Ficlet for "Problem" - 'Wet Blanket'
title: Wet Blanket
author: perletwo
rating: G
summary: Superheroes should lead, follow, or get out of the way.
"WHAT? Don't you look at me like that, Ollie. It's not my fault this fire got started!" Dinah put her hands on her hips, stamped a booted foot.
"Oh, suuuuure, like you've never shot a flaming arrow into the wrong target, Ms. My Canary Cry Is Perfectly Safe," Green Arrow sneered at his girlfriend.
Meanwhile, the crew of Engine Company 6 dragged out the hoses and protective gear. Their chief scratched his head before putting his helmet on. "Umm, guys? Superheroes?"
The two heroes ignored him. Canary's look plainly said no sex tonight."We can talk about blame later, dickweed - what're you going to do about this? Got a water balloon arrow in there?"
"What's that? Are you calling me juvenile? Huh? Huh?" He stepped closer, got in Dinah's face.
And then the archer found himself lifted three feet off the ground by the hook the chief had attached to his quiver when nobody was looking. Dinah just smirked.
"Look, Dickweed. That's no way to talk to a lady. And if you're not going to help -" he jerked a thumb, and the engine crew swung him 180 degrees to the right and set him down. " - then you can get out of our way."
Black Canary cleared her throat. "Thanks, Chief. Ah, sorry about that. Anything I can do to help?"
The chief handed her a pail of water. "Take this. If he looks like he's coming over here? Dump it on him."
author: perletwo
rating: G
summary: Superheroes should lead, follow, or get out of the way.
"WHAT? Don't you look at me like that, Ollie. It's not my fault this fire got started!" Dinah put her hands on her hips, stamped a booted foot.
"Oh, suuuuure, like you've never shot a flaming arrow into the wrong target, Ms. My Canary Cry Is Perfectly Safe," Green Arrow sneered at his girlfriend.
Meanwhile, the crew of Engine Company 6 dragged out the hoses and protective gear. Their chief scratched his head before putting his helmet on. "Umm, guys? Superheroes?"
The two heroes ignored him. Canary's look plainly said no sex tonight."We can talk about blame later, dickweed - what're you going to do about this? Got a water balloon arrow in there?"
"What's that? Are you calling me juvenile? Huh? Huh?" He stepped closer, got in Dinah's face.
And then the archer found himself lifted three feet off the ground by the hook the chief had attached to his quiver when nobody was looking. Dinah just smirked.
"Look, Dickweed. That's no way to talk to a lady. And if you're not going to help -" he jerked a thumb, and the engine crew swung him 180 degrees to the right and set him down. " - then you can get out of our way."
Black Canary cleared her throat. "Thanks, Chief. Ah, sorry about that. Anything I can do to help?"
The chief handed her a pail of water. "Take this. If he looks like he's coming over here? Dump it on him."