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The Compass That You Gave Me by Zee (PG)
Fandom: DC COMICS
Pairing: none (well, ok, Clark/Lois)
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ficbyzee
Author Website: Pardon Our Nerds
Why this must be read:This story is just so satisfyingly wonderful. Dick's canonically good at training teen heroes, and "Johnny" is that much the better for the time with him. This story stars Bludhaven/Titans Dick, team leader and mostly-serious guy, and Kon in the way he bounces off a Batkid, totally himself despite having a different name; it’s just ever so much fun, with the sort of solid earned gladdening victories that I started reading comics for, and which current DC comics philosophy seems to have decided are verboten.
Excerpt: "Okay, fine, you know my secret," he says finally. "We're going home. Now."
"What?" Johnny's face *falls,* and--and it's just not fair. "Why? C'mon, man, I have powers and you don't, I could totally help you out--"
"No, you couldn't. At least--not like that, and not tonight." He heads toward his bike, and Johnny hovers beside him.
"That's not *fair.* I totally saved your life back there-"
"--no, you didn't--"
"--and what, you think I'm just gonna sit and stay like a good little boy because you told me to? Screw that, there's crime to fight, and--"
Dick whirls around to face him. "I'm not going to say this a third time. You have no idea what the extent of your powers are, you have no idea how to use them, you're two days old and you're in *my city.* So yes, you're going to go back to the apartment and *stay* there until I figure out how to help you!"
Johnny shuts his mouth. His eyes and the line of his jaw are still defiant, but he ducks his head and doesn't protest.
Then he notices the motorcycle. "Oh, *dude,* that is a *sweet* ride. Can I go with you?"
OK, for this one, I have to give you two excerpts:
"Got *me.* Jesus christ, the fate of the city is in the hands of a teenager."
"He can do it," Dick says, his throat dry. "His telekinesis, he'll do--something--"
Lois gives him an incredulous look. "I'll bet you forty bucks that he can't."
Dick stares. "That's crazy. If you win, we all die."
"Exactly." Lois smirks. "So if we don't die, I'm buying you dinner."
The Compass That You Gave Me
Pairing: none (well, ok, Clark/Lois)
Author on LJ:
ficbyzee Author Website: Pardon Our Nerds
Why this must be read:This story is just so satisfyingly wonderful. Dick's canonically good at training teen heroes, and "Johnny" is that much the better for the time with him. This story stars Bludhaven/Titans Dick, team leader and mostly-serious guy, and Kon in the way he bounces off a Batkid, totally himself despite having a different name; it’s just ever so much fun, with the sort of solid earned gladdening victories that I started reading comics for, and which current DC comics philosophy seems to have decided are verboten.
Excerpt: "Okay, fine, you know my secret," he says finally. "We're going home. Now."
"What?" Johnny's face *falls,* and--and it's just not fair. "Why? C'mon, man, I have powers and you don't, I could totally help you out--"
"No, you couldn't. At least--not like that, and not tonight." He heads toward his bike, and Johnny hovers beside him.
"That's not *fair.* I totally saved your life back there-"
"--no, you didn't--"
"--and what, you think I'm just gonna sit and stay like a good little boy because you told me to? Screw that, there's crime to fight, and--"
Dick whirls around to face him. "I'm not going to say this a third time. You have no idea what the extent of your powers are, you have no idea how to use them, you're two days old and you're in *my city.* So yes, you're going to go back to the apartment and *stay* there until I figure out how to help you!"
Johnny shuts his mouth. His eyes and the line of his jaw are still defiant, but he ducks his head and doesn't protest.
Then he notices the motorcycle. "Oh, *dude,* that is a *sweet* ride. Can I go with you?"
OK, for this one, I have to give you two excerpts:
"Got *me.* Jesus christ, the fate of the city is in the hands of a teenager."
"He can do it," Dick says, his throat dry. "His telekinesis, he'll do--something--"
Lois gives him an incredulous look. "I'll bet you forty bucks that he can't."
Dick stares. "That's crazy. If you win, we all die."
"Exactly." Lois smirks. "So if we don't die, I'm buying you dinner."
The Compass That You Gave Me