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I'm a little bit panicked/swamped at the moment.
So, distract me! Give me a character or two and prompt, and I'll write you a line or two of fic.
(No, I will! My track record for mini-mini-fic memes isn't actually bad.)
So, distract me! Give me a character or two and prompt, and I'll write you a line or two of fic.
(No, I will! My track record for mini-mini-fic memes isn't actually bad.)
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Bruce and/or Harvey?
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A dark figure detaches itself from the shadows. The Joker turns to it and laughs, loud and shrill and nothing like a human sound, raising a machine gun painted like a water pistol.
Then he stops. "Harv?" he says. "That you?" He taps a thin finger against his grin. "For a second, I thought you were Batty!" Harvey Dent walks forward and executes a perfectly practiced round kick into the side of the Joker's face.
"Get it?" The Joker giggles through blood stained teeth. "Batty?"
Harvey punches him in the head, kicks him in the ribs, takes him all the way down. One corner of his mouth twists into a satisfied smile.
"Yeah," he says in confidential tones to the shaking, snickering mound by his feet. "For a second there, I did too."
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*beams*
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When Wilson found House, House was limping down the corridor with a surgical mask on. There was a teddy bear in his outstretched, thick gloved hand.
"What's that?" asked Wilson.
"A gift from one of my previous patients," said House.
"How, er. Thoughtful."
"A gift from one of *my* patients," House repeated. "I'm not saying thank you until it's been checked for poisons and embedded razor blades."
"Don't bother," said Wilson, falling into step beside House. "We both know you're not going to say thank you, anyway."
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Computo lets go, and Irma slams hard into the floor. She doesn't get up again.
Brainiac 5 is already crumpled against the wall, unconscious. His desperate attempt to build a computer powerful enough to defeat their enemy is scattered around them. Drura can only imagine that the Legionnaires outside, meant to be buying them the necessary time, are in at least as bad shape. The thought of her teammates badly hurt - or worse - makes her feel, ironically, sick to her stomach.
Computo smashes a few more panels, and then turns to leave back through the giant hole it had ripped in the wall. It ignores Drura entirely.
Drura grabs a piece of piping and throws it at Computo's side. "Hey! You forgot about me!" she screams at it.
The machine doesn't pause. "Drura Sehpt," it intones. "Vector for contagious diseases. Average humanform strength levels. Irrelevant."
"No," says Drura. "Infectious Lass." She narrows her eyes at Computo. Parts of it had once been the Coluan Sharn Nux, Drura knew, but between the "upgrades" Nux's people had given her beforehand, whatever it had done to itself since, it was now almost wholly inorganic.
Computo's arms suddenly drop limp. It jerks a few times. "Se-see your friendly-friendly smi-i-i-i-ile," grind out its vocal processors. "You-you-you-you bright." It falls over, smoking slightly.
"And that," she tells it. "Is a particularly awful memetic technovirus. You should really see a repairman about that."
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When they realized this, she told Aziraphale how *nice* it was to find a young man who was interested in his Bible, these days. Then she proceeded to tell him how glad she was all those nasty Jews and gays and modern tarts were going to burn in Hell forever after.
Aziraphale excused himself and attempted to look very busy at a table across the. She followed him.
"…and when those buggerers get there, you mark me, Satan will show them what the business end of a pitchfor--"
"Well!" Aziraphale said, grabbing a snuff box at random and waving it in front of her to interrupt. "Would you look at this!"
Dorothy's half open mouth twisted. She pointed a finger. "That," she said, and then took a breath, starting again from a higher octave. "That's Blasphemy!"
Aziraphale considered the snuff box again. A likeness of Dore's Lucifer spread it's wings over the top. "Oh," Aziraphale said. "I suppose it is. Nice silverwork, though."
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Or Bart Allen, same prompt. I'm easy.
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Tim shivered and pulled his cape tighter around him. "Okay," he said after surveying the death trap for a few seconds. "If we can get through the wall of ice cream in our way, I can open the safe door." He looked meaningfully at Bart, until Bart stopped licking his lips at the mound of ice cream in front of them and actually noticed.
"Oh! Oh!" said Bart. "I know!"
"I mean," Robin said, carefully enough that his teeth didn't clatter. "If you have any suggestions. On how to re. Remove it."
"Say it!" said Bart. "Are you going to say it?"
"No."
"Yes! Say it!"
Robin sighed. "Fine," he said. "This l-looks like a job… for Impulse."
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<333
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Prompt: "Family"
(I am SHAMELESSLY shmoopy.)
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Kara flipped to the last page of the scrapbook. A large newsprint copy of a flying, fire-breathing anaconda chased a smaller figure in Supergirl's colours. "And that," she said, grinning at Jimmy, "is how you father and I fell in love." Jimmy smiled back at her.
On the armchair across the coffee table, James Olsen Junior sniffed and crossed his legs. "Last week," he said, unimpressed, "you guys said you fell in love when some invading aliens trapped you in the negative phantom zone and you had to escape using nothing but thoughtwaves and an imaginary salamander."
"And the week before that," his sister added, "it was when the Supergirl Emergency Squad was brainwashed by Dr Psycho and Dad trapped them in a special camera Mom made." Ally Olsen pulled the scrapbook closer to her, considering the photo thoughtfully. Jimmy had always said it was one of his best, and although Ally maintained that she was going to become a world famous chemist*, she had inherited his eye for photography.
"And this morning," said Jimmy, "when your mother was absentmindedly mixing the pancake dough too fast and it cooked before it hit the stove. Sometimes that's just how it goes." Kara turned to him and he kissed her lightly.
Ally and James rolled their eyes and groaned. But before they could make sarcastic comments, Streaky the Supercat landed on top of the scrapbook with news of a radioactive sea monster threatening the city, and Kara, James and Ally had to fly off to save the day.
* "Like Lex Luthor!" she had announced, after Luthor had given a particularly inspiring speech to her 9th grade class. It turned out that Luthor was wearing a tie that hypnotized his audience into believing everything that he said, but even after the effects wore off and Kara had returned the money the students stole from the bank, Ally sulked until her parents got her a chemistry set. And, when she blew that one up, another one.
It was somewhat worrying.