fic: Bond, Bart Bond...
Right, so as I said I was really bored… and then le_mouton was friendly enough and suggested that I should write a Bart-fic… so ok, I have tried to… I’m sorry if it didn’t really come out the way we talked about… but I hope you’ll still like it… it has Bart and Ollie in there, as well as my favourite beach boy A.C.
Note that the POV is more or less Bart’s… I was trying to write the way he’d think… without the ‘I’ use…
Smallville and its characters don’t belong to me… this fic was only made for entertainment.
Bond, Bart Bond
Bart Allen was pretty new at the hero thing. Sure, he looked like the superhero, with his dark shades that were actually a visual communication device, with his red superhero costume that was made out of light cloth so that when running he’d be even quicker than he already was and his ear piece that screamed 007, he sometimes had the urge to joke around and reply ‘Bond, Bart Bond’ when ever a villain asked him his name.
Alright, so his villains weren’t really villains yet. Ollie didn’t really want him playing with the pro’s until he learnt the basics… So his villains were usually just the one or other night-shift worker that he stumbled upon when doing some quick job for Ollie, or a watchman doing his rounds.
But Bart was sure that in a few days time he’d play with the pro’s, the guys, his friends, against the big bad. Because Bart Allen might be a slack off at school and ‘normal’ work, but he was a really fast learner, and that was what made him so valuable for the team… that and his speed…
So when his first real mission came Bart had been ecstatic to say the least. He’d run around the state about five times, because he’d been nervous all day. But he was sure that he’d kick ass in the mission.
To his credit he had kicked ass in the mission. About eight if he counted that correctly, and that meant that he beat Cyber-tin-man by two. ‘Yeah, the Bart-man at it again’ he congratulated himself. But the boss-man had not been as happy with him as his fish-friend had been.
The reason? Easy, Bart and A.C. had after they had taken care of the guards in the security room decided that the bag of potato chips and bottle of water was not needed anymore by them. Or at least not at the moment. So Bart had just taken it with him and started munching his way halfway through the bag when the big boss had looked at Bart with a disapproving look and shook his head.
“Bart, stealing things like potato chips is really beneath a superhero!”
When Bart had not replied to the green-leather, and instead just munched on, A.C. had put his hand on the younger mans shoulder and just said “Chicks don’t dig guys who steal fast food!”
At that Bart had thrown with a heavy heart the half full bag away and followed A.C. around like a kid his big idol. Because if A.C. said that chicks don’t dig a guy that steals fast food then it must be true.
‘I mean look at him, the guy looks like a swim-suit model gone eco-tree-hugger. He must have women all over the place!’ thought Bart while passing and ignoring a disapproving fearless leader.