Present for A .Clueless. Conundrum!
Ha ha. So to stretch my wounded hand a bit I decided to whip up something short. That, coupled with the realization that AG won a request for a challenge I issued in "Come Together", created this. It takes place between chapter 23 and 24 of her fic "Priceless" and I hope you like it, AG! There may be a sequel later, but that'll have to wait until my hand stops hurting.
The question actually makes Batman stand still, staring at them with just the barest hint of disbelief on his face; that cowl of his makes it difficult to gauge reactions, but judging by the fact that he hasn’t thrown the Batarang in his hand yet it’s safe to assume that Batman was not expecting that question.
Robin has a much more visible reaction, his mouth dropping open and his eyes widening behind the mask. His eyebrows shoot up to the top of his forehead, nearly vanishing in the roots of his black hair. “What?” he asks incredulously, staring in disbelief at them.
Ragdoll does not need a mirror to know that he himself has a look that looks exactly like the Boy Wonder’s.
The triple jointed man hadn’t understood why Firefly had asked him to come to some out of the way art museum; this dinky little place hardly had anything worth stealing and nothing to challenge his contortionist skills. His confusion had only increased when the arsonist simply knocked a cheap looking vase off its pedestal before leaning against the wall, allowing the alarms to go off and waiting for the Batman to show up.
Now Ragdoll is painfully aware of what Firefly is up to, and all he can do is merely stand in place and pray that this is a horrible nightmare.
He stares at Firefly with something best described as horror as the other man whips out the tiny little bundle of fur from a hidden pocket in his suit and holds it up for Batman to see.
“See, we’re not having much luck naming the furball. Ragdoll here won’t let Moth name him Killer Claws, and Little Gangsta got eliminated too. So, Bats, what would you name him?” asks the arsonist in a drawl.
The situation is one so bizarre that Ragdoll’s not sure if he wants to laugh or grab Firefly by the ankles and belt his head against the nearest tree.
Robin is the first to break the silence. “You mean to tell me you clowns broke into the museum and set the alarms off so you could ask us about naming your cat?” he asks suspiciously. Batman is watching them impassively, giving nothing of his thoughts away-likely he’s debating whether it’s worth the effort to actually take them to jail or if he should just let them go.
“In a word, yes,” replies Firefly lazily, placing the small kitten on his shoulder. “So, any ideas?”
It’s in that instant that Ragdoll decides that Firefly is a certifiable idiot.