Fic: All For You
Title: All For You
Author: Ivybramble
Fandom: DCAU
Rating: PG
Summary: Sometimes even when the bad guys go down, and nobody gets hurt, a conscientious hero can find himself with loose ends to wrap up. A (belated) birthday drabble for runenklinge . Wishing you all the best Partner Mine. ;)
Disclaimer: I own nothing and make no money.
“My…what a big sound system you have.”
Even though he’d been waiting for it, the fact that the familiar bemused drawl sounded directly into his ear when he’d been sure there was no one behind him on the bridge tower only a second ago provoked an embarrassingly obvious flinch and a high pitched yelp that he had every intention of denying later.
“Dude. Not. Cool!”
“That’s a matter of opinion. I do have a villainous reputation to uphold Flash,” the Pied Piper retorted dryly.
“Speaking of which, I’m pretty sure I saw that Gotham guy you don’t like cosplaying you in a slightly less than flattering fashion at Harry’s yesterday.” The Fastest Man Alive readjusted the volume of Donovan’s “People Call Me The Pied Piper” to a level that wasn’t conducive to causing ear hemorrhages, and then took a seat on top of the oversized stereo that had once resided in the Flash-Van.
“You don’t say,” the Piper’s hand momentarily brushed along the flute hanging from his belt, and then abruptly tightened into a fist around it. “Word on the street has it that another less than popular Gothamite turned up at Harry’s yesterday. Picking on my friends.”
The best thing about the cowl’s opaque lenses was that he could roll his eyes without being caught. “Look I know Bats can come off a little harsh at times…”
“If one defines hanging people off buildings and setting alien bruisers with enough strength to give Superman a workout on…individuals with exceptionalities as a ‘little’ harsh,” the Maestro of Malevolence interrupted darkly.
“But he means well. He was just trying to make sure Cold, Boomer and Mirror Master didn’t turn Flash Appreciation Day into Flash Memorial Day. And James is fine.”
Piper crossed his arms. “Define ‘fine’. Because if our definitions don’t match up you can bet the Grim Gargoyle is going to be getting an earful he’ll never forget.”
“He’s fine Hartley. Not a scratch. I promise,” the Speedster put a hand of each of the other man’s shoulders for emphasis.
Blue eyes stared into his lenses for a long moment before the Pied Piper finally relaxed. “So…what did you actually want to talk to me about?”
“Well the thing is, James was thinking of trying Rehab again, and we both know that he…”
“Does better with a spotter,” Piper finished ruefully before putting his hands behind his back, wrists together for the cuffs.
“You’re a real sport Piper. Thanks.”
“Got me again Flash.”
Author: Ivybramble
Fandom: DCAU
Rating: PG
Summary: Sometimes even when the bad guys go down, and nobody gets hurt, a conscientious hero can find himself with loose ends to wrap up. A (belated) birthday drabble for runenklinge . Wishing you all the best Partner Mine. ;)
Disclaimer: I own nothing and make no money.
“My…what a big sound system you have.”
Even though he’d been waiting for it, the fact that the familiar bemused drawl sounded directly into his ear when he’d been sure there was no one behind him on the bridge tower only a second ago provoked an embarrassingly obvious flinch and a high pitched yelp that he had every intention of denying later.
“Dude. Not. Cool!”
“That’s a matter of opinion. I do have a villainous reputation to uphold Flash,” the Pied Piper retorted dryly.
“Speaking of which, I’m pretty sure I saw that Gotham guy you don’t like cosplaying you in a slightly less than flattering fashion at Harry’s yesterday.” The Fastest Man Alive readjusted the volume of Donovan’s “People Call Me The Pied Piper” to a level that wasn’t conducive to causing ear hemorrhages, and then took a seat on top of the oversized stereo that had once resided in the Flash-Van.
“You don’t say,” the Piper’s hand momentarily brushed along the flute hanging from his belt, and then abruptly tightened into a fist around it. “Word on the street has it that another less than popular Gothamite turned up at Harry’s yesterday. Picking on my friends.”
The best thing about the cowl’s opaque lenses was that he could roll his eyes without being caught. “Look I know Bats can come off a little harsh at times…”
“If one defines hanging people off buildings and setting alien bruisers with enough strength to give Superman a workout on…individuals with exceptionalities as a ‘little’ harsh,” the Maestro of Malevolence interrupted darkly.
“But he means well. He was just trying to make sure Cold, Boomer and Mirror Master didn’t turn Flash Appreciation Day into Flash Memorial Day. And James is fine.”
Piper crossed his arms. “Define ‘fine’. Because if our definitions don’t match up you can bet the Grim Gargoyle is going to be getting an earful he’ll never forget.”
“He’s fine Hartley. Not a scratch. I promise,” the Speedster put a hand of each of the other man’s shoulders for emphasis.
Blue eyes stared into his lenses for a long moment before the Pied Piper finally relaxed. “So…what did you actually want to talk to me about?”
“Well the thing is, James was thinking of trying Rehab again, and we both know that he…”
“Does better with a spotter,” Piper finished ruefully before putting his hands behind his back, wrists together for the cuffs.
“You’re a real sport Piper. Thanks.”
“Got me again Flash.”