When You Wish Upon an Imp (DC, PG)
Need a Mr. Mxyzptlk tag.
Title: When You Wish Upon an Imp
Fandom: DC Animated
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Clark Kent, Lois Lane, Lex Luthor, Mr. Mxyzptlk, Bruce Wayne
Rating: PG
Word count: 499
Warnings: The words 'putrefying carcass' come up at one point.
Challenge: #015 - "Who did WHAT?"
“Mr. Mxyzptlk…” Clark murmured as he continued to look on with a kind of distant horror as the drama played out.
Beside him, Lois shot him a look, shook her head, and stepped forward as Lex Luthor barked, “…yes, yes, I’ve been stockpiling Kryptonite for years.” For a moment, he gripped his head as if to shake something loose-or smash it into the podium. A look of desperation in his eyes, he added, “I have an entire secret laboratory devoted exclusively to finding ways to kill Superman. Next question! Yes, Lois Lane.”
“Lex, just to clarify,” Lois said as pencils scribbled, cameras whirred, and TV news crews recorded every moment, “you called this press conference in order to confess to all of your crimes?”
A scowl of impatience twisted Luthor’s face. “For the last time, yes. I am guilty of every crime against humanity and Kryptonians that you have ever suspected. I once tried to sell my soul to the devil. He declined on the grounds that I had things to teach him.” With the look of a man on the verge of apoplexy, Luthor threw his head back and screamed at the sky, “Are you happy now? Is that enough?”
For the first time ever, Lois and Mercy’s eyes met with a look of shared concern, while all around them the reporters who had descended upon the impromptu news conference like ravenous hyenas on a putrefying carcass kept licking their chops for more. Only Clark, out of the corner of his eye, glimpsed the disembodied hand that tipped a purple derby in acknowledgement to Luthor before it winked completely out of sight.
~*~
“You want to run that past me again?” Batman asked.
Clark sighed. As he hovered in the Cave, he went through it again. How Mr. Mxyzptlk had shown up at his apartment the other day and wanted to know why Clark was all gloomy.
“Were you gloomy?”
He shrugged. “Little bit. It had just been one of those days. You know?”
The cowled head tipped in a nod.
“Luthor had wriggled his way out of trouble again and I said something about wishing how just once I’d like to see Luthor shout to all the world that he was guilty.”
“You wished…” Bruce gave him a hard look.
“I know, I know.” Clark sighed again. “I’ve read The Monkey’s Paw. It was just the one wish.” Nothing else had happened; no sign of an horrific chain of events that unwound from that one action.
“And there was just the one wish?”
“Yes. I mean, well, mostly.”
White lenses narrowed with suspicion. “Mostly?”
“Umm…” A sense of horror did present itself now as Mr. Mxyzptlk, one finger raised to his lips, sprinkled a sparkly dust over Bruce.
I wish Luthor would admit he’s guilty. I wish that book would turn up. I wish Bruce would change his mind about us.
The book had turned up, and now Bruce had the oddest look on his face…
Title: When You Wish Upon an Imp
Fandom: DC Animated
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Clark Kent, Lois Lane, Lex Luthor, Mr. Mxyzptlk, Bruce Wayne
Rating: PG
Word count: 499
Warnings: The words 'putrefying carcass' come up at one point.
Challenge: #015 - "Who did WHAT?"
“Mr. Mxyzptlk…” Clark murmured as he continued to look on with a kind of distant horror as the drama played out.
Beside him, Lois shot him a look, shook her head, and stepped forward as Lex Luthor barked, “…yes, yes, I’ve been stockpiling Kryptonite for years.” For a moment, he gripped his head as if to shake something loose-or smash it into the podium. A look of desperation in his eyes, he added, “I have an entire secret laboratory devoted exclusively to finding ways to kill Superman. Next question! Yes, Lois Lane.”
“Lex, just to clarify,” Lois said as pencils scribbled, cameras whirred, and TV news crews recorded every moment, “you called this press conference in order to confess to all of your crimes?”
A scowl of impatience twisted Luthor’s face. “For the last time, yes. I am guilty of every crime against humanity and Kryptonians that you have ever suspected. I once tried to sell my soul to the devil. He declined on the grounds that I had things to teach him.” With the look of a man on the verge of apoplexy, Luthor threw his head back and screamed at the sky, “Are you happy now? Is that enough?”
For the first time ever, Lois and Mercy’s eyes met with a look of shared concern, while all around them the reporters who had descended upon the impromptu news conference like ravenous hyenas on a putrefying carcass kept licking their chops for more. Only Clark, out of the corner of his eye, glimpsed the disembodied hand that tipped a purple derby in acknowledgement to Luthor before it winked completely out of sight.
~*~
“You want to run that past me again?” Batman asked.
Clark sighed. As he hovered in the Cave, he went through it again. How Mr. Mxyzptlk had shown up at his apartment the other day and wanted to know why Clark was all gloomy.
“Were you gloomy?”
He shrugged. “Little bit. It had just been one of those days. You know?”
The cowled head tipped in a nod.
“Luthor had wriggled his way out of trouble again and I said something about wishing how just once I’d like to see Luthor shout to all the world that he was guilty.”
“You wished…” Bruce gave him a hard look.
“I know, I know.” Clark sighed again. “I’ve read The Monkey’s Paw. It was just the one wish.” Nothing else had happened; no sign of an horrific chain of events that unwound from that one action.
“And there was just the one wish?”
“Yes. I mean, well, mostly.”
White lenses narrowed with suspicion. “Mostly?”
“Umm…” A sense of horror did present itself now as Mr. Mxyzptlk, one finger raised to his lips, sprinkled a sparkly dust over Bruce.
I wish Luthor would admit he’s guilty. I wish that book would turn up. I wish Bruce would change his mind about us.
The book had turned up, and now Bruce had the oddest look on his face…