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Booster's in his office, what used to be the laundry room in the house he shares with his *shudder* wife. The conversation with his literary agent is not going well.
"Look, I know that there's more of a demand for peeks behind the mask of some of the other leaguers. But it's not going to happen. Because Batman is very scary, that's why, Jerry. Ralph and Sue are public figures, and Ralph loves the attention, if his attorney flagged any passages in the book, I'd be very surprised."
Booster reaches across his desk for the thermos of soup Gladys had her cook make him, giving it a taste. His costume is arranged on a dressmaker's dummy in the corner, a designer is going to be by in a few hours to make some suggestions. He's been thinking about a new look for a while, although the last time he changed costumes, to the armored suit that kept him alive, it tested really poorly. He always did care more about his Q-rating than anything like the ability to keep breathing, our Booster.
"Yeah," he said, nodding after a sip of his soup, "I'm sure the stuff on Wonder Woman's going to be incendiary, but it's not like I made any of it up!" Much. "I haven't been to Paradise Island, but there's gotta be a reason they call it that, if you smell what I'm cooking. Nope, haven't heard anything from the rest of the Superbuddies on the book tour. I'm thinking I might be able to get Beetle to show up. Maybe Max. If there's something in it for him. I'm betting we can book him on Oprah. He'd love it, housewives turning the channel, seeing him smiling out at them, ready to jerk a few...tears, I was gonna say tears, totally. I don't know who else we can get. Maybe I can call Vixen. I mean, what else is she doing these days, am I right?"
Booster flipped open his desktop planner, scavenging it for telephone contact information, lingering over Bruce Wayne's name for a moment, and surpressing a shudder, looked around suspiciously. You never knew when he'd pop out of a pool of shadow and make you wish you'd brought a change of briefs, after all.
"I'll look into it. I said, I'll look into it, and I'll call you back as soon as I've got a couple of names locked up. Alright, Jerry. You too. I know, you have another call, but I swear to god, if you..." Booster held the phone, and looked at it, shaking his head. "Hung up on me. Again. I really need to fire that guy."
"Look, I know that there's more of a demand for peeks behind the mask of some of the other leaguers. But it's not going to happen. Because Batman is very scary, that's why, Jerry. Ralph and Sue are public figures, and Ralph loves the attention, if his attorney flagged any passages in the book, I'd be very surprised."
Booster reaches across his desk for the thermos of soup Gladys had her cook make him, giving it a taste. His costume is arranged on a dressmaker's dummy in the corner, a designer is going to be by in a few hours to make some suggestions. He's been thinking about a new look for a while, although the last time he changed costumes, to the armored suit that kept him alive, it tested really poorly. He always did care more about his Q-rating than anything like the ability to keep breathing, our Booster.
"Yeah," he said, nodding after a sip of his soup, "I'm sure the stuff on Wonder Woman's going to be incendiary, but it's not like I made any of it up!" Much. "I haven't been to Paradise Island, but there's gotta be a reason they call it that, if you smell what I'm cooking. Nope, haven't heard anything from the rest of the Superbuddies on the book tour. I'm thinking I might be able to get Beetle to show up. Maybe Max. If there's something in it for him. I'm betting we can book him on Oprah. He'd love it, housewives turning the channel, seeing him smiling out at them, ready to jerk a few...tears, I was gonna say tears, totally. I don't know who else we can get. Maybe I can call Vixen. I mean, what else is she doing these days, am I right?"
Booster flipped open his desktop planner, scavenging it for telephone contact information, lingering over Bruce Wayne's name for a moment, and surpressing a shudder, looked around suspiciously. You never knew when he'd pop out of a pool of shadow and make you wish you'd brought a change of briefs, after all.
"I'll look into it. I said, I'll look into it, and I'll call you back as soon as I've got a couple of names locked up. Alright, Jerry. You too. I know, you have another call, but I swear to god, if you..." Booster held the phone, and looked at it, shaking his head. "Hung up on me. Again. I really need to fire that guy."