First Request Ficlets
for petronelle:
It's not yet One Year Later, and the Joker is installing a jack-in-the-time-bomb beneath one of Gotham's middle sized shopping centres.
A dark figure detaches itself from the shadows. The Joker turns to it and laughs, loud and shrill and nothing like a human sound, raising a machine gun painted like a water pistol.
Then he stops. "Harv?" he says. "That you?" He taps a thin finger against his grin. "For a second, I thought you were Batty!" Harvey Dent walks forward and executes a perfectly practiced round kick into the side of the Joker's face.
"Get it?" The Joker giggles through blood stained teeth. "Batty?"
Harvey punches him in the head, kicks him in the ribs, takes him all the way down. One corner of his mouth twists into a satisfied smile.
"Yeah," he says in confidential tones to the shaking, snickering mound by his feet. "For a second there, I did too."
for hannahrorlove:
When Wilson found House, House was limping down the corridor with a surgical mask on. There was a teddy bear in his outstretched, thick gloved hand.
"What's that?" asked Wilson.
"A gift from one of my previous patients," said House.
"How, er. Thoughtful."
"A gift from one of *my* patients," House repeated. "I'm not saying thank you until it's been checked for poisons and embedded razor blades."
"Don't bother," said Wilson, falling into step beside House. "We both know you're not going to say thank you, anyway."
for caia_comica:
Computo lets go, and Irma slams hard into the floor. She doesn't get up again.
Brainiac 5 is already crumpled against the wall, unconscious. His desperate attempt to build a computer powerful enough to defeat their enemy is scattered around them. Drura can only imagine that the Legionnaires outside, meant to be buying them the necessary time, are in at least as bad shape. The thought of her teammates badly hurt - or worse - makes her feel sick to her stomach. It's almost ironic.
Computo smashes a few more panels, and then turns to leave back through the giant hole it had ripped in the wall. It ignores Drura entirely.
Drura grabs a piece of piping and throws it at Computo's side. "Hey! You forgot about me!" she screams at it.
The machine doesn't pause. "Drura Sehpt," it intones. "Vector for contagious diseases. Average humanform strength levels. Irrelevant."
"No," says Drura. "Infectious Lass." She narrows her eyes at Computo. Parts of it had once been the Coluan Sharn Nux, Drura knew, but between the "upgrades" Nux's people had given her beforehand, whatever it had done to itself since, it was now almost wholly inorganic.
Computo's arms suddenly drop limp. It jerks a few times. "Se-see your friendly-friendly smi-i-i-i-ile," grind out its vocal processors. "You-you-you-you bright." It falls over, smoking slightly.
"And that," she tells it. "Is a particularly awful memetic technovirus. You should really see a repairman about that."
It's not yet One Year Later, and the Joker is installing a jack-in-the-time-bomb beneath one of Gotham's middle sized shopping centres.
A dark figure detaches itself from the shadows. The Joker turns to it and laughs, loud and shrill and nothing like a human sound, raising a machine gun painted like a water pistol.
Then he stops. "Harv?" he says. "That you?" He taps a thin finger against his grin. "For a second, I thought you were Batty!" Harvey Dent walks forward and executes a perfectly practiced round kick into the side of the Joker's face.
"Get it?" The Joker giggles through blood stained teeth. "Batty?"
Harvey punches him in the head, kicks him in the ribs, takes him all the way down. One corner of his mouth twists into a satisfied smile.
"Yeah," he says in confidential tones to the shaking, snickering mound by his feet. "For a second there, I did too."
for hannahrorlove:
When Wilson found House, House was limping down the corridor with a surgical mask on. There was a teddy bear in his outstretched, thick gloved hand.
"What's that?" asked Wilson.
"A gift from one of my previous patients," said House.
"How, er. Thoughtful."
"A gift from one of *my* patients," House repeated. "I'm not saying thank you until it's been checked for poisons and embedded razor blades."
"Don't bother," said Wilson, falling into step beside House. "We both know you're not going to say thank you, anyway."
for caia_comica:
Computo lets go, and Irma slams hard into the floor. She doesn't get up again.
Brainiac 5 is already crumpled against the wall, unconscious. His desperate attempt to build a computer powerful enough to defeat their enemy is scattered around them. Drura can only imagine that the Legionnaires outside, meant to be buying them the necessary time, are in at least as bad shape. The thought of her teammates badly hurt - or worse - makes her feel sick to her stomach. It's almost ironic.
Computo smashes a few more panels, and then turns to leave back through the giant hole it had ripped in the wall. It ignores Drura entirely.
Drura grabs a piece of piping and throws it at Computo's side. "Hey! You forgot about me!" she screams at it.
The machine doesn't pause. "Drura Sehpt," it intones. "Vector for contagious diseases. Average humanform strength levels. Irrelevant."
"No," says Drura. "Infectious Lass." She narrows her eyes at Computo. Parts of it had once been the Coluan Sharn Nux, Drura knew, but between the "upgrades" Nux's people had given her beforehand, whatever it had done to itself since, it was now almost wholly inorganic.
Computo's arms suddenly drop limp. It jerks a few times. "Se-see your friendly-friendly smi-i-i-i-ile," grind out its vocal processors. "You-you-you-you bright." It falls over, smoking slightly.
"And that," she tells it. "Is a particularly awful memetic technovirus. You should really see a repairman about that."