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greenygal: Brainiac 5 crossed his arms and stared balefully at Lyle as yellow liquid began to rain from the ceiling. "This is entirely your fault."
Lyle stared back. "Because I didn't let you destroy half the complex, you mean?"
"I had it completely under control! If you hadn't interrupted me-"
"You'd have blown yourself halfway to Titan," said Lyle. "I *saw* the energy readouts."
"--I would now have a viable model for the observed seventh plane anticyclic energy fluctuations," Brainy said over him. "Do you have any idea how long it'll take me to recreate the experimental conditions?"
"Half an hour," said Lyle. He leaned against the nearest wall. "Forty minutes, maybe, if you bother with safety protocols next time.
Brainy gaped at him for a moment, and then his mouth tightened into a thin line. "That isn't," he said. "The point."
A synthesized voice chirped, "Decontamination complete!" and the liquid stopped abruptly. Brainy stomped over to a drawer and pulled out a fresh uniform. He got dressed, muttering to himself, and then turned around to glare at Lyle again.
Lyle didn't bother to stop himself from snickering. The yellow decontaminant had left a stain over their skin. It would fade in a few days, but until then Lyle would have to put up with looking slightly jaundiced. Brainy's green complexion, however, had been lightened to the shade of a particularly fluorescent species of algae. It was... interesting, especially contrasted against his purple outfit.
Brainy scowled, and Lyle snickered harder.
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badficwriter: Alan stepped into the shower and frowned. The soap he had been using for the past few weeks was gone, the latest victim to, he suspected, Molly's ideas on the useful lifespan of hygiene products. It was wasteful. He had expected the soap to last him another three or four days.
The only other soap in the shower was Molly's, and Alan picked it up uncertainly. She had explained to him that it was made from oatmeal, milk fat and honey, and Alan hadn't been sure if she was planning on washing with it or eating it for breakfast. It didn't *feel* like soap, in any case. He ran a thumb over the side of it experimentally, and the lather seemed more like a lotion than anything that would remove dirt.
And then a sudden wind tore into the bathroom. The shower curtain fluttered and jerked aside and an unseen force pushed Alan a few inches towards the wall. Molly's soap twisted in his hand, and Alan got an impression of something red and gold. And then it was over, and the shower curtain was back in place.
Alan put the soap back down and quickly rinsed out his hair. When he stepped out of the shower, the bathroom floor was miraculously dry, as if the whirlwind had paused to wipe up after itself as it left. Alan looked around to make sure everything was where it should be, and then he went back to his room to get dressed.
A few hours later, Michael Holt was saying, "This meeting of the JSA is adjourned." The other members of the Justice Society got up and began to wander away, and Alan took the opportunity to catch up with Jay.
"Did you use my shower this morning?" Alan asked him.
"Yeah, sorry about that," said Jay. He grabbed his hat off the meeting table and stuck it under his arm. "Joan was in ours, and I didn't think you'd mind."
"I was using it at the time," Alan pointed out.
"There was an accident with some chemicals," Jay said. "By the time I made it to Gotham they were starting to eat through my clothes, and I didn't want to waste another half a second trying to find somewhere else."
"It's not a problem," said Alan. "I just wanted to be sure it was you."
Jay grinned. "I know what you mean. But so far, I haven't needed to give Bart the appropriate boundaries lecture." Jay settled his hat on his head. "You look surprisingly cheerful about this," he added.
"I was thinking about toxic chemicals," said Alan. "If the soap's contaminated, I should probably get rid of it."
Jay looked at him suspiciously for a moment, and then said, "As long as you buy her a new one. I know how these things go."
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Alan. Wondering which speedster it was.
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Also, Brainy and Lyle and explosions may count as an OT3.
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And Lyle/Brainy/Explosions would have been a very... interesting shower scene, I think.
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I may have to love you forvever. *fangirls madly*
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Er, I mean. *takes total credit*
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*innocent smile*
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*bows down* You are like, my new god.
*waves Jay/Alan banner*
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