Mullet-verse fic from the Jon and Danny era.
Title: The Importance Of First Impressions
Fandom: Justice League
Characters: Jon and Danny Carter-Kord
Word Count: 416
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: The first sentence just came to me and I started picturing them in the aftermath of a fight. Then the last line came to me and I filled in the middle until they met. (The title is lame and might be changed if I can think of a better one. The title has been changed now and isn't as lame. Hooray!)
The Importance Of First Impressions
Danny's trickling blood from his mouth and Jon's holding his ribs, both from the same concussive blast. Danny turns his head and spits, the blood thin and watery, leaving scattered droplets by his lips. Jon accepts his hand up and heaves himself to his feet, not bothering to hide the wince because it's just the two of them and Danny's already seen him at his worst and this isn't even close.
Leaning on each other, just a little and just when they're navigating the shallow trenches of damaged street caused by the same blasts that caused their injuries, they make their way to where that day's villain du jour is unconscious from one of his own concussive blasts.
He's wearing black leather.
Danny tilts his head looking down at the man. "Poseur," he declares.
"Definitely trying too hard," Jon agrees, absently testing his ribs with the fingers of one hand. He thinks two might be broken, but can't tell through the suit. Without the suit to shield him, his chest might have caved in completely.
"You catch his name?" Danny asks, rubbing the side of his nose. It's starting to run a little, or maybe bleed a little, and the slow slide of liquid tickles annoyingly.
Jon coughs suddenly and it rattles his ribs. Grimacing, he presses a hand to his chest, hoping nothing inside is poking his lungs. The nanites can handle the damage, but it's irritating spending a couple days wheezing and short of breath while they fix things up and keep him alive.
"Sounded like 'Vibrator'," he mutters hoarsely.
Danny shoots him an amused look, trying to gauge if he's kidding. He's not, that's really what he thought he heard. If the wanna-be had wanted them to actually hear his name, he should've announced himself before he started loudly blasting at them.
"I thought he said 'Earth Mover'," Danny replies.
They look at each other for a moment, then at the leather-clad villain.
"Vibrator's funnier."
Jon nods. "I like 'Vibrator'."
"Way TMI, little bro," Danny teases.
Jon elbows him and Danny jostles his shoulder.
"We'll tell the press his name is Vibrator," Jon decides.
Danny turns to grin at him, teeth bloodstained but gleaming. "God I love bein' a superhero."
Jon snorts and answers the grin with a smirk. "Don't make me laugh, you sadistic anusulo."
That makes Danny laugh and, like always, Jon can't help but join in. It hurts, but it also feels pretty good.
Kind of like being a superhero.
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Esperanto translation:
anusulo = asshole
Fandom: Justice League
Characters: Jon and Danny Carter-Kord
Word Count: 416
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: The first sentence just came to me and I started picturing them in the aftermath of a fight. Then the last line came to me and I filled in the middle until they met. (The title is lame and might be changed if I can think of a better one. The title has been changed now and isn't as lame. Hooray!)
The Importance Of First Impressions
Danny's trickling blood from his mouth and Jon's holding his ribs, both from the same concussive blast. Danny turns his head and spits, the blood thin and watery, leaving scattered droplets by his lips. Jon accepts his hand up and heaves himself to his feet, not bothering to hide the wince because it's just the two of them and Danny's already seen him at his worst and this isn't even close.
Leaning on each other, just a little and just when they're navigating the shallow trenches of damaged street caused by the same blasts that caused their injuries, they make their way to where that day's villain du jour is unconscious from one of his own concussive blasts.
He's wearing black leather.
Danny tilts his head looking down at the man. "Poseur," he declares.
"Definitely trying too hard," Jon agrees, absently testing his ribs with the fingers of one hand. He thinks two might be broken, but can't tell through the suit. Without the suit to shield him, his chest might have caved in completely.
"You catch his name?" Danny asks, rubbing the side of his nose. It's starting to run a little, or maybe bleed a little, and the slow slide of liquid tickles annoyingly.
Jon coughs suddenly and it rattles his ribs. Grimacing, he presses a hand to his chest, hoping nothing inside is poking his lungs. The nanites can handle the damage, but it's irritating spending a couple days wheezing and short of breath while they fix things up and keep him alive.
"Sounded like 'Vibrator'," he mutters hoarsely.
Danny shoots him an amused look, trying to gauge if he's kidding. He's not, that's really what he thought he heard. If the wanna-be had wanted them to actually hear his name, he should've announced himself before he started loudly blasting at them.
"I thought he said 'Earth Mover'," Danny replies.
They look at each other for a moment, then at the leather-clad villain.
"Vibrator's funnier."
Jon nods. "I like 'Vibrator'."
"Way TMI, little bro," Danny teases.
Jon elbows him and Danny jostles his shoulder.
"We'll tell the press his name is Vibrator," Jon decides.
Danny turns to grin at him, teeth bloodstained but gleaming. "God I love bein' a superhero."
Jon snorts and answers the grin with a smirk. "Don't make me laugh, you sadistic anusulo."
That makes Danny laugh and, like always, Jon can't help but join in. It hurts, but it also feels pretty good.
Kind of like being a superhero.
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Esperanto translation:
anusulo = asshole