelled to carry around with them? I wanted to recommend at least one femslash story and at least one Batgirl/Robin story; recommending this story, by the consistently extraordinary
brown_betty lets me do both, with commentary on femininity as a social construction and a hell of a hot sex scene thrown in as well.
Excerpt: "Oh, dear," says Babs, sounding concerned. "I didn't even think. Here, lie down and make yourself comfortable."
Dick knows he can't-- He rolls over onto his stomach and buries his face in her ohgod, lace comforter which actually had featured in one, in retrospect, very juvenile fantasy. It smells of detergent, but when he lifts his face, he can smell her, quite close. She's kneeling right by his head.
"Have you had too much sun, Rachel? Here, but your head in my lap." Her skirt is spread around her like an opening flower on top of her quilt. He catches the edge of it and pushes it up to her knee with one hand, watching not her face, but her hands to see if he has permission.
Clad In Other Guise
Pairing: Barbara/Dick (Batgirl I/Robin I, kinda)
Author on LJ:
Author Website: Betty's Fic Archived
Why this must be read: What is life in the DCU without identity porn, those marvelous stories one can write about the several different overlapping personas each hero seems compelled to carry around with them? I wanted to recommend at least one femslash story and at least one Batgirl/Robin story; recommending this story, by the consistently extraordinary
Excerpt: "Oh, dear," says Babs, sounding concerned. "I didn't even think. Here, lie down and make yourself comfortable."
Dick knows he can't-- He rolls over onto his stomach and buries his face in her ohgod, lace comforter which actually had featured in one, in retrospect, very juvenile fantasy. It smells of detergent, but when he lifts his face, he can smell her, quite close. She's kneeling right by his head.
"Have you had too much sun, Rachel? Here, but your head in my lap." Her skirt is spread around her like an opening flower on top of her quilt. He catches the edge of it and pushes it up to her knee with one hand, watching not her face, but her hands to see if he has permission.
Clad In Other Guise

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