Fic: The Young Justice Debutante Ball(Bart/Tim)
Title: The Young Justice Debutante Ball
By: milleniumrex
Rating: PG
Characters: Bart Allen/Tim Drake, Cissie King-Jones
Words: 350
Summary: Tim wonders what goes on at Cissie's debutante ball practice. Bart has an idea.
Author's Notes/Warnings: Written for shananagin's request of "cross-dressing" for coldfiredragon's The Summer of Cliches Fic-a-thon!.
"You're insane. I'm never letting you talk me into anything again, Bart."
"Come on, Tim! You're the one who wanted to know what this place was like! Now we can find out!"
Tim shook his head, the fake hair on his wig flapping in his face. "I was just curious. I didn't mean that we should dress in drag and infiltrate Cissie's debutante classes! And why are you wearing a hoop dress and carrying a fan?"
"Why, because ah'm Miss Violet Boulevard the Third, the most bee-yoo-tiful debutante in all of the old Antebellum! Ah do declare!"
"We're in Pennsylvania, Bart."
"Shh, don't break character! You actually make a pretty convincing girl, by the way. Cute, too."
Despite himself, Tim found himself blushing. He had gone with a simple blue dress, a straight wig, and tasteful but convincing makeup, and he was disturbed to say that he got used to it relatively quickly. Bart, on the other hand...was Bart.
An old man in a pink leotard loudly clapped his hands. "In line, ladies! Time to practice the processional!"
Tim and Bart were quickly ran into by about 100 girls in formal dresses, who pushed them onto the stage as some kind of march across the stage began. They were about halfway through when they spotted a familiar face.
"BART?"
Cissie ran up to Bart, who meekly tried to hide his face with his fan.
"Bart? Who is this...Bart? I'm Miss Viol - "
"Save it, Bart! I know it's you under there, and if my mother sees you here, she'll have your speedy little butt on a pike!"
Cissie dragged Bart off to the exit as Tim was left standing alone on stage. The sounds of Bart protesting in character, then protesting as Bart, then being tossed out the door, were heard around the auditorium. Tim wasn't sure what exactly to do, until Cissie returned sans Bart and extended a hand to him.
"Hi! I haven't seen you here before? Are you the new girl?"
Tim facepalmed. Once Kon heard about this, he was never going to live this down.
By: milleniumrex
Rating: PG
Characters: Bart Allen/Tim Drake, Cissie King-Jones
Words: 350
Summary: Tim wonders what goes on at Cissie's debutante ball practice. Bart has an idea.
Author's Notes/Warnings: Written for shananagin's request of "cross-dressing" for coldfiredragon's The Summer of Cliches Fic-a-thon!.
"You're insane. I'm never letting you talk me into anything again, Bart."
"Come on, Tim! You're the one who wanted to know what this place was like! Now we can find out!"
Tim shook his head, the fake hair on his wig flapping in his face. "I was just curious. I didn't mean that we should dress in drag and infiltrate Cissie's debutante classes! And why are you wearing a hoop dress and carrying a fan?"
"Why, because ah'm Miss Violet Boulevard the Third, the most bee-yoo-tiful debutante in all of the old Antebellum! Ah do declare!"
"We're in Pennsylvania, Bart."
"Shh, don't break character! You actually make a pretty convincing girl, by the way. Cute, too."
Despite himself, Tim found himself blushing. He had gone with a simple blue dress, a straight wig, and tasteful but convincing makeup, and he was disturbed to say that he got used to it relatively quickly. Bart, on the other hand...was Bart.
An old man in a pink leotard loudly clapped his hands. "In line, ladies! Time to practice the processional!"
Tim and Bart were quickly ran into by about 100 girls in formal dresses, who pushed them onto the stage as some kind of march across the stage began. They were about halfway through when they spotted a familiar face.
"BART?"
Cissie ran up to Bart, who meekly tried to hide his face with his fan.
"Bart? Who is this...Bart? I'm Miss Viol - "
"Save it, Bart! I know it's you under there, and if my mother sees you here, she'll have your speedy little butt on a pike!"
Cissie dragged Bart off to the exit as Tim was left standing alone on stage. The sounds of Bart protesting in character, then protesting as Bart, then being tossed out the door, were heard around the auditorium. Tim wasn't sure what exactly to do, until Cissie returned sans Bart and extended a hand to him.
"Hi! I haven't seen you here before? Are you the new girl?"
Tim facepalmed. Once Kon heard about this, he was never going to live this down.