Assorted ficlets

[anxietygrrl]

Give me a character/pairing/series I'm familiar with, and a single word, and I will write a line of fic. (The definition of "a line" here seems to have some give to it. Right now it appears to be "a line with that word and a paragraph to go around it.") Feel free to choose from, uh... anything I may have mentioned at some point. Doesn't have to be something I've previously written. We'll throw it against the wall, etc.

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Re: OMG PARAGRAPH!

[beckerbell.livejournal.com]

I have missed you and your writing these characters and I think I would happily drag you back if it weren't Scary Never Ending Fic Land. The way he feels so old and out of the loop, yet so frustratingly fourteen about this again is absolutely brilliant.

The image of Dick asking Terry for advice will keep me entertained for days.

Re: OMG PARAGRAPH!

[anxietygrrl.livejournal.com]

Whenever I go back to them I miiiiiiiiss them like crazy. But, yes. Scary Neverending Fic of DOOM.

OFFICIAL REQUEST. ....requests, plural. Whatever.

[beckerbell.livejournal.com]

Pick and choose whatever strikes your fancy.

Dick - Terry interaction. Word: Snowbank.

Dick/Talia. Word: Red.

Cassandra/Steph. Word: Bondage. (Yeah, yeah, it's an easy one. Sort of.)

Bruce/Diana. Word: Water.

Terry/Dana. Word: Trouble.

....I tried to get away from comics, then failed miserably. I feel I should feel guilt at that. And yet.

*angsts at not being able to wedge Cass/Steph into SFHverse*

[anxietygrrl.livejournal.com]

CURSE YOU!

1.

"...And then there was the time I was learning to parallel park and I plowed the Batmobile into a snowbank."

"Your constant barrage of anecdotes from the Good Old Days isn't going to distract me, you know." But Terry was suddenly struck by the image of Driving Instructor Batman, complete with clipboard, and he laughed so hard he almost missed the next roof entirely. He ignored the hand offered to help him up as he hauled himself up over the edge.

"I win," Dick smirked.

Re: OFFICIAL REQUEST. ....requests, plural. Whatever.

[anxietygrrl.livejournal.com]

2.

She laid her hand over the insignia on his costume. The blood red phoenix was broken into fractions by her long, graceful fingers. "You have come to mean...quite a lot to me, in your time here. I hope you know that, Richard." Her dark eyes gazed up at him, and he wondered who she saw.

Re: OFFICIAL REQUEST. ....requests, plural. Whatever.

[anxietygrrl.livejournal.com]

3.

Stephanie blushed furiously when Cassandra thrust the magazine at her. "What this?"

"Umm... it's, y'know, it's... where did you get this?"

"Found."

Found where? she wondered, but didn't ask. "It's...well, it's porn."

"Pornnn." Cass tested the word. "What for?"

Oh, god. "You have got to be kidding me. It's, you know, people get off on it. Sexually."

Cass blinked, grabbed the magazine back, and with sudden understanding, said, "Ohhhh."

"Yeah," she said, relieved, thinking they could drop the subject.

But Cassandra began flipping through pages, intrigued. She stopped, turned the magazine sideways, then upside down, then righted it again. An eyebrow quirked up. "Oh. Hmm." She turned it around to show Stephanie. "This?"

Steph's face went from radish to beet. "Uhh...lesbianbondageIthink." Her eyes went unbidden to the rope on Batgirl's hip, which did not go unnoticed.

Cassandra casually tossed the magazine over her shoulder. She cocked her head to the side and gave Stephanie a narrow-eyed, appraising stare. "Huh."

This time, all the blood drained from her face completely.

Re: OFFICIAL REQUEST. ....requests, plural. Whatever.

[anxietygrrl.livejournal.com]

I just realized we are the only two people who are going to get most of these, b/c I'm totally shoehorning the Bruce/Diana into the SFHverse, too. (And omg, I totally cheated and stole the last line from a Neil Finn song. It is brilliant, and it is NOT MINE.)

4.

"I've been away for a long time," she said.

"A lot's changed."

"Yes." She studied his face, so familiar, and smiled. "You still have a taste for irony, I see. I've missed... well, so many things." She held out her hand to him. "Will it be impossible to catch up, do you think?"

Her touch was just as he remembered. She moved like water. "You'll adapt."

"I hope so." She kissed him, then.

Like water, on a burning beach.

Re: OFFICIAL REQUEST. ....requests, plural. Whatever.

[anxietygrrl.livejournal.com]

Meh. Not the best work. My mojo is waning.

5.

The first time she ran into Terry on the job, she didn't know it was him. Part of her must have known, though, because she got the overwhelming feeling that this guy was going to be trouble. She started flirting with him almost immediately. The second time they met, he figured out who she was. He was so flummoxed by it that he gave himself away, though she didn't let on for some time. Eventually, he asked her, "How? Why?"

Well, some girls went to college after high school. Some travelled for a year. Some even got married. Some got jobs. "I sort of did all of the above." Not that she was even close to getting married, she was quick to explain, but, well, "I did get a shiny new ring."