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I Met Robin

Published October 8, 2012 by Laitie

Tell me what you think. Tim’s gonna get more involved later. I’m just eager to know if I’m doing any good at this fic or not.


Yes, you are named Rajah. And my name is Anupamma. But you can just call me Anu. I’m fourteen years old, and you aren’t going to believe what I’m about to tell you. I met Robin today. -The- Robin. The one that works with Batman? Yeah, him.

See, I’m the leader of a small gang called The Cobras. I’m the Begum Sahib. And I had decided we needed some money. So we were raiding a department store late last night when, you guessed it, Batman and Robin caught us.

“Aren’t you a little young to be the leader of a gang?” he asked.

“Aren’t you a little young to be fighting crime?” I shot back. Then I aimed a fist at his head. He dodged it, but I dodged his aimed at my gut. His foot caught my leg, and I fell. But I was faster than he expected, and I swung over and tripped him before jumping back up. He rolled away when I aimed a kick at his side, and he jumped up, too. But that gave me a second to glance around at the others. They were having an impossible time trying to get through Batman to help me. It was then I knew we were no match. I called a retreat, and turned to run. Robin almost choked me as he grabbed my hood. Luckily, it didn’t pull off that easily. I turned and swiped at him, hitting him square in the cheek. I bolted, watching to see the others running, too. We all disappeared into the darkness, which hid us well because of our dark clothes.

I met Robin. The Robin. And…boy, was he hot.


I expect you wanna know a bit more about me. I’m Anupamma Fernandes. I already told you I’m fourteen. I have long, curly black hair and skin the color of a rich bar of milk chocolate. My eyes are a dark, creamy brown.

But what I can’t wait to tell you about is my costume. Y’know, for raiding. It’s a black top and pants, with black shoes and gloves. The pants gather at the ankles, and my shirt gathers at the waist and wrists, so there’s no loose fabric to get in my way. I have this black mask that covers my nose, around my eyes, and my whole forehead. And on to the mask, I hook my hood. It’s so big that it catches the wind easily, making it look like the hood of a cobra.

Jessie, one of the Cobra’s, made the costumes for us. She’s a genius with a sewing machine. Her quick, careful fingers are also perfect for snatching the little jewels as she walks by.

Well, it’s getting late. I have to feed Jahanara, my snake. No, she’s not a cobra. Just your average pet snake. I haven’t feed her in a week! I’ll write later. Hopefully I’ll have met Robin again. Eee!


Merry Christmas, Exotica

Published March 4, 2012 by Laitie

Tantomile purred against the back of Exotica’s neck. Her arms were wrapped around her beloved queen’s form, and she held her a bit closer as she thought about what a special night this was.

“What’s on your mind?” Exotica called softly.

“You,” Tantomile murmured. “And tomorrow.”




“Oh? Just ‘oh’?” Tantomile chuckled.

Exotica shrugged. “I suppose I never was one for Christmas.”

“But this Christmas is our first one together. No fights, no solemnity, no disappointments.”

Exotica just shrugged again. “I don’t like getting my hopes up, Tants. You know that.”

Tantomile smiled. “Fine then, don’t get your hopes up.”

Exotica sighed and turned to face her. “Every single Christmas has been the same as the last, Tants. I get my hopes up and somehow, someone destroys it. From losing my parents, to losing my home, to losing my tomfriend.”

Tantomile smirked. “Who needs toms?”

The dark queen rolled her eyes. “Not my point.”

Tantomile grinned. “Just close your eyes, dear. You’ll have a better attitude tomorrow.”

Exotica snorted, but did as she was told, curling into the mottled queen. She didn’t take too long to fall asleep, making it nice and easy for Tantomile to prepare a bit of magic for the next morning.

Exotica rolled out of bed a little after the sun rose. Why had she slept so late? She didn’t usually. She tried to shake off her sleepiness as she stumbled out of the bedroom, her eyes resting on quite the unfamiliar sight.

Was that…a tree? Her eyes grew wide as she realized all the holiday decorations that were not in their living room yesterday. The tree was fully decorated with tinsel, ornaments, and a star at the top. There was even a little train running beneath it. And presents all wrapped up in bright, cheery wrapping paper with big ol’ bows. It was…beautiful.

“Good morning.” Tantomile’s cheery voice snapped Exotica from her trance, and she spun around to see her queenfriend calmly sipping her tea.

“What is all this?” she asked, instead of returning the greeting. Tantomile chuckled.

“Your Christmas,” she said simply.

“You didn’t have to do all this…”

“No, I didn’t. I wanted to.” Tantomile came over to place her mug on the coffee table. “And you haven’t even seen the best part, yet.”

Exotica raised an eyebrow, but followed as Tantomile led her to the tree and sat her down. The mottled queen pulled the smallest box from the collection of presents—the one that wasn’t wrapped—and opened it. Exotica could barely breathe. Tantomile was handing her one of the most beautiful rings she had ever seen. A collection of diamonds encircling the band and meeting at the one, big pearl.

“Will you be my mate?”

Exotica’s eyes welled up, and before she knew it, she had toppled Tantomile over for a kiss or two. The two queens gave in to giggles soon enough.

“Yes! Yes! A thousand times yes!” Tantomile sat up a bit, grabbing the ring to slip it on Exotica’s finger.

“Merry Christmas, Exotica.”