Bartday
I only found out about Bartday today so I don't have time to make anything new before work, but I'll post up a slightly revised version of my Smallville!Bart/Comic!Bart story. It's just a little bitty thing, I never really got around to expanding it, but I feel the need to post something to show some Bart-love. Because DC is horrid. ::hugs Bart so
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"So..." drawls Bart, finding that he should steer the conversation in a direction he chooses. His, uh, counterpart could chatter on endlessly about anything and everything. "You mentioned someone named Robin?"
"Oh," the younger kid's face lights up and his fingers knit into Bart's hoodie sleeves. They had yet to trade back clothes, though the kid hardly complained about the smell of the sweater and Bart hadn't gotten over how odd the spandex felt. "Yes! Robin's my friend. He's really normal, but not really normal."
"Do you even listen to yourself talk?" Bart laughs.
They're sitting in an all-night Denny's just north of Los Angeles. The waitress had hardly given their strange looks a second glance with her tired and painted eyes. "You boys want coffee?" she asks.
"Pop," the kid raises his hand, before she could finish her sentence.
Now, the smaller Bart taps a rhythm on the table. "Well, I don't now how else to describe him. He's fast, and very cool. But he's normal, too."
It makes Bart think of Clark. The regular face and the uninspiring farm clothes. Oh, and that dopey grin. But Clark had hardly been...normal.
The coffee has a burnt taste to it when it arrives. Bart listens to his other self chitter on about adventures and how Robin likes to snap at him but hardly means it, and Bart can't help but feel a little jealous.
It's easy to see how this one makes friends. The impulsive innocence and the honest sincerity. It's almost reckless in how unexperienced it is. And yet, Bart can see himself taking the thick of any unexpected situation if it meant that the pretty face in front of him didn't have to hurt.
Dammit, he thinks into his cup. It's more than the two of them being on such two different levels, worlds or whatever. This Bart is...something else altoghether.
And he's...someone named Wally. A jerk, he's told. And yeah, maybe he can believe it.
"You okay?" chirps the other, giving up the annoying sucking sounds of his straw and the last of the ice in his glass. "If you're worried about money I can pay."
Those bright brown eyes, glittering with the overhead light. Completely unassuming.
Bart sighs and wants to just get up and leave. But he's not sure if he wants to leave, or wants this one to follow. Or if he's scared that this kid won't, and that'll be the end of this night.
A moment, which probably feels like longer than the eternity Bart feels. He sighs again and shakes his head. "I'm jealous," he says. "That's all."
"Really?" asks the kid. "But you have such an awesome sweater!"
The big eyes, the way the words claim that they are not kidding. Bart laughs, a bitter-surreal sound. "Then keep it, Kid. It's yours now."
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