I am hip deep in future babies/support grinding and I have fic I need to write, so help me get the ball rolling:
Stump the Writer!
A -- go to the list of my fics (near complete list
here, or there's my
fic post and
meme tags) and pick out a line or three from one of my stories. (Must be a full line, please -- no sentence fragments or speech tags
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That's it, I refuse to live in a world where sparkly vampires beat Batman at anything.
It's M'gann who takes the plunge the afternoon Dick comes to the clubhouse, skulks down the halls and then slams his door. Which, yeah, okay, that's good, Dick wouldn't really want it to be anyone else, especially since Wally woul literally fall over he'd be laughing so hard. He knows it her before she knocks on the door, so he flops towards the end of the bed and calls, "My life is over," which he knows she's take as come on in. Being best friends with a telepath is usually pretty convenient.
"That bad?" she says, nudging the door open with her elbow. Her arms are full of junk food and romcoms, the usual cure-alls.
"Rgggh," Dick says, eloquently. He rolls over just enough to make room for M'gann, putting his hands over his face. He's going to have palm prints on his mask lenses. He doesn't even care.
"Do you want to talk about it?" M'gann asks.
"It was just," Dick says, and then gives it up, rolls over and pulls a pillow over his face. "Mrrarcles," he says, and lets the link do the translating for him.
"Sparkles?" M'gann says.
Dick pulls the pillow down just far enough and just long enough to reply. "I caught Batman watching Twilight," he says. "Gotham is overrun by pasty weirdos covered in glitter and he claims he wants to do "research." Which, okay, good reason, but then when we were on patrol I swear I heard him tell a guy to stay off of Team Jacob."
M'gann glances down at the movies still in her arms, and then very carefully tosses one. Dick groans and grabs the popcorn.
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