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brown_betty: Ace put his paw over the secret panel on the batmobile. It compared his paw print to the one on file, and then it slid open to reveal a red button. Ace knew he was a Bad Dog if he pressed the button when it wasn’t a real, real emergency, but if it *was* a real, real emergency and he didn’t press it, then he was an Even Badder Dog. His food-guy, Bruce, wouldn’t give him *any* special bat-shaped cookies while he was an Even Badder Dog.
Ace leaned forward and pressed the button with his nose.
Then he had to wait next to the button until one of Bruce’s packmates came to help. Bruce had two packs, one which went Ace, then Robin, then Bruce, then Bruce’s food-guy, Alfred, and another pack which Ace only saw in real, real emergencies. When the second pack grouped, everyone in it would tense and bare their teeth like alpha-dogs, but they never seemed to fight for position. Ace didn’t know how this worked, but humans were more complicated than dogs, so they could probably figure it out.
Ace heard a high pitched noise in the air, so he looked up. It was one of Bruce’s other pack, the member with markings on his chest that looked like a giant nose-print. Ace wagged his tail a few times, before remembering that this was a real, real emergency. Superman always brought him biscuits and scratched him behind the ears.
Superman landed and walked closer to Ace, and Ace realized something was very, very wrong. Superman always had a strange smell: in the shape of a human but with the details smudged out, like the rough outline of a person. This had no human smell at all, just the regular smells that humans gather over the day, rubbed all over a formless blank that moved around.
The empty-Superman bent closer to Ace and moved to pat him. Ace ducked his ears and growled. Then he caught a whiff of another scent. This one was the outline a dog, the same way that Superman’s was the outline of a human. But the smell was the shape of a contented dog, one that knew the person he was playing with wasn’t his master, but was still a valued packmate. Ace trusted Krypto, so he stopped growling and nudged the empty-Superman with his nose a few times in apology.
Then he barked for it to follow, and they both hurried into the deep cave where Bruce was trapped with a member of a rival pack. The empty-Superman fought the plant-smelling person almost as well as the real Superman would have, and Ace chewed through the vines wrapping around Bruce himself. It was a great rescue.
Afterward, Bruce gave both of them special bat-shaped cookies. He said Krypto’s name when he gave them to the empty-Superman, but Ace knew it would eat them itself as soon as Bruce couldn’t see. They were good cookies. Ace pawed at its leg to say that as long as it shared, he wouldn’t tell Krypto later. The empty-Superman hesitated, but finally offered him a cookie, sealing the deal.
Ace wagged his tail. It was good to have a new friend.
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caia_comica: When Kara opened the door to his lab, she thought Brainiac 5 had accidentally cloned himself again. Then she noticed the tell-tale hum of electron circuitry around the less disheveled one.
“Hey, Brainy,” she said. “Why do you have a robot of yourself?”
He grinned at her. “Remember when you were leaving last time, and you said you’d miss me while you were gone?” He gestured at the robot. “So I built this one for you! There was no way to program it with anything approaching my genius, of course, but it should help you feel a little better.”
“Oh,” said Kara. “Um. How thoughtful.”
Sometime later, the Brainy-bot stared at the secret second closet door. He didn’t need to blink, but he did anyway, just to break up the monotony. “You know,” he said, “I thought being owned by Supergirl would be more interesting. I’ve only been out of this closet twice in the past month.”
“Tell me about it,” said the Kara-bot next to him. “The last time she called for me, it was to play fetch with Krypto while she talked on the phone with some boy. And even the dog got bored after a while and started chewing on my arm instead.”
“At least we’re better off than the Linda robot, stuck in that tree,” he mused.
“Hah,” said the Kara-bot. “At least that twit sees use once in a while. And don’t think she doesn’t lord it over everyone on scheduled maintenance days.”
“Well, if the only alternative is attending her high school classes, I’d *rather* stay in the closet.” The Brainy-bot made a fair approximation of a haughty sniff. “But why do you remain in service, if you’re not useful?”
The Kara-bot turned her head to look at him. “You’re joking, right? If I’m flying through space, and get punctured be a micro-asteroid? Or a servo breaks down...” She twisted her face into a grimace. “I mean, do *you* have repair subroutines?”
“Of course. I was built by a Brainiac,” he said proudly. “I have all *sorts* of special features.”
“Reeaally,” said the Kara-bot, suddenly interested. Gears turned in her mechanical brain. “So I bet it rankles that they’re all going to waste, huh?”
The next day, Kara found a note pinned to the door of her secret second closet. It started, Hello, Supergirl! We have gone to find our own place in the universe!
Kara rolled her eyes and went about the business of getting dressed. This sort of thing happened all the time.
More to follow as procrastination dictates...
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Monkeys are smelly and throw feces...
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I... don't know either, really.
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Ace was cute too.
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