Oblivious to the madness that surrounded him, Oz was opening his doors for the long overdue Prefect hours he was expected to hold. If he knew, he'd be almost disappointed not to be affected by the spell. Last time he was in the body of an eight year old girl, and he got to ride on swings and the Doctor and then take a nap.
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He could really only do one of those, now. )
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He was in his normal domino mask, jeans, white body armor shirt and leather jacket, having thankfully left the helmet behind since he wasn't in a mood for being called a giant strawberry lollipop or anything else along those lines in case Oz had Ryuuji's sense of humor.
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Oz didn't think adding 'I love your work!' would be appreciated. The werewolf was also curious to what Jason wanted; he didn't think they were going to be planning a bake-sale.
Hmm... Robin Bake-Sale...
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This came, of course, from the boy who was Robin II, the Red Hood II and had toyed with the idea of being Nightwing II. And had spent a very memorable day as Superboy, during which he'd put his newly-found superpowers to no good use and broken his boyfriend's arm.
Clearly, Jason only had the best of intentions in asking Oz that. He wanted to hold a bakesale and give out Batcookies. That was it.
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The shorter man raised his eyebrows and responded, "Last time I checked," before he found himself, in the blink of an eye (not even with a poof), standing. And staring at himself.
"Jason" started, his athletic body immediately moving itself from its posture of easy power to the slouch of a slacker. He looked at "his" hands for confirmation, and murmured, "Well, that just happened at the most ironic moment possible."
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