Crossover Theater
A bit of flash fiction I liked:
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"Hey, Nick!" Chirped the suspiciously perky voice of Maya Fey, amateur legal assistant and spirit medium in training. Phoenix scratched his head, wary of the fact that Maya was only this chipper in the morning when she was hiding something, or..., "I found us a GREAT client, Nick! This one even says he'll pay! I checked, like you said!"
Or she's found a client. Suppressing a sigh and a fond smile, Phoenix rushed around looking for something resembling his suit. He couldn't see a client, even one of Maya's charity cases, in his housecoat!
"NICK!" The door shuddered against the not inconsiderable force of Maya Fey's boot as she tried to make herself an entrance, "Oh my God Nick, its COLD out! Screw it, one second sir..."
"No wait!" Phoenix cried out, but was a touch too slow; and once he saw Maya's client, well, proper dress became a secondary concern. Tall, thin, with an angular head, distinctively bushy eyebrows, mustache, and a skull shaped twist tie. "...oh my God, Maya..."
"Isn't he the nicest old man?!" Maya chirped again, just a hint of mania in her demeanor. Phoenix rubbed his eyes, confirmed that, yes, one of the most infamous terrorists in the world was in his living room, and tried to speak.
"Please, Mister Wright..." Doctor Albert W. Wily pleaded, stepping forward with his hands clenched as if praying to some fickle god of justice. "I have nowhere else to turn! I know I am an...ex convict, but I swear, this time, I did not do it! I have no idea who kidnapped Doctor Light!"
This, Phoenix decided, was going to be one of those /long/ cases...
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"Hey, Nick!" Chirped the suspiciously perky voice of Maya Fey, amateur legal assistant and spirit medium in training. Phoenix scratched his head, wary of the fact that Maya was only this chipper in the morning when she was hiding something, or..., "I found us a GREAT client, Nick! This one even says he'll pay! I checked, like you said!"
Or she's found a client. Suppressing a sigh and a fond smile, Phoenix rushed around looking for something resembling his suit. He couldn't see a client, even one of Maya's charity cases, in his housecoat!
"NICK!" The door shuddered against the not inconsiderable force of Maya Fey's boot as she tried to make herself an entrance, "Oh my God Nick, its COLD out! Screw it, one second sir..."
"No wait!" Phoenix cried out, but was a touch too slow; and once he saw Maya's client, well, proper dress became a secondary concern. Tall, thin, with an angular head, distinctively bushy eyebrows, mustache, and a skull shaped twist tie. "...oh my God, Maya..."
"Isn't he the nicest old man?!" Maya chirped again, just a hint of mania in her demeanor. Phoenix rubbed his eyes, confirmed that, yes, one of the most infamous terrorists in the world was in his living room, and tried to speak.
"Please, Mister Wright..." Doctor Albert W. Wily pleaded, stepping forward with his hands clenched as if praying to some fickle god of justice. "I have nowhere else to turn! I know I am an...ex convict, but I swear, this time, I did not do it! I have no idea who kidnapped Doctor Light!"
This, Phoenix decided, was going to be one of those /long/ cases...