Fic: Conversation Hearts
Title: Conversation Hearts
Author: Ivybramble
Fandom: DC Comics
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Valentine’s Day drabbles, each prompted by a conversation heart message.
Disclaimer: I own nothing and make no money. These are the drabbles relevant to the Comm, the rest are posted on my journal if anyone's interested. ;)
Purr Fect
Accepting the invitation had been a mistake, Selina realized the moment she cleared the coat check and spotted Bruce with a blonde on either arm. The Wayne Foundation Annual Valentine’s Day Charity Ball was a high profile, public event. Which meant that the man of the hour was in full blown empty headed, billionaire playboy mode. Resigning herself to an evening of stilted conversation with people she not so secretly loathed was enough to make her seriously consider abandoning her coat and making a speedy exit out the nearest powder room window. And then the band started to play… “What's new pussycat? Whoa-ooooooooh Whoa-ooooooooh, What's new pussycat? Whoa-ooooooooh, Whoa-ooooooooh-oh! Pussycat, Pussycat, I've got flowers! And lots of hours, To spend with you. So go and powder your cute little pussycat nose! Pussycat, Pussycat, I love you Yes, I do! You and your pussycat nose! What's new pussycat? Whoa-ooooooooh Whoa-ooooooooh, What's new pussycat? Whoa-ooooooooh, Whoa-ooooooooh-oh!” Selina Kyle was forced to stifle a very unladylike guffaw in her champagne as the grinning blonde with the blue and yellow pinstriped tie at the microphone shot her an over the top wink. Seemed that the evening wouldn’t be a total waste after all.
Homo-Sexualize Me
Arms wrapped around his waist from behind, followed by five upward squeeze-thrusts to dislodge the yellow heart shaped candy. “I…hate you,” Piper wheezed the instant he had enough breath.
“How was I supposed to know you’d have one of the damn things in your mouth when you got to that one?” One yellow sleeve wrapped arm stayed around his waist to keep him upright, while the other shifted to rub comforting little circles against his back. “They taste like chalk!”
“They’re candies James. Candies are meant to be eaten.” Attempting to pull away from the not-a-hug proved to be a mistake. His knees gave and James had to lunge to keep him from ending up on the floor. He ended up with his head resting against the other man’s shoulder, both Trickster’s arms firmly wrapped around his waist again.
“Easy now…are you okay?” The amount of concern in the inquiry caught him off guard.
“Do you have any idea how sick I am of people asking me that? I was choking James. I survived. And while we’re on the subject…what the Hell were you trying to accomplish with this little stunt?”
“…” Hartley goggled, his implants were more than capable of picking up the words…but his brain didn’t seem to be up to processing them. He hadn’t been aware that James Jesse was capable of blushing.
“Come again?”
“…said it can mean whatever you want it to. If you want another reason to hit me for being a jerk than, yeah, it was just another example of my increasingly juvenile sense of humour or…Hartley?”
He felt like he was burning up and there was moisture pooling in the corners of his eyes behind his glasses. “James I swear if this is your idea of a joke…” Arms wrapped tighter around him so he could hear the truth of it in the heartbeat. “Never. Look I know I…haven’t exactly been a model friend lately Hart but I swear that I’d never play you like that.”
“If it’s not a joke then…” Clever fingers snuck under his glasses and brushed all the moisture away.
“Be my Valentine…so to speak?” Piper had always had more fond memories connected with the sight of that particular grin than he’d been willing to admit. And there was nothing but earnest hope and fondness in those blue, blue eyes.
“Yes,” he whispered as James closed the last of the distance between them.
Author: Ivybramble
Fandom: DC Comics
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Valentine’s Day drabbles, each prompted by a conversation heart message.
Disclaimer: I own nothing and make no money. These are the drabbles relevant to the Comm, the rest are posted on my journal if anyone's interested. ;)
Purr Fect
Accepting the invitation had been a mistake, Selina realized the moment she cleared the coat check and spotted Bruce with a blonde on either arm. The Wayne Foundation Annual Valentine’s Day Charity Ball was a high profile, public event. Which meant that the man of the hour was in full blown empty headed, billionaire playboy mode. Resigning herself to an evening of stilted conversation with people she not so secretly loathed was enough to make her seriously consider abandoning her coat and making a speedy exit out the nearest powder room window. And then the band started to play… “What's new pussycat? Whoa-ooooooooh Whoa-ooooooooh, What's new pussycat? Whoa-ooooooooh, Whoa-ooooooooh-oh! Pussycat, Pussycat, I've got flowers! And lots of hours, To spend with you. So go and powder your cute little pussycat nose! Pussycat, Pussycat, I love you Yes, I do! You and your pussycat nose! What's new pussycat? Whoa-ooooooooh Whoa-ooooooooh, What's new pussycat? Whoa-ooooooooh, Whoa-ooooooooh-oh!” Selina Kyle was forced to stifle a very unladylike guffaw in her champagne as the grinning blonde with the blue and yellow pinstriped tie at the microphone shot her an over the top wink. Seemed that the evening wouldn’t be a total waste after all.
Homo-Sexualize Me
Arms wrapped around his waist from behind, followed by five upward squeeze-thrusts to dislodge the yellow heart shaped candy. “I…hate you,” Piper wheezed the instant he had enough breath.
“How was I supposed to know you’d have one of the damn things in your mouth when you got to that one?” One yellow sleeve wrapped arm stayed around his waist to keep him upright, while the other shifted to rub comforting little circles against his back. “They taste like chalk!”
“They’re candies James. Candies are meant to be eaten.” Attempting to pull away from the not-a-hug proved to be a mistake. His knees gave and James had to lunge to keep him from ending up on the floor. He ended up with his head resting against the other man’s shoulder, both Trickster’s arms firmly wrapped around his waist again.
“Easy now…are you okay?” The amount of concern in the inquiry caught him off guard.
“Do you have any idea how sick I am of people asking me that? I was choking James. I survived. And while we’re on the subject…what the Hell were you trying to accomplish with this little stunt?”
“…” Hartley goggled, his implants were more than capable of picking up the words…but his brain didn’t seem to be up to processing them. He hadn’t been aware that James Jesse was capable of blushing.
“Come again?”
“…said it can mean whatever you want it to. If you want another reason to hit me for being a jerk than, yeah, it was just another example of my increasingly juvenile sense of humour or…Hartley?”
He felt like he was burning up and there was moisture pooling in the corners of his eyes behind his glasses. “James I swear if this is your idea of a joke…” Arms wrapped tighter around him so he could hear the truth of it in the heartbeat. “Never. Look I know I…haven’t exactly been a model friend lately Hart but I swear that I’d never play you like that.”
“If it’s not a joke then…” Clever fingers snuck under his glasses and brushed all the moisture away.
“Be my Valentine…so to speak?” Piper had always had more fond memories connected with the sight of that particular grin than he’d been willing to admit. And there was nothing but earnest hope and fondness in those blue, blue eyes.
“Yes,” he whispered as James closed the last of the distance between them.