Problems (Countdown: Jason) and Summer (Titans v3: Kon, Bart)
Title: Problems
Characters: Jason
Prompt: After Duela gets killed, Jason contemplates his next move.
He has no fucking idea what the universe’s problem with him is. Though by comparison he isn’t the one whose brains are splayed on the pavement thanks to gorilla in purple and orange number three.
That really isn’t the problem now, anyway. He’s been on everyone in this fucking city’s most wanted list at some time or another.
At least now he has more to work with than batarangs.
He snorts. The problem is there’s aliens in Gotham and some third rate criminal with a costume complex is dead, and he’s the only known witness.
He fucking hates being relied upon.
Jason pulls off his gloves, and leans heavily against the door of his shitty little hideaway. His phone is a foot away, and he still has Babs’ number.
He pushes himself away from the door, and walks deliberately to the bedroom.
It’s really not his problem.
Title: Summer
Characters: Kon, Bart
Prompt: Things that make Bart slow down.
It's one of those days where no one feels like doing anything, like, even the super-villains, because no one's attacked anything all weekend.
Kon knows he should be checking the monitors, but the couches at the Tower are all soft and squishy, and he feels like he's back in Hawaii with the sun streaming through the windows and nothing to do.
If he opens his eyes he can see Bart across from him, and upside down over the edge of the couch, working the game controller just fast enough for Kon to make out the moves.
"Shit," he hears after a while, and peeks over at the screen. It's flashing game over, and Bart's frowning at it upside down.
He raises his eyebrows. "Dude, you actually lost."
"It's harder like this," Bart pulls himself right-side up. "Different way of processing."
Kon nods like that makes sense.
Bart's zipping around now, a blur against Kon's half closed eyelids. "Hey, you wanna go get ice cream?"
"Why?"
"It's summer. I know this great place in New Mexico." Bart's standing in front of him, peering down expectantly. He chuckles, and opens his eyes all the way.
"New Mexico?"
"Have a problem with New Mexico?" Bart grins.
"Dude, can't you ever just relax?" he asks, even though with Bart it's a stupid question.
Bart laughs, and zips away.
Kon closes his eyes again, only to be assaulted ten minutes later by Bart sitting on his stomach. His eyes shoot open and Bart says "Here," a second before handing him a cone of chocolate ice cream.
He sits up, ignoring Bart narrowly avoiding toppling off him, and grins. "New Mexico?"
Bart shakes his head. "Alabama."
When Kon looks at him again he's smiling, curled up on the end of the couch with his toes just hidden beneath the ragged edges of his jeans.
Characters: Jason
Prompt: After Duela gets killed, Jason contemplates his next move.
He has no fucking idea what the universe’s problem with him is. Though by comparison he isn’t the one whose brains are splayed on the pavement thanks to gorilla in purple and orange number three.
That really isn’t the problem now, anyway. He’s been on everyone in this fucking city’s most wanted list at some time or another.
At least now he has more to work with than batarangs.
He snorts. The problem is there’s aliens in Gotham and some third rate criminal with a costume complex is dead, and he’s the only known witness.
He fucking hates being relied upon.
Jason pulls off his gloves, and leans heavily against the door of his shitty little hideaway. His phone is a foot away, and he still has Babs’ number.
He pushes himself away from the door, and walks deliberately to the bedroom.
It’s really not his problem.
Title: Summer
Characters: Kon, Bart
Prompt: Things that make Bart slow down.
It's one of those days where no one feels like doing anything, like, even the super-villains, because no one's attacked anything all weekend.
Kon knows he should be checking the monitors, but the couches at the Tower are all soft and squishy, and he feels like he's back in Hawaii with the sun streaming through the windows and nothing to do.
If he opens his eyes he can see Bart across from him, and upside down over the edge of the couch, working the game controller just fast enough for Kon to make out the moves.
"Shit," he hears after a while, and peeks over at the screen. It's flashing game over, and Bart's frowning at it upside down.
He raises his eyebrows. "Dude, you actually lost."
"It's harder like this," Bart pulls himself right-side up. "Different way of processing."
Kon nods like that makes sense.
Bart's zipping around now, a blur against Kon's half closed eyelids. "Hey, you wanna go get ice cream?"
"Why?"
"It's summer. I know this great place in New Mexico." Bart's standing in front of him, peering down expectantly. He chuckles, and opens his eyes all the way.
"New Mexico?"
"Have a problem with New Mexico?" Bart grins.
"Dude, can't you ever just relax?" he asks, even though with Bart it's a stupid question.
Bart laughs, and zips away.
Kon closes his eyes again, only to be assaulted ten minutes later by Bart sitting on his stomach. His eyes shoot open and Bart says "Here," a second before handing him a cone of chocolate ice cream.
He sits up, ignoring Bart narrowly avoiding toppling off him, and grins. "New Mexico?"
Bart shakes his head. "Alabama."
When Kon looks at him again he's smiling, curled up on the end of the couch with his toes just hidden beneath the ragged edges of his jeans.