Prompt Post - Part Five [CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS]
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“Don't give me orders,” Superboy said, and closed his eyes. Then, “You're not making me pretty, are you? I don't want to be pretty.”
Robin chuckled. “No, I'm not making you pretty. If I were, though, I think you'd be handsome, not pretty.”
“I could too be pretty,” Superboy objected.
“Sure you could be. Now stop frowning, please?”
There was silence as everyone watched Robin work. Superboy stayed still, even when something cold was rubbed onto his face, or something that smelled was rubbed on his lips, or when a brush tickled his cheeks.
Finally, Robin stepped back, and closed the case. “You can open your eyes now,” he said.
Superboy did, and stared at Robin, M'Gann, and Artemis as they stared at him.
“Not bad for not having a reference,” Robin nodded to himself. “Artemis, pass the mirror?”
At first, Superboy thought he didn't look much different. But there was a, a something to his face. He looked....stronger. Older.
He looked like Superman.
“Thank you,” He said quietly, gripping the mirror. He wasn't ready to give it up, not just yet.
“Sure,” Robin answered, getting up. “Now, I believe Megan wanted a go...?”
“Oh, please!” M'Gann said, pulling her chair up to the one Robin was setting his case on. “You're really good at this!”
“Lots of practice,” he answered absently, looking her over with a practiced eye. “You want it for green skin, or would you like to change colors?”
To everyone's surprise, it was Artemis who answered. “Be pink. So that then we can go outside...?”
M'Gann nodded, a healthy peach color flooding her skin. “Can we go shopping, or out to eat?” she asked.
“Artemis just wants to show off her prettyness,” Robin informed her with a straight face. “Of course we can go out after this. Well, after Kid Flash gets done with his science club and Kaldur gets back from Atlantis.”
M'Gann wrinkled her nose at the glide of cool liquid. “What is that?”
“Foundation. It gives a smooth base for me to work on, while evening skin tone and covering imperfections,” Robin rattled off.
“Did Batman teach you this?” Artemis wanted to know.
Robin's hands were steady, one turning her face up a bit, the other thumb sweeping her eyelid. “He taught me a little. We're good at disguises, have to be.” There was a pause, before his voice became a little rougher. “But it was just finishing; I learned makeup when I was young. We all had to know it, just in case, and.... Well. Never mind.”
There was a short moment, as everyone tried to figure out if there was something, anything appropriate to say to one's vigilante friend with a past that apparently includes makeup training, but is otherwise a mystery.
Thankfully, Robin spoke first. “What colors are you planning to wear out?” he asked, taking the moment to sort through the eyeshadow palettes.
The change of subject was sudden enough that M'Gann had to think a moment. “Oh! Um. I don't know. How about...” and she changed her skirt to a blue jean one. “Is this fine?”
“You can wear anything you want,” Robin said, still laying out little boxes.
“Come on, dress up a little,” Artemis suggested, leaning over to poke M'Gann in the arm.
She smiled, and her clothes faded into a simple white dress, complete with a necklace and matching shoes. Then a big, floppy-brimmed hat swirled into being on her head.
Robin laughed, and Artemis said in a strangled voice, “Maybe the hat is a little much.”
M'Gann smiled, eyes still closed, and the hat was gone. “White,” Robin said, grabbing a few boxes. “I can work with white.”
A brush touched her eyes, a gel was spread on her lips, and Robin said, “How do you feel about glitter?”
“Yes please!” M'Gann responded, clapping her hands. “Glitter is fun!”
“Here we go,” Robin said, and then there was tickling. At the corner of her eyes, on her nose, and all over.
She sneezed, and looked startled, opening her eyes in the process. Artemis laughed at her, and Robin handed her a brush loaded with sparkles. “Tug that through your hair,” he instructed, then pulled a few rubber bands and a comb out of his box, heading over to Artemis.
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