Dick slipped into his apartment through the window. It had been a pretty good night. Half a dozen second-rate thieves and one wannabe-supervillain, all caught, cuffed, and dumped at the police office. Dick whistled as he changed out of his costume and felt around for his pajamas.
Then something on his bed moved.
Dick washed his sheets often enough that he was sure no new lifeforms had mutated in his bed. Alfred would kill him if that happened.
The something sat up and the blankets fell off.
"Dick?" Tim said quietly.
In a minute Dick was on the bed next to him. "What's wrong, Tim?"
Tim didn't answer.
Dick pulled him into a tight hug. After a moment, he heard Tim crying quietly. Dick stroked Tim's hair gently and waited. Tim would tell him when he was ready.
Dr. Horrible frowned at the piece of paper he'd just recieved. "It says, 'I have her. There's still hope. Meet me at the clocktower at midnight.' And there's a penny taped to it!"
"A penny. Oh, do you think it means like, Penny?"
"It must, right?"
Moist shook his head. "I don't know, man. With the Evil League and Evil and everything...are you sure you want to start that up again? Especially as her death got you in?"
"Of course not," Dr. Horrible said. "She means nothing to me when put up to my ultimate goal of Evil."
Moist waited. This was usually when the laugh came in. After a moment, he prompted. "Ha?"
"Hmm?" Billy said. "Oh, yes. Ha. Um, I've got lots of evil stuff to do, Moist. I'm sure you're very busy. See you later?"
"Uh, sure, buddy," Moist said. "Hey, you are over her, right?"
"Of course," Billy said quickly. "Now I'm not going to go over to that clock tower and do everything in my power to get her back. Of course not. Bye!"
Moist left, resigned to cover for his buddy's less evil tendencies. Again.
"...I'm aware," Remus said. "Seeing as you are so fond of having it out at all hours of the day and especially the night. Any particular reason you aren't wearing trousers? Or a shirt?"
"I thought you'd like the pants," Sirius said, pouting. "I wore them just for you. See? They're white! Like the moon! Moony! Will you turn into a wild beast and ravage me?"
"You're deranged and delusional," Remus said. "I'm going to read and go to bed and hope in the morning it turns out it was all a dream."
"But a really sexy dream, right?"
Remus rolled his eyes. "A slightly disturbing one, but I suppose, a sexy one."
Sirius sprawled on top of Remus, blocking his book like a cat. "Good. If it's not a sexy dream, what's the point?"
Alfred ran a very efficient household. His schedule was the same almost every day. Wake up, cook breakfast, try to force Master Bruce, Master Tim, and anyone else staying at the mansion to eat, clean, make dinner, help Master Bruce into that costume, worry, help Master Bruce out of the costume, bandage up numerous injuries, finish anything left undone, and go to bed.
When he had spare time, he'd cook treats for his boys.
"You are like a god," Master Dick said, cutting his third slice of cake. "A god of cake."
"But more efficient," Master Tim said, not looking up. "And we don't usually argue over whether or not you exist."
Alfred just smiled and checked his watch. He estimated ten minutes until Master Bruce came down. He'd have to make sure to save a piece.
Selina turned around. A seven foot man in a bunny suit was grinning stupidly at her.
"Go away," she said. "I've got things to do."
"I think you need a hug!" he said. "And the amazing Dust Bunny's the one to give it to you! Uh, that's me."
"Dust Bunny? You have got to be kidding me. Go away before I hurt you."
Dust Bunny lumbered forward faster than Selina would have believed possible and hugged her. Selina struggled against him, but he was strong. Possibly metahuman.
And suddenly, he was on the ground, and Bruce was there.
Smirking.
Selina hated when he smirked. It was so disconcerting.
"...thanks," she said.
"Not at all," Bruce said. "Dust Bunny has been terrorizing civilians with his hugs for weeks now. Gotham City PD will be happy to take him in."
"Supervillain?"
"Just a maniac. A metahuman maniac. Harmless, except to the ego."
Selina nodded, looking down at the unconscious man. "That's kind of pathetic. Guess I didn't really need your help, then."
Bruce smirked again. "Ah, but I saved you from almost certain embarrassment!"
Gwen turned. She didn't need this right now. Zanne Costello, who was known mostly for her obsession with death. Less known was her obsession with Gwen, which had last week culminated in sex in Zanne's room.
"Hey, Zanne," Gwen said, forcing a smile.
Zanne nodded and raised an eyebrow. "You're still avoiding me?"
"No," Gwen lied.
"Hmm," Zanne said. "You can keep trying to avoid me if you'd like, Cooper, or you can meet me in supply closet number 2 after class."
"The one that someone scrawled 'Turchwad' on?"
Zanne smirked and nodded. "See you there, Gwen."
Years later, Gwen Cooper sat up in bed. That's why Suzie had seemed so familiar!
Rhys rolled over. "Gwen?" he mumbled.
"Go back to sleep, Rhys," Gwen whispered. "It's nothing."
Soon enough, Rhys started to snore, but Gwen stayed awake the rest of the night.
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I have no idea who she's talking to. So you get Bart and Rose OYL!
"Hey, Spiderboy," Felicia said, lowering herself down in front of him.
"Spider-man," Spider-Man corrected, "And I'm pretty sure I've got a copyright on the hanging upside-down thing. You know, cats "
"Uh huh, sure," Felicia said. "Just thought you'd want to know. Vulture's trying to rob a bank. With Doc Ock and Green Goblin. And Sandman."
"What? Are you serious?"
Felicia jabbed her thumb at a television.
"Oh my god!" said the announcer. "Vulture, Doc Ock, Green Goblin and Sandman? Now all we need is an appearance by the dreadful Spider-Man and we'll really be in trouble!"
"Ah, my wonderful fans!" Spider-Man said. "Better make an appearance. They'll be so disappointed if I don't! Plus, they'll be poorer." He shot off a web, then paused. "What'll you be doing?"
"Taking advantage of you being distracted to steal these gorgeous diamonds."
"What? I can't let you do that!"
"They belong to Jameson!"
"Tempting...nope! I'm sworn to protect everyone. Come on, Cat, I could use help."
"But I like diamonds!"
"Please?"
"...make it worth my while?"
"If you wanted a date, you just had to ask!"
"Really? So I could have the diamonds and go on a date with you?"
"Don't press your luck," Spider-Man said.
Felicia grinned. "But I'm all about luck! Very well, I'll be the good kitty for now."
"Greetings, earthling," Booster said in a monotone voice.
Ted rolled his eyes. "What is it you want, Booster?"
"Who is this Booster? I am Zarkon Five of the planet Schnalop."
"Bwahaha," Ted said dryly. "Not all of us are mentally two."
"I must do experiments on you to discover how you function," Booster said.
"Booster, you are not funny," Ted said. Booster got onto his knees, face blank, and started unzipping Ted's pants. "Stop it, buddy."
Booster didn't stop, and Ted kneed him in the face.
"Oww!" Booster said, pinching his nose. "That hurt! You suck, Beetle."
"You were about to suck. What's your problem, Boost?"
"You were talking about that thing you had for aliens!"
Ted groaned. "Booster, having a thing for Princess Leia in the slave bikini outfit does not equal having a thing for aliens. Especially not my best friend acting like an alien."
Booster looked down. "I just thought you'd like it."
"Hey," Ted put a hand on Booster's shoulder. "If I wanted a blowjob, I'd much prefer to get one from Micheal Carter than from Zurgon Three."
"Zarkon Five."
"Whatever," Ted kissed Booster. "I like you as you."
Booster grinned at him. "So you aren't interested in the Princess Leia slave bikini I got?"
"Forget everything I just said," Ted said. "Put it on. Yesterday."
"Never fear, Impulse is here!" Bart said, grinning winningly.
Then he frowned. It wasn't quite right.
"Don't worry, folks! Impulse has got it covered!"
It still lacked a certain something.
"IMPULSE to the rescue!" he tried.
"Dude," Kon said, walking up from behind him with Robin. "What the heck are you doing?"
Bart turned around. "Oh, hi guys. I was. Um."
"Practicing your entrance in the mirror?" Robin asked with a smirk.
"Maybe?" Bart said.
Kon rolled his eyes. "Well, we were going to ask if you want to 'practice your entrance' if you know what I mean in my room with us since the girls are gone, but if you're busy..."
Bart was away from the mirror in an instant. "Okayletsgowhatarewewaitingfor?"
Max sat back and picked up the phone. It had been hard taking care of his baby daughter ever since his wife had left him, and the only thing keeping him sane was his weekly phone sex sessions with Damien. Sure, it was expensive, but Damien was worth it. Max had never felt such a connection with anyone before.
He listened to it ring, twice, gave his credit card information and requested Damien.
"Hello," Damien said in that deep voice of his.
"Hi," Max said. He was nervous, even though he'd done this so many times before. "Um, how are you?"
Damien didn't answer, but Max could practically hear the smirk in his voice. "What are you wearing, Max?"
"Uh, leather pants," Max said.
"You're lying," Damien said. Max wasn't sure how, but he always knew. Once he actually had worn leather pants, just to see what Damien would say, but that was the one time Damien hadn't accused him of lying.
"Fine," Max muttered. "Boxers and an old T-Shirt."
"Take off your shirt," Damien said. "Imagine me taking it off. Imagine me running my fingers over your back as I pull that ratty old t-shirt off of you. You really should get rid of it."
"W - what are you wearing?"
"I am wearing leather pants," Damien said. "They're so tight that I could practically not be wearing anything."
"T-take them off," Max said.
"Say please," Damien said, sounding amused.
"Please," Max breathed.
"Of course," Damien said. "I press against you, already hard and kiss you."
Max groaned and stuck his hands in his boxers.
"Then I start liking you, down to your neck," Damien said. "Right when I reach that tender spot that always makes you moan - "
Max moaned.
"I bite down," Damien said. "Hard."
Max gasped.
"Open your window," Damien said.
Max did, not knowing exactly why, but he felt, as he always felt, that he should do what Damien told him to do.
A man, pale as moonlight with hair and eyes as dark as night stood on the windowsill.
"Damien?" Max whispered, still clutching the phone in one hand.
"Can I come in?" Damien asked.
Max nodded hurriedly.
Damien stepped in, black cloak billowing behind him. Max wished he had worn nicer boxers, or something. Damien pulled off his cloak and was indeed wearing no pants.
"Wh - why are you here?" Max asked.
Damien smiled in a distinctly unsettling way and pulled Max towards him. "To give you what you've wanted," he said.
"The baby - "
"Won't hear us," Damien said. He grinned, and Max noticed he had fangs.
The bathtub was suddenly filled with bubbles and her costume slipped off. Except her hat, of course.
It was hard fighting crime sometimes. Nothing like a relaxing bubblebath after saving the world. She slipped into the tub carefully and closed her eyes happily.
It was nice.
But hey, world wasn't over, she could celebrate! Sure she was by herself, but no reason not to have some of that great champagne Bruce had sent her.
"Knird ot em," she said, and a glass floated right to her.
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I stole this! =P
This is hard! I know where that comes from!
It was more important than ever that the people he was following didn't know he was there.
Luckily, Nightwing and Robin were wearing blindfolds. That made it a lot easier to hide from them.
It wasn't that he didn't trust Dick to take care of Tim. He had complete confidence in the abilities of both his boys.
But he was staying close. Just in case.
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It is fun!
Then something on his bed moved.
Dick washed his sheets often enough that he was sure no new lifeforms had mutated in his bed. Alfred would kill him if that happened.
The something sat up and the blankets fell off.
"Dick?" Tim said quietly.
In a minute Dick was on the bed next to him. "What's wrong, Tim?"
Tim didn't answer.
Dick pulled him into a tight hug. After a moment, he heard Tim crying quietly. Dick stroked Tim's hair gently and waited. Tim would tell him when he was ready.
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Yay Horrible fic!
Dr. Horrible frowned at the piece of paper he'd just recieved. "It says, 'I have her. There's still hope. Meet me at the clocktower at midnight.' And there's a penny taped to it!"
"A penny. Oh, do you think it means like, Penny?"
"It must, right?"
Moist shook his head. "I don't know, man. With the Evil League and Evil and everything...are you sure you want to start that up again? Especially as her death got you in?"
"Of course not," Dr. Horrible said. "She means nothing to me when put up to my ultimate goal of Evil."
Moist waited. This was usually when the laugh came in. After a moment, he prompted. "Ha?"
"Hmm?" Billy said. "Oh, yes. Ha. Um, I've got lots of evil stuff to do, Moist. I'm sure you're very busy. See you later?"
"Uh, sure, buddy," Moist said. "Hey, you are over her, right?"
"Of course," Billy said quickly. "Now I'm not going to go over to that clock tower and do everything in my power to get her back. Of course not. Bye!"
Moist left, resigned to cover for his buddy's less evil tendencies. Again.
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HAW HAW HAW
"...I'm aware," Remus said. "Seeing as you are so fond of having it out at all hours of the day and especially the night. Any particular reason you aren't wearing trousers? Or a shirt?"
"I thought you'd like the pants," Sirius said, pouting. "I wore them just for you. See? They're white! Like the moon! Moony! Will you turn into a wild beast and ravage me?"
"You're deranged and delusional," Remus said. "I'm going to read and go to bed and hope in the morning it turns out it was all a dream."
"But a really sexy dream, right?"
Remus rolled his eyes. "A slightly disturbing one, but I suppose, a sexy one."
Sirius sprawled on top of Remus, blocking his book like a cat. "Good. If it's not a sexy dream, what's the point?"
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Naaaaaaaah....
XD It probably would have been an inspired by sort of thing anyway...
Cissie rolled her eyes. "Kon - "
"Okay," Cassie said, "And Tim and Bart can share too! They're in your tent, right?"
"Uh, right," Kon said. "Okay, I guess it's a good idea for you to have your own sleeping bags...uh, don't suggest that to Tim and Bart, got it?"
Cassie laughed as Kon hastily retreated.
"He seems to have taken us getting together well," Cissie said.
"Sort of," Cassie said. "Actually it's about exactly how I thought he'd take it."
"Guys!" Secret said, floating in through the top of the tent. "Are you ready? We can tell scary stories and things!"
Cassie nodded and rolled out her sleeping bag. "Sure!" she said.
Cissie smiled and curled up next to Cassie. "We can cuddle right? Even if we're sleeping separately?"
"Course," Cassie said. "Just don't tell Kon."
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Wee, Alfred fic!
When he had spare time, he'd cook treats for his boys.
"You are like a god," Master Dick said, cutting his third slice of cake. "A god of cake."
"But more efficient," Master Tim said, not looking up. "And we don't usually argue over whether or not you exist."
Alfred just smiled and checked his watch. He estimated ten minutes until Master Bruce came down. He'd have to make sure to save a piece.
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Ha! No icon is too hard for me! None!
Selina turned around. A seven foot man in a bunny suit was grinning stupidly at her.
"Go away," she said. "I've got things to do."
"I think you need a hug!" he said. "And the amazing Dust Bunny's the one to give it to you! Uh, that's me."
"Dust Bunny? You have got to be kidding me. Go away before I hurt you."
Dust Bunny lumbered forward faster than Selina would have believed possible and hugged her. Selina struggled against him, but he was strong. Possibly metahuman.
And suddenly, he was on the ground, and Bruce was there.
Smirking.
Selina hated when he smirked. It was so disconcerting.
"...thanks," she said.
"Not at all," Bruce said. "Dust Bunny has been terrorizing civilians with his hugs for weeks now. Gotham City PD will be happy to take him in."
"Supervillain?"
"Just a maniac. A metahuman maniac. Harmless, except to the ego."
Selina nodded, looking down at the unconscious man. "That's kind of pathetic. Guess I didn't really need your help, then."
Bruce smirked again. "Ah, but I saved you from almost certain embarrassment!"
"Was that a joke?"
"Don't be silly. Batman doesn't joke."
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Her expression totally looks like she has to deal with Booster and Ted.
"Yeah, I totally didn't mean it all those times I, uh, admired your 'W'," Booster said.
Diana gave him a look.
"Not helping," Ted said.
"You are the coolest superheroine ever?" Booster tried again. Then he elbowed Ted. "See, I didn't say hottest!"
"I'm not going to tell anyone that I saw you making love in the closet," Diana said. "You don't need to keep up this charade."
"Oh, thank god," Ted said. "Or, uh, thank goddess?"
"You two should tell people, though," Diana said. "Most people at least suspect it, anyway."
"No way," Ted and Booster said at the same time.
"It's up to you," Diana said, as she flew away.
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No idea where that icon comes from...have characters you like preparing to whup my ass!
"You've seen the atrocities she writes!" the Reach Negotiator said. "It must be stopped!"
"I don't know," Traci said. "I sort of liked some of the things she's written."
"She wrote about Jaime having relationships with Kid Flash, Misfit, Robin, and the Scarab," Paco said.
"Okay, let's whup Shana's ass," Traci said.
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Okay...slightly disturbing fic!
For the clown.
Ivy couldn't take it. She wanted Harley to stay with her forever.
So she made a Harley. She coaxed a seed to form legs and arms and a head and Harley's body, Harley's hair, everything.
It was almost perfect.
But she couldn't make grow Harley's mind.
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BUT OF COURSE! I warn you, I know almost nothing of Suzie. Also, sure, it fits the prompt. Sort of.
Gwen turned. She didn't need this right now. Zanne Costello, who was known mostly for her obsession with death. Less known was her obsession with Gwen, which had last week culminated in sex in Zanne's room.
"Hey, Zanne," Gwen said, forcing a smile.
Zanne nodded and raised an eyebrow. "You're still avoiding me?"
"No," Gwen lied.
"Hmm," Zanne said. "You can keep trying to avoid me if you'd like, Cooper, or you can meet me in supply closet number 2 after class."
"The one that someone scrawled 'Turchwad' on?"
Zanne smirked and nodded. "See you there, Gwen."
Years later, Gwen Cooper sat up in bed. That's why Suzie had seemed so familiar!
Rhys rolled over. "Gwen?" he mumbled.
"Go back to sleep, Rhys," Gwen whispered. "It's nothing."
Soon enough, Rhys started to snore, but Gwen stayed awake the rest of the night.
I have no idea who she's talking to. So you get Bart and Rose OYL!
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"When did you get taller than me?" Rose demanded.
Bart smirked down at her. "When did you stop being evil?"
"Oh, shut up," Rose said irritably. "We don't talk about what dear old Daddy did to me."
"Yeah, I heard," Bart said. "That really sucks."
"It's over now. At least."
"Hey, I always knew you were good, Rosey," Bart said.
Rose glared at him. "The name is Rose. Not Rosey. And I don't care how old and fast you are. I can still take you down."
Bart smiled. "Maybe I'd like you to take me down."
Rose was at a loss for words for a moment. "Did you just hit on me? The Bart I knew wouldn't even know what hitting on people was."
She felt the quick brush of lips against hers, though Bart moved too fast to see. "Like I said, I'm older now," Bart said.
Rose liked the new Bart.
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I warn you, I know far less than I'd like to about Felicia.
"Spider-man," Spider-Man corrected, "And I'm pretty sure I've got a copyright on the hanging upside-down thing. You know, cats "
"Uh huh, sure," Felicia said. "Just thought you'd want to know. Vulture's trying to rob a bank. With Doc Ock and Green Goblin. And Sandman."
"What? Are you serious?"
Felicia jabbed her thumb at a television.
"Oh my god!" said the announcer. "Vulture, Doc Ock, Green Goblin and Sandman? Now all we need is an appearance by the dreadful Spider-Man and we'll really be in trouble!"
"Ah, my wonderful fans!" Spider-Man said. "Better make an appearance. They'll be so disappointed if I don't! Plus, they'll be poorer." He shot off a web, then paused. "What'll you be doing?"
"Taking advantage of you being distracted to steal these gorgeous diamonds."
"What? I can't let you do that!"
"They belong to Jameson!"
"Tempting...nope! I'm sworn to protect everyone. Come on, Cat, I could use help."
"But I like diamonds!"
"Please?"
"...make it worth my while?"
"If you wanted a date, you just had to ask!"
"Really? So I could have the diamonds and go on a date with you?"
"Don't press your luck," Spider-Man said.
Felicia grinned. "But I'm all about luck! Very well, I'll be the good kitty for now."
"Thanks, Cat. I appreciate it."
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Is it possible to have enough Boostle?
Ted rolled his eyes. "What is it you want, Booster?"
"Who is this Booster? I am Zarkon Five of the planet Schnalop."
"Bwahaha," Ted said dryly. "Not all of us are mentally two."
"I must do experiments on you to discover how you function," Booster said.
"Booster, you are not funny," Ted said. Booster got onto his knees, face blank, and started unzipping Ted's pants. "Stop it, buddy."
Booster didn't stop, and Ted kneed him in the face.
"Oww!" Booster said, pinching his nose. "That hurt! You suck, Beetle."
"You were about to suck. What's your problem, Boost?"
"You were talking about that thing you had for aliens!"
Ted groaned. "Booster, having a thing for Princess Leia in the slave bikini outfit does not equal having a thing for aliens. Especially not my best friend acting like an alien."
Booster looked down. "I just thought you'd like it."
"Hey," Ted put a hand on Booster's shoulder. "If I wanted a blowjob, I'd much prefer to get one from Micheal Carter than from Zurgon Three."
"Zarkon Five."
"Whatever," Ted kissed Booster. "I like you as you."
Booster grinned at him. "So you aren't interested in the Princess Leia slave bikini I got?"
"Forget everything I just said," Ted said. "Put it on. Yesterday."
Booster laughed.
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asdkfjasdf took me forEVER to write this.
Then he frowned. It wasn't quite right.
"Don't worry, folks! Impulse has got it covered!"
It still lacked a certain something.
"IMPULSE to the rescue!" he tried.
"Dude," Kon said, walking up from behind him with Robin. "What the heck are you doing?"
Bart turned around. "Oh, hi guys. I was. Um."
"Practicing your entrance in the mirror?" Robin asked with a smirk.
"Maybe?" Bart said.
Kon rolled his eyes. "Well, we were going to ask if you want to 'practice your entrance' if you know what I mean in my room with us since the girls are gone, but if you're busy..."
Bart was away from the mirror in an instant. "Okayletsgowhatarewewaitingfor?"
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I AM SKIPPING TO YOURS TO GIVE YOU THE BEST FIC EVER.
He listened to it ring, twice, gave his credit card information and requested Damien.
"Hello," Damien said in that deep voice of his.
"Hi," Max said. He was nervous, even though he'd done this so many times before. "Um, how are you?"
Damien didn't answer, but Max could practically hear the smirk in his voice. "What are you wearing, Max?"
"Uh, leather pants," Max said.
"You're lying," Damien said. Max wasn't sure how, but he always knew. Once he actually had worn leather pants, just to see what Damien would say, but that was the one time Damien hadn't accused him of lying.
"Fine," Max muttered. "Boxers and an old T-Shirt."
"Take off your shirt," Damien said. "Imagine me taking it off. Imagine me running my fingers over your back as I pull that ratty old t-shirt off of you. You really should get rid of it."
"W - what are you wearing?"
"I am wearing leather pants," Damien said. "They're so tight that I could practically not be wearing anything."
"T-take them off," Max said.
"Say please," Damien said, sounding amused.
"Please," Max breathed.
"Of course," Damien said. "I press against you, already hard and kiss you."
Max groaned and stuck his hands in his boxers.
"Then I start liking you, down to your neck," Damien said. "Right when I reach that tender spot that always makes you moan - "
Max moaned.
"I bite down," Damien said. "Hard."
Max gasped.
"Open your window," Damien said.
Max did, not knowing exactly why, but he felt, as he always felt, that he should do what Damien told him to do.
A man, pale as moonlight with hair and eyes as dark as night stood on the windowsill.
"Damien?" Max whispered, still clutching the phone in one hand.
"Can I come in?" Damien asked.
Max nodded hurriedly.
Damien stepped in, black cloak billowing behind him. Max wished he had worn nicer boxers, or something. Damien pulled off his cloak and was indeed wearing no pants.
"Wh - why are you here?" Max asked.
Damien smiled in a distinctly unsettling way and pulled Max towards him. "To give you what you've wanted," he said.
"The baby - "
"Won't hear us," Damien said. He grinned, and Max noticed he had fangs.
"No..." he protested half-heartedly.
"Yes," Damien said, and bit Max's neck.
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I tried to come up with a better idea for this one. But...this is what I kept coming back to.
She wished she could figure out what. It kept bothering her as she sat through the Justice Society meeting.
She tried to remember if she'd forgotten to turn the oven off as she helped Courtney train.
Even as she flew home, she just knew there was something she'd forgotten to do.
She searched through her pockets for her keys.
"Aw, crap," Karen said. That's what she'd forgotten.
Luckily, she'd left the window open.
How did people without superpowers do it?
Re: I tried to come up with a better idea for this one. But...this is what I kept coming back to.
Re: I tried to come up with a better idea for this one. But...this is what I kept coming back to.
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Afraid you get me when I'm sleepy, so this is pretty short.
The bathtub was suddenly filled with bubbles and her costume slipped off. Except her hat, of course.
It was hard fighting crime sometimes. Nothing like a relaxing bubblebath after saving the world. She slipped into the tub carefully and closed her eyes happily.
It was nice.
But hey, world wasn't over, she could celebrate! Sure she was by herself, but no reason not to have some of that great champagne Bruce had sent her.
"Knird ot em," she said, and a glass floated right to her.
Zatanna loved her powers sometimes.