Can I have a Lance Sweets/Princess Diana pairing? You know that Sweets wouldn't care that Diana was way more BAMF than him. He'd be okay with it and probably think it cool.
And if that doesn't strike your fancy, how about this snippet from a dream I had? It's odd because I don't read DC comics so I don't know why I had this dream.
Little Girl calls 911 from a stolen/lost cell phone. She's crying in the woods and wants Superman. The dispatcher sends someone out with a mega phone to yell for Supes, while trying to find out from the kid where she is. All they get from the cell phone towers is a national park. Superman answers the shout-out and speaks with the dispatcher a bit.
So Supes flies out to the park and finds LG pretty easily. She's in a tree afraid to come down because 'they' might find her again. Supes ask LG for the phone and lets the dispatcher know that he's found the kid. She's quite willing to let Superman take her out of the tree and carry her. (As she's sure 'they' won't hurt her now that Supes is here.)
Supes talks to her and locates the cabin she ran from. He employs that wonderful Xray vision to check if anyone is in the house. Superman spies several child bodies under the floor of the house. "Oh, no..." He says, all horrified.
Superman rolls his eyes mightily as Special Agent Seeley Booth reads him the riot act.
"I don't care if you're Santa Claus," Booth says. "I don't care if you're the Easter Bunny. This is FBI territory, and you don't go digging up bodies without our say-so."
Superman nods slowly. "I'm sorry, Agent Booth. I'm not usually the guy they call in for this sort of thing. Dead kids and serial killers are usually more Batman's area of expertise. I let my emotions get ahead of me."
Booth sighs. "Yeah, well...it's easy to do when kids are involved..."
"How's the girl?"
"She's with a child protective service agent right now," Booth replies. "Shaken up, malnourished and she's got a couple of broken ribs. It's amazing she managed to get up into that tree. You ever seen her before?"
Superman shakes his head. "Not that I know of."
"Well, you seem to be the only one she'll talk to," Booth says. "So we'll need you to stick around for a while."
"I'll do whatever you need," Superman says. He grins wryly. "I'll even call in Batman if you want."
Booth snorts. "You do, and I'm going on a while goose chase for whatever little specs of Kryptonite the FBI have lying around."
And if that doesn't strike your fancy, how about this snippet from a dream I had? It's odd because I don't read DC comics so I don't know why I had this dream.
Little Girl calls 911 from a stolen/lost cell phone. She's crying in the woods and wants Superman. The dispatcher sends someone out with a mega phone to yell for Supes, while trying to find out from the kid where she is. All they get from the cell phone towers is a national park. Superman answers the shout-out and speaks with the dispatcher a bit.
So Supes flies out to the park and finds LG pretty easily. She's in a tree afraid to come down because 'they' might find her again. Supes ask LG for the phone and lets the dispatcher know that he's found the kid. She's quite willing to let Superman take her out of the tree and carry her. (As she's sure 'they' won't hurt her now that Supes is here.)
Supes talks to her and locates the cabin she ran from. He employs that wonderful Xray vision to check if anyone is in the house. Superman spies several child bodies under the floor of the house. "Oh, no..." He says, all horrified.
Cue Bones theme.
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"I don't care if you're Santa Claus," Booth says. "I don't care if you're the Easter Bunny. This is FBI territory, and you don't go digging up bodies without our say-so."
Superman nods slowly. "I'm sorry, Agent Booth. I'm not usually the guy they call in for this sort of thing. Dead kids and serial killers are usually more Batman's area of expertise. I let my emotions get ahead of me."
Booth sighs. "Yeah, well...it's easy to do when kids are involved..."
"How's the girl?"
"She's with a child protective service agent right now," Booth replies. "Shaken up, malnourished and she's got a couple of broken ribs. It's amazing she managed to get up into that tree. You ever seen her before?"
Superman shakes his head. "Not that I know of."
"Well, you seem to be the only one she'll talk to," Booth says. "So we'll need you to stick around for a while."
"I'll do whatever you need," Superman says. He grins wryly. "I'll even call in Batman if you want."
Booth snorts. "You do, and I'm going on a while goose chase for whatever little specs of Kryptonite the FBI have lying around."
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