Ficlets: Boy Scout in the Bat-Suit; Score One for the Regular Guy! | DCU | Various pairings, ratings
Two more request ficlets from the "Thinking Outside the Ship" meme. :D
Title: Boy Scout in the Bat-Suit
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Selina Kyle/Clark Kent (Clark Kent/Lois Lane mentioned)
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 506
Prompt: For roguecatwoman - mix-up!
Summary: When rooftop tag with Batman doesn't go as it should, Selina gets quite a surprise.
Disclaimer: DC and WB own it all. I own nothing. Darnit.
Boy Scout in the Bat-Suit
Selina wasn't sure why, but tonight's rooftop tag with Brucie didn't seem to be going all that well for her. He hadn't stopped to throw around their usual banter at all. No innuendo, no playful half-grabs as they skirted each other's touch, nothing. To be honest, it was getting rather disturbing.
So when she caught up with him - finally - on the roof of Wayne Tower, exhausted and confused, she latched onto him as soon as he was within striking distance, wrapping her arms around his waist and molding her body against his back. "You've been a naughty boy tonight, Brucie," she purred in his ear. "Haven't let me have any fun at all."
Bruce turned in her grasp to face her, eyes hidden beneath white lenses. "I--"
But Selina cut him off quickly, sealing her mouth tightly to his and sweeping her tongue inside as she writhed against him, reveling in his warmth. Teach him to ignore me...
"Mmmph," came the muffled protest from Bruce's throat as she felt strong hands start to push her away. Too late, she realized that Bruce tasted... wrong. Not like Bruce at all. With shock shooting up and down her spine, Selina backed off in a hurry.
"What the hell?" she hissed.
Not-Bruce wiped a gloved hand over his mouth gently. "I'm afraid you have me confused with someone else, Miss Kyle," the man said in a commanding, velvet voice. More quietly, he went on, "Bruce is out of commission for the next few nights. Sprained knee. I'm sort of... filling in." Finished, he offered a quirky, apologetic smile.
And it all fell together. "Superman..." she purred, shaking her head in relief and annoyance. "Why didn't you share this little fact before I gave chase?"
"I didn't know why you were following me."
"You mean Brucie hasn't told you about our little game?" she raised an eyebrow at him from behind her mask, knowing he'd see it regardless.
"Afraid not."
"Well, then. A certain Bat has some explaining to do, doesn't he?"
Superman smiled. "He does, at that."
Purring again, Selina slid up to the Bat-suit-clad Superman. "You know, I'd be happy to introduce you to the game, Boy Scout. Show you how Gothamites spend a slow night?"
Superman grasped her by the shoulders when she came within arms' reach. "Sorry, Miss Kyle," he said quietly, then in a whisper, "I'm married."
With a pout, Selina looked up at him, deflated. "Well, you're no fun, are you?"
A full laugh met her. "Not really, no."
"Hmm, that's all right," she smirked, seeing a bright side to this little mix-up. "At least I can count myself among the few women that have had the pleasure of laying one on Big Blue. Thanks for an interesting evening, Superman." And with that, she backed out of his grasp and flung herself off the roof toward the next building over, thinking about the kiss and realizing it had been a damned good one, after all.
"You're welcome," she heard him call after her as she leaped away.
Ten blocks later, it hit her. Superman is married!?!
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Title: Score One for the Regular Guy!
Fandom: DCU
Characters/Pairing: Selina Kyle/Ted Kord, Booster Gold
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 526
Prompt: For runenklinge - (no prompt, just the pairing)
Summary: Booster finds out just what Ted did last night...
Score One for the Regular Guy!
Bright and early Saturday morning, Booster knocked on Ted's door, eager for them to get on their way to the Knights/Monarchs game, even if it was still eight hours till kickoff. They had a full day of tailgating ahead of them, and Guy was probably already waiting for them at the stadium.
When Ted didn't answer the door right away, Michael knocked again, bouncing on the balls of his feet.
But again, no answer. Which was really starting to annoy Booster. Didn't Ted know they had a time table they needed to follow?
"Ted!" he called out, knocking again. "Teddy, c'mon! We're burnin' daylight!"
Finally, after what might have been five or even ten minutes of waiting, the door opened, revealing Ted, resplendent in his blue bathrobe, boxers, and fuzzy slippers. "Oh, mornin' Booster, w'sup?" he yawned widely, before running fingers through his sleep-mussed hair.
Booster was struck speechless for a moment, but finally managed to sputter, "Wh-uh-Ted! Jesus! We're gonna be late for the pre-game festivities!"
A look of confusion moved over Ted's face, until it dawned on him, and his eyes widened. "Oh. Shit. Uh..." He looked back over his shoulder for a moment, then back at Michael. "I, uh... had some company last night. Things kind of... ran late..."
"Huh?" Booster stared, even more confused. "Since when do you have--"
He was cut off as a figure appeared in the entryway behind Ted, resolving into a shapely woman wearing nothing but a black silk nightie as she came into the sunlight. "Teddy, sweetie, where do you keep the coffee?" she purred, sliding up behind Ted and practically wrapping herself around him, her dark hair falling over half her face.
"In the pantry. Second shelf," Ted smiled back at her.
"Thanks, kitten. Morning, Booster," she said, nuzzling the side of Ted's face.
"Uh... morning," he managed in return, catching the glimmer of a very green eye. The bottom dropped out of his gut, and he thought for a moment that he was hallucinating.
She seemed to purr again, smirking, and dropped a light kiss on Ted's lips before disengaging herself to slip back down the hallway.
"Ted," Michael started. "Was that--?"
"Oh, yeah," his friend smirked back at him.
"And you... the two of you..."
"Uh-huh."
"Forgive me for asking this, but... how!?" Michael gaped, his eyes starting to bug out. "How on Earth did you manage to hook up with... Catwoman?"
Ted grinned. "Long story, but the short of it is that I was in Gotham on business, we ran into each other, both had some free time on our hands, and well, the rest is history."
Booster couldn't stop staring down the hallway, even though the woman was well out of sight. "Ted, my man, in the interest of scoring one for the regular guy, I think you're off the hook for the game."
"I think I can still make it by kickoff, Michael," Ted chuckled, moving sideways to catch Booster's line of sight. "Four o'clock, right?"
"Uh-huh," Booster replied, still somewhat dazed. "See you there."
"Right. Later, Michael,"
After the door was closed and Booster had turned to walk back to his car, he thumbed on his JLA communicator. "Guy, you're never gonna believe what I just saw..."
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Title: Boy Scout in the Bat-Suit
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Selina Kyle/Clark Kent (Clark Kent/Lois Lane mentioned)
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 506
Prompt: For roguecatwoman - mix-up!
Summary: When rooftop tag with Batman doesn't go as it should, Selina gets quite a surprise.
Disclaimer: DC and WB own it all. I own nothing. Darnit.
Boy Scout in the Bat-Suit
Selina wasn't sure why, but tonight's rooftop tag with Brucie didn't seem to be going all that well for her. He hadn't stopped to throw around their usual banter at all. No innuendo, no playful half-grabs as they skirted each other's touch, nothing. To be honest, it was getting rather disturbing.
So when she caught up with him - finally - on the roof of Wayne Tower, exhausted and confused, she latched onto him as soon as he was within striking distance, wrapping her arms around his waist and molding her body against his back. "You've been a naughty boy tonight, Brucie," she purred in his ear. "Haven't let me have any fun at all."
Bruce turned in her grasp to face her, eyes hidden beneath white lenses. "I--"
But Selina cut him off quickly, sealing her mouth tightly to his and sweeping her tongue inside as she writhed against him, reveling in his warmth. Teach him to ignore me...
"Mmmph," came the muffled protest from Bruce's throat as she felt strong hands start to push her away. Too late, she realized that Bruce tasted... wrong. Not like Bruce at all. With shock shooting up and down her spine, Selina backed off in a hurry.
"What the hell?" she hissed.
Not-Bruce wiped a gloved hand over his mouth gently. "I'm afraid you have me confused with someone else, Miss Kyle," the man said in a commanding, velvet voice. More quietly, he went on, "Bruce is out of commission for the next few nights. Sprained knee. I'm sort of... filling in." Finished, he offered a quirky, apologetic smile.
And it all fell together. "Superman..." she purred, shaking her head in relief and annoyance. "Why didn't you share this little fact before I gave chase?"
"I didn't know why you were following me."
"You mean Brucie hasn't told you about our little game?" she raised an eyebrow at him from behind her mask, knowing he'd see it regardless.
"Afraid not."
"Well, then. A certain Bat has some explaining to do, doesn't he?"
Superman smiled. "He does, at that."
Purring again, Selina slid up to the Bat-suit-clad Superman. "You know, I'd be happy to introduce you to the game, Boy Scout. Show you how Gothamites spend a slow night?"
Superman grasped her by the shoulders when she came within arms' reach. "Sorry, Miss Kyle," he said quietly, then in a whisper, "I'm married."
With a pout, Selina looked up at him, deflated. "Well, you're no fun, are you?"
A full laugh met her. "Not really, no."
"Hmm, that's all right," she smirked, seeing a bright side to this little mix-up. "At least I can count myself among the few women that have had the pleasure of laying one on Big Blue. Thanks for an interesting evening, Superman." And with that, she backed out of his grasp and flung herself off the roof toward the next building over, thinking about the kiss and realizing it had been a damned good one, after all.
"You're welcome," she heard him call after her as she leaped away.
Ten blocks later, it hit her. Superman is married!?!
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Title: Score One for the Regular Guy!
Fandom: DCU
Characters/Pairing: Selina Kyle/Ted Kord, Booster Gold
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 526
Prompt: For runenklinge - (no prompt, just the pairing)
Summary: Booster finds out just what Ted did last night...
Score One for the Regular Guy!
Bright and early Saturday morning, Booster knocked on Ted's door, eager for them to get on their way to the Knights/Monarchs game, even if it was still eight hours till kickoff. They had a full day of tailgating ahead of them, and Guy was probably already waiting for them at the stadium.
When Ted didn't answer the door right away, Michael knocked again, bouncing on the balls of his feet.
But again, no answer. Which was really starting to annoy Booster. Didn't Ted know they had a time table they needed to follow?
"Ted!" he called out, knocking again. "Teddy, c'mon! We're burnin' daylight!"
Finally, after what might have been five or even ten minutes of waiting, the door opened, revealing Ted, resplendent in his blue bathrobe, boxers, and fuzzy slippers. "Oh, mornin' Booster, w'sup?" he yawned widely, before running fingers through his sleep-mussed hair.
Booster was struck speechless for a moment, but finally managed to sputter, "Wh-uh-Ted! Jesus! We're gonna be late for the pre-game festivities!"
A look of confusion moved over Ted's face, until it dawned on him, and his eyes widened. "Oh. Shit. Uh..." He looked back over his shoulder for a moment, then back at Michael. "I, uh... had some company last night. Things kind of... ran late..."
"Huh?" Booster stared, even more confused. "Since when do you have--"
He was cut off as a figure appeared in the entryway behind Ted, resolving into a shapely woman wearing nothing but a black silk nightie as she came into the sunlight. "Teddy, sweetie, where do you keep the coffee?" she purred, sliding up behind Ted and practically wrapping herself around him, her dark hair falling over half her face.
"In the pantry. Second shelf," Ted smiled back at her.
"Thanks, kitten. Morning, Booster," she said, nuzzling the side of Ted's face.
"Uh... morning," he managed in return, catching the glimmer of a very green eye. The bottom dropped out of his gut, and he thought for a moment that he was hallucinating.
She seemed to purr again, smirking, and dropped a light kiss on Ted's lips before disengaging herself to slip back down the hallway.
"Ted," Michael started. "Was that--?"
"Oh, yeah," his friend smirked back at him.
"And you... the two of you..."
"Uh-huh."
"Forgive me for asking this, but... how!?" Michael gaped, his eyes starting to bug out. "How on Earth did you manage to hook up with... Catwoman?"
Ted grinned. "Long story, but the short of it is that I was in Gotham on business, we ran into each other, both had some free time on our hands, and well, the rest is history."
Booster couldn't stop staring down the hallway, even though the woman was well out of sight. "Ted, my man, in the interest of scoring one for the regular guy, I think you're off the hook for the game."
"I think I can still make it by kickoff, Michael," Ted chuckled, moving sideways to catch Booster's line of sight. "Four o'clock, right?"
"Uh-huh," Booster replied, still somewhat dazed. "See you there."
"Right. Later, Michael,"
After the door was closed and Booster had turned to walk back to his car, he thumbed on his JLA communicator. "Guy, you're never gonna believe what I just saw..."
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