Prompt Post - Part Six [CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS]
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I am so sorry for the delay, guys. Life has been hectic lately (exams, haha) and I lost track.
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"You see," Wally picked up with a cheeky smile and a flutter of lashes, lowering himself down to a runners crouch,"we were on our way to this gay-"
"Slavic," Kaldur interrupted, eyes narrowed and his mouth a thin harsh line, grinding his feet hard into the cobblestone beneath him, tattoos glowing cerulean in baking sun webbed hands taunt over his sheaths.
Eyebrow quirked and smirk drawn Artemis continued: "Gay Slavic gyp-"
"Romani."
"Romani?" M'gann questioned quietly, eyes wide and hands paused from their work of smashing quite a few solider into each other, jarred by the intensity of the interjection.
"Romani," Robin snarled back, dragging his birdarang through his current cushion's flesh with a sharp yank, relishing the writhing man's scream.
The blood from the tear went quite nicely with his tarnished Iron Cross, Dick decided.
There was a moment of sickening silence following the wail: behind the looming Panzer (of course there would be a freaking panzer where the multiverse decided to drop them) a soldier threw his gun to the ground and darted into the winding streets of Berlin, preferring his disgusted officers commands to get the hell back than face what he deemed certain death.
A dark chuckle echoed down the alley; "Cowardly and superstitious lot indeed."
Casting what could be perceived as a worried glance at Robin, Wally stuttered briefly,"Er, a gay Slavic Romani-"
"Bar-Mitzvah," Superboy growled, dropping the crushed MP40 to the ground, obliterating it even further (along with a nice chunk of the ground) under his heel.
"...for the disabled," Artemis muttered, stringing her arrow with a tightened fist and a heavy heart.
"When we suddenly thought,'Gosh! The Third Reich rrrrrrrreeeaaallllyyyyy isn't feeling the aster'," Robin purred, smashing his steel toed boot nicely into the side of his cushion's head as he pushed off the, now-unconscious man's chest, spinning the dripping birdarang round and round and round in his leather grip.
"And so we all got together and really thought about it," M'gann cooed, raising herself up off the cold and unfriendly cobblestone and into the comforting smog of the Berlin air.
"And together we all decided,"
"Hey, let's kill Hitler!" Robin roared with a brutal ferocity, eyes ablaze behind white lenses and wild cackles ripping from his throat as he whipped a birdarang at the nearest soldier,"dibbs on the Panzer!"
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Oh wow...
Nazi's aren't funny. The Third Reich isn't funny.
This is funny and perfect. I love how they all add a bit to the final line, like Robin switching it to 'Romani'. :D
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Oh wow...
Nazi's aren't funny. The Third Reich isn't funny.
This is funny and perfect. I love how they all add a bit to the final line, like Robin switching it to 'Romani'. :D
I'm giggling so hard right now, thank you! ♥
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