Doll Entry: One Up
Title: One Up
Universe: General
Genre: Comedy, Gen
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Bruce, Clark Kent, Dick, Alfred
Word Count: 236
Warnings: None
Summary: Clark is a giving sort. Bruce isn't a fan.
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Clark was going to die a thousand deaths. Bruce would have to get creative, but he could do it. He was Batman.
“Clark, did you have to?”
In answer, Clark gave him one of his huge toothpaste commercial smiles. “He wanted one. And the money goes to charity.” He nudged him with his shoulder. “And look how happy he is.”
Bruce looked back to Dick, who was smiling at the Superman doll Clark had given him. It was half as tall as eleven-year-old Dick, and wore a cloth cape on the back of its plastic body. The gift did make the boy happy, if the smile was any indication.
But it was so red... And so blue... And looked like Clark...
“But a doll? He’s eleven.” And not a girl.
Alfred, Clark, and Dick looked at him and said together, “It’s not a doll, it’s an action figure.”
Clark added, “Collectible at that.” Infuriatingly, he winked at Bruce, and then threw in another smile. Too bad there wasn’t a way to sell those for charity. It’d be a fortune.
Bruce just shook his head; he knew he was beat. And now he’d have to work on some new toy or product in Batman’s image to sell to raise money for charity. He couldn’t let Superman beat him. And not with a doll.
Action figure. Whatever.
He wondered if Lois would be interested in some Batman-theme panties.
Universe: General
Genre: Comedy, Gen
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Bruce, Clark Kent, Dick, Alfred
Word Count: 236
Warnings: None
Summary: Clark is a giving sort. Bruce isn't a fan.
~*~
Clark was going to die a thousand deaths. Bruce would have to get creative, but he could do it. He was Batman.
“Clark, did you have to?”
In answer, Clark gave him one of his huge toothpaste commercial smiles. “He wanted one. And the money goes to charity.” He nudged him with his shoulder. “And look how happy he is.”
Bruce looked back to Dick, who was smiling at the Superman doll Clark had given him. It was half as tall as eleven-year-old Dick, and wore a cloth cape on the back of its plastic body. The gift did make the boy happy, if the smile was any indication.
But it was so red... And so blue... And looked like Clark...
“But a doll? He’s eleven.” And not a girl.
Alfred, Clark, and Dick looked at him and said together, “It’s not a doll, it’s an action figure.”
Clark added, “Collectible at that.” Infuriatingly, he winked at Bruce, and then threw in another smile. Too bad there wasn’t a way to sell those for charity. It’d be a fortune.
Bruce just shook his head; he knew he was beat. And now he’d have to work on some new toy or product in Batman’s image to sell to raise money for charity. He couldn’t let Superman beat him. And not with a doll.
Action figure. Whatever.
He wondered if Lois would be interested in some Batman-theme panties.