Road Rage by LM (PG)
Fandom: DC COMICS
Pairing: None
Author on LJ: N/A
Author Website: LM’s page at Fanfiction.net
Why this must be read:
For one of my last recs this month, I would like to mention one of my favorite stories. This story is set during the years of Justice League International. Seeing J’onn trying to keep his sanity and keep everyone out of trouble while dealing with Booster, Beetle, and The U.N. at the same time is priceless.
As you might imagine, it is a futile attempt.
"Please, childre--I mean, friends--we are nearly there," J'onn assured them, his green fingers gripped tightly around the steering wheel. They had to be close. Great H'ronmeer, please let them be close . . . With a sigh of relief, he finally spotted the glittering UN building rearing against the skyline, with the flags of over a hundred nations lined proudly in front of the graceful rectangular structure, just behind the police cars and the Batmobile--
Police . . . cars? Batmobile?
"Oh yeah, the 'dark urban legend' thing is real convincing when you leave a huge black cruiser with bat-fins parked in broad daylight in front of the U.N.," Beetle muttered. "If he wants to blend in so badly, why doesn't he get a beat up Honda?"
"It's the car," Booster confided, turning around in his seat. "Chicks dig the car."
J'onn carefully pulled up to the curb. "Remain here," he instructed. "I will investigate." Not bothering to open the van door, he simply turned intangible and floated through it.
Road Rage
Pairing: None
Author on LJ: N/A
Author Website: LM’s page at Fanfiction.net
Why this must be read:
For one of my last recs this month, I would like to mention one of my favorite stories. This story is set during the years of Justice League International. Seeing J’onn trying to keep his sanity and keep everyone out of trouble while dealing with Booster, Beetle, and The U.N. at the same time is priceless.
As you might imagine, it is a futile attempt.
"Please, childre--I mean, friends--we are nearly there," J'onn assured them, his green fingers gripped tightly around the steering wheel. They had to be close. Great H'ronmeer, please let them be close . . . With a sigh of relief, he finally spotted the glittering UN building rearing against the skyline, with the flags of over a hundred nations lined proudly in front of the graceful rectangular structure, just behind the police cars and the Batmobile--
Police . . . cars? Batmobile?
"Oh yeah, the 'dark urban legend' thing is real convincing when you leave a huge black cruiser with bat-fins parked in broad daylight in front of the U.N.," Beetle muttered. "If he wants to blend in so badly, why doesn't he get a beat up Honda?"
"It's the car," Booster confided, turning around in his seat. "Chicks dig the car."
J'onn carefully pulled up to the curb. "Remain here," he instructed. "I will investigate." Not bothering to open the van door, he simply turned intangible and floated through it.
Road Rage