Fic: Sincere Forms of Flattery
Title: Sincere Forms of Flattery
Author: angel_gidget
Rating: PG
Word Count: 420
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em.
Summary: Gen. Damian has a... limited--yes--limited sense of humor. His best (only) friend, Chris Kent, seems to know this.
Christopher Robin. It's a joke. In more ways than one. Damian just doesn't find it funny. Chris Kent's halloween costume isn't even a replica of Damian's own uniform. No white or any kind of diagonal line. Just tunic, tights, cape and ninja boots. Standard Robin issue. Third iteration. Homage to the least favorite of Damien's detested brothers.
He looks ridiculous. Damian doesn't want to be seen with him. Why is he even putting up with--oh. Of course. Chris is the only member of the Junior Justice Association (he will not call it "Young Justice", no) who is even speaking to him right now. Funny how the situation tends to reoccur.
It could be worse. It could be an imitation of the original circus-style attire. With the scaled under(outer)wear. And--no. Simply no. If Christopher did that, Damian would have to do without friends merely on principal.
"I see you have discovered new and inventive ways to insult me."
"It's got nothing to do with you. I just saw it in the store and had to have it. Now I have an occasion to use it. And you? Who are you supposed to be, exactly?"
Damian's attire couldn't exactly be called a costume. He's not dressed theatrically, only expensively in silk and Armani.
"I'm going as Bruce Wayne."
"You're kidding."
"I never--"
"Kid about anything unrelated to blood, swords, rockets, and anatomically correct fembots. Yes, I know."
"I don't kid about that last one either."
"I'll believe it when I see it."
"There is not going to be a next time."
"If you say so, Dae. Could you scramble with the cuff-link, please? We're going to be late."
"One moment."
He can stand the suit. Maybe. But that plastic stick is utterly unacceptable. He takes a real steel bo staff from the headquarter's weapon's rack and switches it for that ridiculous toy.
"For verisimilitude."
"I... thank you, Damian."
"It's only for the next four hours."
"... sometimes you can be a real douche, you know that?"
"You wouldn't use that word if you knew what it meant."
"Well I don't get to use it at home, and it seems to fit you so, nyah."
"Come, Christopher Robin. Before your vocabulary descends into the fully colloquial."
"You do realize that Dad's been making me study for the SAT? That I understand every word you say?"
Damian opts for silence as he carefully pulls the sacred batmobile keys from his pocket. A jingle and twin smirks accompany them both out the door.
Author: angel_gidget
Rating: PG
Word Count: 420
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em.
Summary: Gen. Damian has a... limited--yes--limited sense of humor. His best (only) friend, Chris Kent, seems to know this.
Christopher Robin. It's a joke. In more ways than one. Damian just doesn't find it funny. Chris Kent's halloween costume isn't even a replica of Damian's own uniform. No white or any kind of diagonal line. Just tunic, tights, cape and ninja boots. Standard Robin issue. Third iteration. Homage to the least favorite of Damien's detested brothers.
He looks ridiculous. Damian doesn't want to be seen with him. Why is he even putting up with--oh. Of course. Chris is the only member of the Junior Justice Association (he will not call it "Young Justice", no) who is even speaking to him right now. Funny how the situation tends to reoccur.
It could be worse. It could be an imitation of the original circus-style attire. With the scaled under(outer)wear. And--no. Simply no. If Christopher did that, Damian would have to do without friends merely on principal.
"I see you have discovered new and inventive ways to insult me."
"It's got nothing to do with you. I just saw it in the store and had to have it. Now I have an occasion to use it. And you? Who are you supposed to be, exactly?"
Damian's attire couldn't exactly be called a costume. He's not dressed theatrically, only expensively in silk and Armani.
"I'm going as Bruce Wayne."
"You're kidding."
"I never--"
"Kid about anything unrelated to blood, swords, rockets, and anatomically correct fembots. Yes, I know."
"I don't kid about that last one either."
"I'll believe it when I see it."
"There is not going to be a next time."
"If you say so, Dae. Could you scramble with the cuff-link, please? We're going to be late."
"One moment."
He can stand the suit. Maybe. But that plastic stick is utterly unacceptable. He takes a real steel bo staff from the headquarter's weapon's rack and switches it for that ridiculous toy.
"For verisimilitude."
"I... thank you, Damian."
"It's only for the next four hours."
"... sometimes you can be a real douche, you know that?"
"You wouldn't use that word if you knew what it meant."
"Well I don't get to use it at home, and it seems to fit you so, nyah."
"Come, Christopher Robin. Before your vocabulary descends into the fully colloquial."
"You do realize that Dad's been making me study for the SAT? That I understand every word you say?"
Damian opts for silence as he carefully pulls the sacred batmobile keys from his pocket. A jingle and twin smirks accompany them both out the door.