Fic on Demand 1
For ladydey. Prompt #48 Diamond. Elaborate proposal gone wacky.
You asked for wacky, I think it's possibly gone beyond that into cracky. Good times.
*****
If looks could kill, Bruce thinks as he signs the forms to bail Lex out of Metropolis Central, Dick'd be a rich man tomorrow.
"… cellphone, carkeys on Ferrari fob," the desk sergeant drones, "diamond ring in velvet box…"
Bruce looks up sharply. Lex ratchets the death glare up a notch.
"Thank you, Mr Luthor. Sorry for the inconvenience."
Lex smiles sweetly.
"No problem, Sergeant. But perhaps you'll think twice in future about accepting help from a bat."
The silent treatment ends when they cross the street to Bruce's Jaguar.
"I can't believe I don't get to ride in the batmobile for my trouble," Lex snaps.
"I can't believe I caught you breaking into Clark's apartment," Bruce snaps back.
"I own it! I have keys!"
"You set the alarms off."
"On purpose!"
"You had a mask on!"
That's a little hypocritical, but still.
"I wanted Superman to catch me. What the hell is Batman doing in Metropolis?"
"Clark asked me to cover for him."
"Why?" Lex looks suspicious. "What did he have on?"
"Can't say."
"You're my best friend, not his!"
Great. Now they're reverting to their prep school selves.
"You can forget about being my best man."
Bruce cocks an eyebrow.
"You wanted me to?"
"I knew you were still mad I asked Clark the first two times."
"You bet I'm still mad!" Bruce isn't really, but Lex deserves it. "He's your boyfriend, I'm your best friend."
Lex throws his hands up in the air and storms into the house. Bruce hears a crash and a muffled, "Help! Someone's breaking into my apartment."
He drives off, shaking his head at meteor mutants, Kryptonians, and their bizarre mating rituals.
Bruce Wayne may be Lex Luthor's best friend, but Batman is Superman's. And Clark asked him to be best man first.
You asked for wacky, I think it's possibly gone beyond that into cracky. Good times.
*****
If looks could kill, Bruce thinks as he signs the forms to bail Lex out of Metropolis Central, Dick'd be a rich man tomorrow.
"… cellphone, carkeys on Ferrari fob," the desk sergeant drones, "diamond ring in velvet box…"
Bruce looks up sharply. Lex ratchets the death glare up a notch.
"Thank you, Mr Luthor. Sorry for the inconvenience."
Lex smiles sweetly.
"No problem, Sergeant. But perhaps you'll think twice in future about accepting help from a bat."
The silent treatment ends when they cross the street to Bruce's Jaguar.
"I can't believe I don't get to ride in the batmobile for my trouble," Lex snaps.
"I can't believe I caught you breaking into Clark's apartment," Bruce snaps back.
"I own it! I have keys!"
"You set the alarms off."
"On purpose!"
"You had a mask on!"
That's a little hypocritical, but still.
"I wanted Superman to catch me. What the hell is Batman doing in Metropolis?"
"Clark asked me to cover for him."
"Why?" Lex looks suspicious. "What did he have on?"
"Can't say."
"You're my best friend, not his!"
Great. Now they're reverting to their prep school selves.
"You can forget about being my best man."
Bruce cocks an eyebrow.
"You wanted me to?"
"I knew you were still mad I asked Clark the first two times."
"You bet I'm still mad!" Bruce isn't really, but Lex deserves it. "He's your boyfriend, I'm your best friend."
Lex throws his hands up in the air and storms into the house. Bruce hears a crash and a muffled, "Help! Someone's breaking into my apartment."
He drives off, shaking his head at meteor mutants, Kryptonians, and their bizarre mating rituals.
Bruce Wayne may be Lex Luthor's best friend, but Batman is Superman's. And Clark asked him to be best man first.