Fling, flung, flang.

[aravistarkheena]

Title: Flung my heart out to you
Series: Inside the mind of an evil genius
Author: Aravis Tarkheena
Pairing: Batman/Superman
Rating: G, so G.
Warnings: Batman being awesome.
Disclaimer: Not mine, everyone's legal. Actually, that's a lie. They belong to me. Them and their pulsing starfruit anus. All of it. :D
Author's Notes: Written for aravistarkheena. Because she

Comments

[honeycorrupts]

Best fic ever! TWO THUMBS UP!

[aravistarkheena]

THAT WAS SO DEPRESSING! POOR CLARK!

I guess it could be worse. He could be making love to Lex's lavender limo...

I'm starting to think you guys post to my journal more often than I do...

[honeycorrupts]

IT WAS A HAPPY FIC. IT'S NOT LIKE HE'S GOING TO BE INJURED BY HITTING THE FLOOR.

:D Just wait until you get to your mailbox. O:DDDDDDDDD

[aravistarkheena]

BUT HIS HEART WAS BROKEN BY A CRUEL AND UNCARING BRUCE!

Oh god... This is the PRIVATE PACKAGE?

[honeycorrupts]

BATMAN WAS BEING BATMAN, IN OTHER WORDS, BEING AWESOME. SUPERMAN DID MORE DAMAGE TO THE CEMENT. POOR CEMENT. LET'S SING OUR SORROW FOR THE BROKEN CEMENT.

Yes. Except it's a *~*PRIVATE LETTER*~*. Your package is not done yet my dear.

[aravistarkheena]

Seriously, he probably effed up some plumbing underneath the sidewalk. It was very inconsiderate of him.

Oh thank god. I was trying to figure out what you would be SENDING ME that I couldn't open in public. I was like 'I'mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm not sure I want to think about this...'

[honeycorrupts]

He better pay for the damages. Especially since he fell of a tower in Gotham. Oh snap!

:D OK. I WILL MAKE SURE YOUR PACKAGE WILL CONTAIN SOMETHING THAT SHOULD ALSO BE OPENED IN PRIVATE. :DDDDDDDDDDD Be it art, or something that you can use at night. hohohohoho

[aravistarkheena]

Maybe the Wayne Foundation will cover it... It is technically B's fault.

OH GOD, H YOU TERRIFY ME!

[honeycorrupts]

S didn't have to be so melodramatic, he could have just flown off into the night... or peed on Bruce while he was in the sky.

:D You know you love that feeling. *packages a carved potato*

[aravistarkheena]

Hahahahahaha now I'm NEVER going to get the image of S peeing on B while in the sky out of my head.

What is that? Bruce thought to himself as something dribbled down the top of his cowl.

[honeycorrupts]

Shall I make you a poster of that? With glitter and rhinestones! and rainbow colors! YES!

Bruce raised his hand to prevent the liquid from moving into his eyes, and a smell reached his nose. He then heard cape movement, a chuckle, and a swooshing noise.

[aravistarkheena]

SUPERMAN PEES RAINBOWS!

[honeycorrupts]

You must start writing this fic. GO. GO NOW. WRITE IT.

I already wrote the beginning, it is now your turn to write the revenge of Superman.