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Entry tags:
DC Comics/Daddy-Long-Legs
Title: Simply Couldn't Be Bad by Petra
Pairing: Gen
Length: 1800 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
petronelle
Author Website: Petra's Fanfic
Why this must be read: Because it's epistolary fanfiction done well. Daddy-Long-Legs is a novel by Jean Webster about an orphaned young woman and her mysterious benefactor. It is told almost entirely through the letters of the main character. Petra emulates the format and tone of the novel to great effect. This fanfiction is a fusion, more than a straightforward crossover, with Dick writing letters to his unknown benefactor. The fic builds excellently, as Dick puts together the pieces with regards to the identity of the person he is writing to, concluding in a way that had me grinning. This fic is absolutely charming.
October 8, 19--
Dear Mr. Gordon's Friend,
The guys in the dorm have started to talk to me a little -- there's Bob, and Joe, and really they're the only ones so far. And the only reason they're doing that is because I saw Batman last night.
He was outside the window, and he looked right at me and then he disappeared. I know people in Gotham say he's not really real sometimes, but he was real, and he was there. Maybe you've seen him, too. Maybe you even believe in him. Bob and Joe do, but I don't know whether the teachers here would tell me to stop talking about it. I haven't mentioned seeing him to any grown-ups at all.
I saw him at the circus. That night. So I know he's real, and I'm not going to stop believing he is even if you write back to me and say that you'll never pay for any more time at school if I don't stop talking about him.
He's more real than you are, because I know what he looks like and I don't even know what you look like. Or if you're Mr. Gordon's lady friend or man friend, or anything. He didn't say and I haven't seen him in three weeks, and I don't know who to ask.
You could even be Batman, for all I know. Of course you're not, but I'm going to pretend you are unless you tell me you're not. Maybe then I'll find out who's being so nice to me.
I'm going to go study my algebra more now. We're up to linear equations and it doesn't make a lot of sense to me. Goodnight, Batman.
Yours Truly,
Robin
Read It!
Pairing: Gen
Length: 1800 words
Author on LJ:
petronelle Author Website: Petra's Fanfic
Why this must be read: Because it's epistolary fanfiction done well. Daddy-Long-Legs is a novel by Jean Webster about an orphaned young woman and her mysterious benefactor. It is told almost entirely through the letters of the main character. Petra emulates the format and tone of the novel to great effect. This fanfiction is a fusion, more than a straightforward crossover, with Dick writing letters to his unknown benefactor. The fic builds excellently, as Dick puts together the pieces with regards to the identity of the person he is writing to, concluding in a way that had me grinning. This fic is absolutely charming.
October 8, 19--
Dear Mr. Gordon's Friend,
The guys in the dorm have started to talk to me a little -- there's Bob, and Joe, and really they're the only ones so far. And the only reason they're doing that is because I saw Batman last night.
He was outside the window, and he looked right at me and then he disappeared. I know people in Gotham say he's not really real sometimes, but he was real, and he was there. Maybe you've seen him, too. Maybe you even believe in him. Bob and Joe do, but I don't know whether the teachers here would tell me to stop talking about it. I haven't mentioned seeing him to any grown-ups at all.
I saw him at the circus. That night. So I know he's real, and I'm not going to stop believing he is even if you write back to me and say that you'll never pay for any more time at school if I don't stop talking about him.
He's more real than you are, because I know what he looks like and I don't even know what you look like. Or if you're Mr. Gordon's lady friend or man friend, or anything. He didn't say and I haven't seen him in three weeks, and I don't know who to ask.
You could even be Batman, for all I know. Of course you're not, but I'm going to pretend you are unless you tell me you're not. Maybe then I'll find out who's being so nice to me.
I'm going to go study my algebra more now. We're up to linear equations and it doesn't make a lot of sense to me. Goodnight, Batman.
Yours Truly,
Robin
Read It!