DCU Fanfic: Bang? Bam! Crack!
Title: Bang? Bam! Crack!
Fandom: DCU
Character(s): Grace Choi, Onomatopoeia
Pairing(s): Grace/Onomatopoeia (yes, you're reading that right)
Word Count: 236
Genre: Unadulterated CRACK
Rating: PG-13/T
Notes: Grace, for really? I dunno why I wrote this, but it's turning into a series of crack. This is by far the crackiest thing I've ever written, I think, pairing-wise... Yes, Onomatopoeia is the guy who shot Connor Hawke in Green Arrow and just recently reappeared shooting Deadshot in Batman Cacophony.
Link: N/A
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“Bang?”
Grace shook her head, twirling the strange man's last resort weapon, a small blade from his boots as she kicked his gun out of his hand as he fired. “No, bang. Just bam.”
“Bam,” he muttered as she cracked him across the face, and Onomatopoeia fell. “Crack, thump...”
Grace smiled a bit as she ground her her boot into his head. “Got anything else to say?” she asked.
“Shhh,” he said quietly as he struggled to move away. “Rustle, rustle.”
Grace rolled her eyes. “You're obviously not going to get away, so stop trying,” she stated lazily. “Now you gonna tell me why you broke into me bedroom, guns blazing?”
“Argh,” he groaned as his answer.
She raised an eyebrow, keeping her boot to his face as she picked up the gun, examining it. “Blanks,” she stated incredulously as she moved her foot off of him, pulled off the ground and ripped off his mask to look him in the eye. “You were shooting blanks.”
With the mask, he shot her a lewd leer. She scoffed. “You didn't,” Grace said slowly as she ran a hand down his chest, “come here for sex did you?”
“Mmm,” he moaned as she shook her head a with chuckle.
“Right, that's fine with me. Hmm, I'm thinking more assassins should be taken down like this,” she commented as shoved the man onto her bed.
Onomatopoeia moaned in agreement.
Fandom: DCU
Character(s): Grace Choi, Onomatopoeia
Pairing(s): Grace/Onomatopoeia (yes, you're reading that right)
Word Count: 236
Genre: Unadulterated CRACK
Rating: PG-13/T
Notes: Grace, for really? I dunno why I wrote this, but it's turning into a series of crack. This is by far the crackiest thing I've ever written, I think, pairing-wise... Yes, Onomatopoeia is the guy who shot Connor Hawke in Green Arrow and just recently reappeared shooting Deadshot in Batman Cacophony.
Link: N/A
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“Bang?”
Grace shook her head, twirling the strange man's last resort weapon, a small blade from his boots as she kicked his gun out of his hand as he fired. “No, bang. Just bam.”
“Bam,” he muttered as she cracked him across the face, and Onomatopoeia fell. “Crack, thump...”
Grace smiled a bit as she ground her her boot into his head. “Got anything else to say?” she asked.
“Shhh,” he said quietly as he struggled to move away. “Rustle, rustle.”
Grace rolled her eyes. “You're obviously not going to get away, so stop trying,” she stated lazily. “Now you gonna tell me why you broke into me bedroom, guns blazing?”
“Argh,” he groaned as his answer.
She raised an eyebrow, keeping her boot to his face as she picked up the gun, examining it. “Blanks,” she stated incredulously as she moved her foot off of him, pulled off the ground and ripped off his mask to look him in the eye. “You were shooting blanks.”
With the mask, he shot her a lewd leer. She scoffed. “You didn't,” Grace said slowly as she ran a hand down his chest, “come here for sex did you?”
“Mmm,” he moaned as she shook her head a with chuckle.
“Right, that's fine with me. Hmm, I'm thinking more assassins should be taken down like this,” she commented as shoved the man onto her bed.
Onomatopoeia moaned in agreement.