Ficlets: Mentors; Murder in His Eyes; Still Rose | DCU | Various characters and ratings
Three more request ficlets from my "Thinking Outside the Ship" meme. ^_^
Title: Mentors
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Charlie Gage-Radcliffe (Misfit)/Bart Allen (sorta)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 224
Prompt: For shananagin - Strict mentors suck
Summary: Charlie pops in on Bart unannounced.
Disclaimer: DC and WB own it. I own nothing. Darnit.
Author's Notes: Canon? What canon? This makes perfect sense...
Mentors
Bart was in the kitchen at Titans Tower grabbing a snack when Charlie popped in next to him, sending him a foot and a half in the air. "Yeeaahhh!!" he yelped, clutching his chest and breathing hard. "I thought I told you not to do that!" Indeed, it was hard to sneak up on a speedster, but Charlie was one of the few people that could do it.
"Sorry, man," she smiled, blushing. "Just needed to get out of the Clocktower for a while. Oracle was busting my butt again, and you know how I get..."
Bart nodded rapidly, finishing putting his sandwich together and making her one as well. "Oh, yeah," he agreed. "There were plenty of times I wished I could just disappear when Uncle Jay started lecturing me on things I don't even remember."
"Yeah?" Charlie asked as they headed back into the common room to plop down on the sofa. "I thought you remembered everything."
"Well, I was technically three years old at the time," Bart offered thoughtfully, before biting into his sandwich and chewing loudly.
Charlie giggled, taking a bite of her own sandwich. Then, "Oracle's gonna kill me for running off."
"Probably."
"Ugh, she'll probably have me cleaning the Clocktower for a whole month," the girl said, pursing her lips in aggravation.
Bart smirked sideways at her. "Strict mentors suck, don't they?"
"You got that right."
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Title: Murder in His Eyes
Fandom: DCU
Characters: The Jokester, the Challengers (Jason Todd, Donna Troy)
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 195
Prompt: For daggerpen - The Challengers
Summary: The Jokester wonders why Jason Todd hates him so much.
Murder in His Eyes
Tagging along with that insane group of so-called 'heroes' was the only option left for the Jokester, what with his family dead and the universe looking like it was going to hell in a hand basket. Not that his desire to make some good come from it all seemed to be going over well with them. The guy in the red mask that he'd come to know as Jason Todd simply had it out for him. Looked at him with murder in his eyes.
Some trip this is turning out to be... he grumbled to himself after yet another skirmish with the boy. For the life of him, he couldn't figure out why the kid seemed to hate him so much, and why he kept going on about crowbars. He suspected it had something to do with his eerie resemblance to Talon, though.
Later, when the girl called Donna took him aside and told him about Jason's gruesome death at the hands of the Joker, his own double from their universe, the Jokester deflated. No wonder they all hated him so much; his double was a completely insane son of a bitch.
Damn multiverse.
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Title: Still Rose
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Cassie Sandsmark/Rose Wilson
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 359
Prompt: For milleniumrex - I hate crutches
Summary: While Rose is cursing her fate and healing up from a torn ligament, Cassie tries to cheer her up.
Still Rose
To Rose, there wasn't anything worse than being forced to walk around on crutches for six weeks. Well, except for the reason being a torn ligament in her knee from a training exercise gone wrong. It couldn't have happened in a real fight, oh, nooooo...
"You gonna sit there all day glaring at those things, or are you gonna come down to the common room for pizza?" Cassie asked her from where she leaned against the door jam of Rose's room.
The white-haired girl trained her good eye on her friend - as much as she could consider Cassie that - and scowled. "This isn't exactly dignified."
"Since when have you been concerned with 'dignified', Miss 'walk around the tower half-dressed'?" Cassie smirked.
"Shut up," Rose growled half-heartedly, tossing a pillow at Cassie, who only giggled and dodged easily.
"Seriously, what have you really got against those things?" the blonde asked as she straightened herself and stepped into the room.
Rose looked away. "Nothing."
Sitting beside her on the bed, Cassie grasped her lightly by the chin and turned Rose's face back to hers. "Come on. What is it? Tell me," she said softly.
Rose felt her gut clench at the thought of it. "I... I hate them, all right?" she sneered, pulling out of Cassie's grasp. "I can't do anything with them. I can't train, I can't fight, I'm nothing!"
"Oh, Rose..." Cassie gasped. "No. Just because you can't fight doesn't mean you're nothing. You're still you."
"Bull."
"Hey, I'm serious!" the other girl half-smiled. "Having a messed up knee doesn't make you any less Rose Wilson, trust me," she finished, leaning forward and planting a kiss on the other girl's forehead.
The unexpected kiss sent a shock through Rose. "The hell?" she growled, turning and shoving Cassie back over the bed, pinning her down by the shoulders.
"See?" Cassie smirked from beneath her. "Still Rose."
"Oh, you b--"
But Rose's curse was cut off when Cassie pushed herself up and kissed her again, pressing their mouths tightly together. After a moment, the blonde pulled back. "Still hate those things?" she breathed.
"Shut up," Rose commanded, leaning back down and taking the kiss for herself this time.
Cassie was only happy to oblige.
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Title: Mentors
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Charlie Gage-Radcliffe (Misfit)/Bart Allen (sorta)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 224
Prompt: For shananagin - Strict mentors suck
Summary: Charlie pops in on Bart unannounced.
Disclaimer: DC and WB own it. I own nothing. Darnit.
Author's Notes: Canon? What canon? This makes perfect sense...
Mentors
Bart was in the kitchen at Titans Tower grabbing a snack when Charlie popped in next to him, sending him a foot and a half in the air. "Yeeaahhh!!" he yelped, clutching his chest and breathing hard. "I thought I told you not to do that!" Indeed, it was hard to sneak up on a speedster, but Charlie was one of the few people that could do it.
"Sorry, man," she smiled, blushing. "Just needed to get out of the Clocktower for a while. Oracle was busting my butt again, and you know how I get..."
Bart nodded rapidly, finishing putting his sandwich together and making her one as well. "Oh, yeah," he agreed. "There were plenty of times I wished I could just disappear when Uncle Jay started lecturing me on things I don't even remember."
"Yeah?" Charlie asked as they headed back into the common room to plop down on the sofa. "I thought you remembered everything."
"Well, I was technically three years old at the time," Bart offered thoughtfully, before biting into his sandwich and chewing loudly.
Charlie giggled, taking a bite of her own sandwich. Then, "Oracle's gonna kill me for running off."
"Probably."
"Ugh, she'll probably have me cleaning the Clocktower for a whole month," the girl said, pursing her lips in aggravation.
Bart smirked sideways at her. "Strict mentors suck, don't they?"
"You got that right."
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Title: Murder in His Eyes
Fandom: DCU
Characters: The Jokester, the Challengers (Jason Todd, Donna Troy)
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 195
Prompt: For daggerpen - The Challengers
Summary: The Jokester wonders why Jason Todd hates him so much.
Murder in His Eyes
Tagging along with that insane group of so-called 'heroes' was the only option left for the Jokester, what with his family dead and the universe looking like it was going to hell in a hand basket. Not that his desire to make some good come from it all seemed to be going over well with them. The guy in the red mask that he'd come to know as Jason Todd simply had it out for him. Looked at him with murder in his eyes.
Some trip this is turning out to be... he grumbled to himself after yet another skirmish with the boy. For the life of him, he couldn't figure out why the kid seemed to hate him so much, and why he kept going on about crowbars. He suspected it had something to do with his eerie resemblance to Talon, though.
Later, when the girl called Donna took him aside and told him about Jason's gruesome death at the hands of the Joker, his own double from their universe, the Jokester deflated. No wonder they all hated him so much; his double was a completely insane son of a bitch.
Damn multiverse.
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Title: Still Rose
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Cassie Sandsmark/Rose Wilson
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 359
Prompt: For milleniumrex - I hate crutches
Summary: While Rose is cursing her fate and healing up from a torn ligament, Cassie tries to cheer her up.
Still Rose
To Rose, there wasn't anything worse than being forced to walk around on crutches for six weeks. Well, except for the reason being a torn ligament in her knee from a training exercise gone wrong. It couldn't have happened in a real fight, oh, nooooo...
"You gonna sit there all day glaring at those things, or are you gonna come down to the common room for pizza?" Cassie asked her from where she leaned against the door jam of Rose's room.
The white-haired girl trained her good eye on her friend - as much as she could consider Cassie that - and scowled. "This isn't exactly dignified."
"Since when have you been concerned with 'dignified', Miss 'walk around the tower half-dressed'?" Cassie smirked.
"Shut up," Rose growled half-heartedly, tossing a pillow at Cassie, who only giggled and dodged easily.
"Seriously, what have you really got against those things?" the blonde asked as she straightened herself and stepped into the room.
Rose looked away. "Nothing."
Sitting beside her on the bed, Cassie grasped her lightly by the chin and turned Rose's face back to hers. "Come on. What is it? Tell me," she said softly.
Rose felt her gut clench at the thought of it. "I... I hate them, all right?" she sneered, pulling out of Cassie's grasp. "I can't do anything with them. I can't train, I can't fight, I'm nothing!"
"Oh, Rose..." Cassie gasped. "No. Just because you can't fight doesn't mean you're nothing. You're still you."
"Bull."
"Hey, I'm serious!" the other girl half-smiled. "Having a messed up knee doesn't make you any less Rose Wilson, trust me," she finished, leaning forward and planting a kiss on the other girl's forehead.
The unexpected kiss sent a shock through Rose. "The hell?" she growled, turning and shoving Cassie back over the bed, pinning her down by the shoulders.
"See?" Cassie smirked from beneath her. "Still Rose."
"Oh, you b--"
But Rose's curse was cut off when Cassie pushed herself up and kissed her again, pressing their mouths tightly together. After a moment, the blonde pulled back. "Still hate those things?" she breathed.
"Shut up," Rose commanded, leaning back down and taking the kiss for herself this time.
Cassie was only happy to oblige.
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