Mullet-verse fic: Fay Facts
Title: Fay Facts
Fandom: Justice League
Characters: various Mullet-verse OCs
Word Count: 523
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: ..Erm, random mini-fic blurb thing taking place in the Mullet-verse future (the era of Danny and Jon Carter-Kord). (For more on this, see: Making Babies, The Kind Of Girl, Branching Off And Stuff, and this picture.)
Name "Goldsmith" subject to change.
Fay Facts
"They call 'em pixie stix," Blue Beetle said, squatting beside the crumpled straw on the ground. "Open one end, y'pinch it here," he pointed, "jam it up yer nose, and snort. Pinch a little lower, jam it up your nose, snort."
"How do you know so much about it?" Elastic Man asked, voice carefully absent as he stretched his neck and arm closer to the straw while the rest of him stayed standing in place. An old fashioned magnifying glass was held in one hand while he peered at the straw through it.
Blue Beetle's head whipped up to frown a glare at him. "I asked you here to help investigate, not to ask stupid, insulting questions."
Glancing up at him, Elastic Man grimaced. "Sorry," he said. "You know I had to--"
"Yeah, yeah, I know."
Elastic Man returned his attention to the straw, pursing his lips in thought. "So how's your...leave of absence going?"
"Fine," Blue Beetle answered, uneasy defensiveness sweeping through him.
"So the whole thing with that supervillain? That's working out?"
Blue Beetle gritted his teeth. "Goldsmith's not a supervillain anymore, and yes it's working out."
"Right, okay, so you're not worried about recidivism or any--"
"'Last, I swear by all that's holy if you say one more friggin' word--"
"Sorry!" Elastic Man pulled his neck and arm back into place and sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Look...you're my friend, Beet, I just don't want to see you get hurt. I know it was tough for you when Gold left and--"
"I've been seeing Trav for a lot longer than that," Blue Beetle retorted.
"I know!" Elastic Man snapped, throwing an arm up. "I--" He stopped, frowning off to the side, then faced Blue Beetle with a focused expression. "People ask me, you know, how I didn't know about it. I'm supposed to be a detective, so how'd I miss the fact that you were dating a supervillain? What I don't tell them is, I did."
Blue Beetle jerked in surprise. "You knew?"
Shrugging, Elastic Man ruffled his black hair and sighed again. "Yeah. I just...I figured you'd get over it on your own. Once you'd had your little taste of the dark side, or whatever, you'd come to your senses. So I didn't say anything to anyone. And...I didn't say anything to you because I figured you'd tell me when you were ready. Actually, I thought it'd be something we laughed about later. Talking about former prons over drinks and you'd come out with this guy, trying to shock me."
Blue Beetle grimaced. "It's not like that with--"
"Yeah I know," Elastic Man interrupted in frustration. "It's like some sort of true love deal and I'm worried you'll get your heart broken, Beet."
"You don't have to worry about heart problems," Blue Beetle joked weakly. "That's what my nanites are for."
Elastic Man smiled wryly in response. "That was truly awful."
"Maybe, but it's late and someone's been trafficking Tinkerbell tarts in my city," Blue Beetle replied. "You'll have to put up with B-material right now."
"I can do that, Beet."
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Fandom: Justice League
Characters: various Mullet-verse OCs
Word Count: 523
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: ..Erm, random mini-fic blurb thing taking place in the Mullet-verse future (the era of Danny and Jon Carter-Kord). (For more on this, see: Making Babies, The Kind Of Girl, Branching Off And Stuff, and this picture.)
Name "Goldsmith" subject to change.
Fay Facts
"They call 'em pixie stix," Blue Beetle said, squatting beside the crumpled straw on the ground. "Open one end, y'pinch it here," he pointed, "jam it up yer nose, and snort. Pinch a little lower, jam it up your nose, snort."
"How do you know so much about it?" Elastic Man asked, voice carefully absent as he stretched his neck and arm closer to the straw while the rest of him stayed standing in place. An old fashioned magnifying glass was held in one hand while he peered at the straw through it.
Blue Beetle's head whipped up to frown a glare at him. "I asked you here to help investigate, not to ask stupid, insulting questions."
Glancing up at him, Elastic Man grimaced. "Sorry," he said. "You know I had to--"
"Yeah, yeah, I know."
Elastic Man returned his attention to the straw, pursing his lips in thought. "So how's your...leave of absence going?"
"Fine," Blue Beetle answered, uneasy defensiveness sweeping through him.
"So the whole thing with that supervillain? That's working out?"
Blue Beetle gritted his teeth. "Goldsmith's not a supervillain anymore, and yes it's working out."
"Right, okay, so you're not worried about recidivism or any--"
"'Last, I swear by all that's holy if you say one more friggin' word--"
"Sorry!" Elastic Man pulled his neck and arm back into place and sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Look...you're my friend, Beet, I just don't want to see you get hurt. I know it was tough for you when Gold left and--"
"I've been seeing Trav for a lot longer than that," Blue Beetle retorted.
"I know!" Elastic Man snapped, throwing an arm up. "I--" He stopped, frowning off to the side, then faced Blue Beetle with a focused expression. "People ask me, you know, how I didn't know about it. I'm supposed to be a detective, so how'd I miss the fact that you were dating a supervillain? What I don't tell them is, I did."
Blue Beetle jerked in surprise. "You knew?"
Shrugging, Elastic Man ruffled his black hair and sighed again. "Yeah. I just...I figured you'd get over it on your own. Once you'd had your little taste of the dark side, or whatever, you'd come to your senses. So I didn't say anything to anyone. And...I didn't say anything to you because I figured you'd tell me when you were ready. Actually, I thought it'd be something we laughed about later. Talking about former prons over drinks and you'd come out with this guy, trying to shock me."
Blue Beetle grimaced. "It's not like that with--"
"Yeah I know," Elastic Man interrupted in frustration. "It's like some sort of true love deal and I'm worried you'll get your heart broken, Beet."
"You don't have to worry about heart problems," Blue Beetle joked weakly. "That's what my nanites are for."
Elastic Man smiled wryly in response. "That was truly awful."
"Maybe, but it's late and someone's been trafficking Tinkerbell tarts in my city," Blue Beetle replied. "You'll have to put up with B-material right now."
"I can do that, Beet."
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