[Dark Angel] [Het] [K] Superman Never Made Any Money...
This ficlet was part of The Great Ficlet Project, in which 26 different fandoms were represented, each with a ficlet based on a song lyric provided by my friends list.
Title: Superman never made any money, saving the world from Solomon Grundy. And sometimes I despair the world will never see another man like him.
(Crash Test Dummies lyric, provided by Pixie_on_Acid.)
Genre: Het
Pairing/Characters: Max/Logan
Length: 286 words
Spoilers: for Blah Blah Woof Woof
Max just didn’t get him at first. This penthouse-dwelling, art-collecting, pre-pulse relic - what was his deal? With enough money, you could buy the life you had before the world turned upside-down, and he had it. Logan lived in a world didn’t need saving. What did it matter to him if the people in hers were living in the streets? He could hardly see the streets - they were too far below him.
He wasn’t in it for the usual kicks, she knew that much. It wasn’t about cash, because he wasn’t getting any return on this deal. It wasn’t about fame for the anonymous Mr. Eyes Only. If he wanted power - well, he’d be like the rest of the rich dicks, buying and selling human suffering. But those were the people he was taking down. And judging by what she’d seen of his social calendar, he certainly wasn’t in it for the chicks.
After a while, she stopped wondering what was in it for him. What mattered was what was in it for her - cash, favors, and information. Her quid pro quo. Logan called her a superhero. He kept saying it - like he hoped she’d start to believe it. But she saw the difference. He cared. Heroes cared. Manticore must have left that part out of her blueprint.
Or so she thought, until he ran across his Kryptonite in the form of a fragment of bone. That was the day she got it. She opened a vein for him, and where was the quid pro quo for that? I’ll fill in for you today, Logan, she thought as consciousness started to slip away, but tomorrow you’ll have to be superhero enough for the both of us.
Title: Superman never made any money, saving the world from Solomon Grundy. And sometimes I despair the world will never see another man like him.
(Crash Test Dummies lyric, provided by Pixie_on_Acid.)
Genre: Het
Pairing/Characters: Max/Logan
Length: 286 words
Spoilers: for Blah Blah Woof Woof
Max just didn’t get him at first. This penthouse-dwelling, art-collecting, pre-pulse relic - what was his deal? With enough money, you could buy the life you had before the world turned upside-down, and he had it. Logan lived in a world didn’t need saving. What did it matter to him if the people in hers were living in the streets? He could hardly see the streets - they were too far below him.
He wasn’t in it for the usual kicks, she knew that much. It wasn’t about cash, because he wasn’t getting any return on this deal. It wasn’t about fame for the anonymous Mr. Eyes Only. If he wanted power - well, he’d be like the rest of the rich dicks, buying and selling human suffering. But those were the people he was taking down. And judging by what she’d seen of his social calendar, he certainly wasn’t in it for the chicks.
After a while, she stopped wondering what was in it for him. What mattered was what was in it for her - cash, favors, and information. Her quid pro quo. Logan called her a superhero. He kept saying it - like he hoped she’d start to believe it. But she saw the difference. He cared. Heroes cared. Manticore must have left that part out of her blueprint.
Or so she thought, until he ran across his Kryptonite in the form of a fragment of bone. That was the day she got it. She opened a vein for him, and where was the quid pro quo for that? I’ll fill in for you today, Logan, she thought as consciousness started to slip away, but tomorrow you’ll have to be superhero enough for the both of us.