Fic (DCFFA): Hot
Title: Hot
Author: angel_gidget
Claim: Tim Drake/Cassie Sandsmark
Characters/Pairing: Cassie, Kon, Bart, Tim
Rating: G
Word Count: 412
Prompt: #47. red hot poker
Summary: Gen for isilweth: "I'm badly craving Tim, Cassie, Kon and Bart friendship fic..."
Disclaimer: Me no own.
Author's Notes/Warnings: Also done for dcu_freeforall. Table found here.
"Cassie? Babe, is Tim hot?"
Cassie blinked at Kon.
"What kind of question is that?"
Kon shrugged.
"I'm just wondering. I know where he fits on my personal cool-o-meter, and he's high enough, but every time we're doing the guy-talk thing, I find out that his love life is usually... well.. sucking. Got me wondering how the women see him. So, I'm asking you as a girl, is he hot?"
Cassie's lips pressed into a thin line.
"If this is a trick question..."
Bart zipped up to them.
"Of course he's hot!"
Kon raised an eyebrow.
"How would you know?"
Bart wore a smug and knowing expression.
"He matches all the definitions of hotness according to the 2004 quizzes in issues of Persons, GW, Vague, Metropolitan, and Teeny Weeny Bob magazine. His scores ranging from 86-105%"
"One hundred and five?" Kon asked.
Bart answered.
"That was Teeny Weeny Bob. They give bonus points for weird little quirks like steeple-ing your fingers when you think. Rob got 'em all."
Cassie looked suspicious.
"And how do you know this?"
"The same way I know everything lately. San Francisco Lib--"
"We know!" Kon and Cassie blurted. (Cassie thought Bart was getting to be worse than Kon used to be about the TTK. )
Kon spoke up.
"I know he's been having some issues with Spoiler lately, and I'd totally hook him up with a friend or something... but I'm just not sure how I'm supposed to sell him if you know what I mean. Freaky bat-paranoid that he is..."
Bart shrugged. And began to count a list off his fingers.
"Built, dark, dedicated, reliable..."
"...intelligent, cool under pressure, reassuring, mysterious, sensitive, sexy..." Cassie continued. (Bart guessed that she must have read Teeny Weeny Bob too.)
Kon narrowed his eyes.
"That helps. I think I got it now, thanks. No need to continue."
"Continue what?" Tim jogged up to them, cape in hand, wiping a bit of sweat just above his mask.
Kon spoke. "Nothin'. Just chilling till you finished running drills with Vick."
Tim blew out a tired breath.
"Well, I'm done. And I'm ready to hack into the Tower's temperature control and crank up the A.C."
"Why?" Bart prodded him.
Tim blinked.
"Well, because I'm hot."
"From his own mouth!" Bart twirled around in triumph.
Cassie snorted and Kon just shook his head.
Tim merely turned around and glided back inside.
He was intelligent, and knew that seeking explaination was futile.
Author: angel_gidget
Claim: Tim Drake/Cassie Sandsmark
Characters/Pairing: Cassie, Kon, Bart, Tim
Rating: G
Word Count: 412
Prompt: #47. red hot poker
Summary: Gen for isilweth: "I'm badly craving Tim, Cassie, Kon and Bart friendship fic..."
Disclaimer: Me no own.
Author's Notes/Warnings: Also done for dcu_freeforall. Table found here.
"Cassie? Babe, is Tim hot?"
Cassie blinked at Kon.
"What kind of question is that?"
Kon shrugged.
"I'm just wondering. I know where he fits on my personal cool-o-meter, and he's high enough, but every time we're doing the guy-talk thing, I find out that his love life is usually... well.. sucking. Got me wondering how the women see him. So, I'm asking you as a girl, is he hot?"
Cassie's lips pressed into a thin line.
"If this is a trick question..."
Bart zipped up to them.
"Of course he's hot!"
Kon raised an eyebrow.
"How would you know?"
Bart wore a smug and knowing expression.
"He matches all the definitions of hotness according to the 2004 quizzes in issues of Persons, GW, Vague, Metropolitan, and Teeny Weeny Bob magazine. His scores ranging from 86-105%"
"One hundred and five?" Kon asked.
Bart answered.
"That was Teeny Weeny Bob. They give bonus points for weird little quirks like steeple-ing your fingers when you think. Rob got 'em all."
Cassie looked suspicious.
"And how do you know this?"
"The same way I know everything lately. San Francisco Lib--"
"We know!" Kon and Cassie blurted. (Cassie thought Bart was getting to be worse than Kon used to be about the TTK. )
Kon spoke up.
"I know he's been having some issues with Spoiler lately, and I'd totally hook him up with a friend or something... but I'm just not sure how I'm supposed to sell him if you know what I mean. Freaky bat-paranoid that he is..."
Bart shrugged. And began to count a list off his fingers.
"Built, dark, dedicated, reliable..."
"...intelligent, cool under pressure, reassuring, mysterious, sensitive, sexy..." Cassie continued. (Bart guessed that she must have read Teeny Weeny Bob too.)
Kon narrowed his eyes.
"That helps. I think I got it now, thanks. No need to continue."
"Continue what?" Tim jogged up to them, cape in hand, wiping a bit of sweat just above his mask.
Kon spoke. "Nothin'. Just chilling till you finished running drills with Vick."
Tim blew out a tired breath.
"Well, I'm done. And I'm ready to hack into the Tower's temperature control and crank up the A.C."
"Why?" Bart prodded him.
Tim blinked.
"Well, because I'm hot."
"From his own mouth!" Bart twirled around in triumph.
Cassie snorted and Kon just shook his head.
Tim merely turned around and glided back inside.
He was intelligent, and knew that seeking explaination was futile.