Ficlet: Goons
I am, at this moment, watching Batman Forever with my XO. This movie is a huge part of my childhood, I've seen it about 12 times now. And I just noticed the fact that all of the goons in the show remind me of the 
Then this happened.
Title: Goons
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Gen (possibly Robin/Hot Cops)
Rating/Warnings: Rated PG for Hot Cops
Word Count 355
Summary: It's been a hard economic time for everyone. Two-Face is forced to outsource his henchmen.
"You won't survive this one Batman! Not even you can diffuse two bombs at once." Two-Face cackled.
It was a normal Tuesday night in Gotham.
"It's a good thing I've got a partner then." Batman told him, sliding in to punch Two-Face solidly in the jaw.
"Outta the way!" Robin shouted landing among Two-Face's goons feet-in-face first, "I'm coming through."
The cronies scattered. And that was when things got a little bit weird.
"Fuck!" Cried one of them, "You little bitch, those glasses were Prada."
Somewhere off to the left, Batman slammed Two-Face into the wall and headed for the first bomb.
"Ummm." Robin said, stopping in the middle of a crowd of flunkies who were, well, not doing anything. "Are we going to fight or something?"
"'Ummmm.'" Another flunky mocked, "No, we're just here to look good. Nice panties by the way."
Dick glowered, "I'm not criticizing your outfits--"
"--No!" The flunky cried, "I mean, I actually like the panties. My friend Madame Tricia, over at the Divas, she had a whole ensemble made with that same green scale."
"It's to die for!" Another lackey said.
"Ummmm..." Dick wasn't quite sure what to say.
Batman moved from one bomb to the other, pounding Two-Face into the floor on the way.
"I mean, look at these things," a henchmen to the left of Dick said, "Sure, we get to wear shorts--"
"--and vests!" Someone else cut in.
"--But these red and black masks? Ohmigod."
"Tacky!"
"Robin." Batman's gravelly voice was suddenly at Robin's ear, "Move out."
The bombs were disarmed. Two-Face lay on the ground, bound by zip-strips and helpless.
"S-sure!" Dick spun, hoping that Bruce wouldn't notice his particular inaction during this bust.
"We'll see you later!" Cried one of Two-Face's not-so-efficient flunkies.
"We dance every Friday at the Apollo!" Another one cried.
Robin gave a mental shrug. Maybe he would drop by. These guys were, well, nice. And they liked his outfit.
And one of them had pinched his butt.
They were nice guys, albeit not very good cronies.
That would teach Two-Face to hire his muscle from Hotcops, INC.
Then this happened.
Title: Goons
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Gen (possibly Robin/Hot Cops)
Rating/Warnings: Rated PG for Hot Cops
Word Count 355
Summary: It's been a hard economic time for everyone. Two-Face is forced to outsource his henchmen.
"You won't survive this one Batman! Not even you can diffuse two bombs at once." Two-Face cackled.
It was a normal Tuesday night in Gotham.
"It's a good thing I've got a partner then." Batman told him, sliding in to punch Two-Face solidly in the jaw.
"Outta the way!" Robin shouted landing among Two-Face's goons feet-in-face first, "I'm coming through."
The cronies scattered. And that was when things got a little bit weird.
"Fuck!" Cried one of them, "You little bitch, those glasses were Prada."
Somewhere off to the left, Batman slammed Two-Face into the wall and headed for the first bomb.
"Ummm." Robin said, stopping in the middle of a crowd of flunkies who were, well, not doing anything. "Are we going to fight or something?"
"'Ummmm.'" Another flunky mocked, "No, we're just here to look good. Nice panties by the way."
Dick glowered, "I'm not criticizing your outfits--"
"--No!" The flunky cried, "I mean, I actually like the panties. My friend Madame Tricia, over at the Divas, she had a whole ensemble made with that same green scale."
"It's to die for!" Another lackey said.
"Ummmm..." Dick wasn't quite sure what to say.
Batman moved from one bomb to the other, pounding Two-Face into the floor on the way.
"I mean, look at these things," a henchmen to the left of Dick said, "Sure, we get to wear shorts--"
"--and vests!" Someone else cut in.
"--But these red and black masks? Ohmigod."
"Tacky!"
"Robin." Batman's gravelly voice was suddenly at Robin's ear, "Move out."
The bombs were disarmed. Two-Face lay on the ground, bound by zip-strips and helpless.
"S-sure!" Dick spun, hoping that Bruce wouldn't notice his particular inaction during this bust.
"We'll see you later!" Cried one of Two-Face's not-so-efficient flunkies.
"We dance every Friday at the Apollo!" Another one cried.
Robin gave a mental shrug. Maybe he would drop by. These guys were, well, nice. And they liked his outfit.
And one of them had pinched his butt.
They were nice guys, albeit not very good cronies.
That would teach Two-Face to hire his muscle from Hotcops, INC.