Fic: Temper, Temper
Fandom: DC Comics
Title: Temper, Temper
Characters: Booster Gold
Rating: PG-13 for language
Prompt: #5, Multiple Personality
Word Count: 235
Spoilers: Week 7 of 52, but it's only slightly referenced
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Don't own Booster, sadly.
A/N: Technically AU, but totally could've happened in continuity. (ETA: Definitely not any more, but when I wrote it, it was possible)
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Booster Gold was furious.
Michael Carter was downright enraged.
Booster pinned the other man to the wall with one arm and wrestled the baseball bat away from him with the other. He had no idea how this guy had managed to get into his apartment or why he was so determined to bash his brains out, and, whoever he was, he was too busy shouting every expletive he'd ever learned to answer any questions, even if Booster had bothered to ask them. Booster was sure of one thing about the man, though.
He had to be abso-fucking-lutely nuts.
And it wasn't as if Booster wasn't already having a bad enough time of it, what with the whole damn fiasco with Ralph and that Castell guy and everything; now he had to come back to his apartment and get a madman trying to kill him with a baseball bat. Oh, he was having a great week, no doubt about that.
The blonde superhero glared at the still-cursing psychopath, trying to figure out what to do with him. To his credit, the lunatic had several suggestions for what Booster could to with himself, and Booster had to admit, the man was very creative.
When the attacker finally paused in his torrent of insults, Booster took the opportunity to ask him who the hell he was.
"I'm Booster Gold, you imposter," Michael Carter spat back with a snarl.
Title: Temper, Temper
Characters: Booster Gold
Rating: PG-13 for language
Prompt: #5, Multiple Personality
Word Count: 235
Spoilers: Week 7 of 52, but it's only slightly referenced
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Don't own Booster, sadly.
A/N: Technically AU, but totally could've happened in continuity. (ETA: Definitely not any more, but when I wrote it, it was possible)
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Booster Gold was furious.
Michael Carter was downright enraged.
Booster pinned the other man to the wall with one arm and wrestled the baseball bat away from him with the other. He had no idea how this guy had managed to get into his apartment or why he was so determined to bash his brains out, and, whoever he was, he was too busy shouting every expletive he'd ever learned to answer any questions, even if Booster had bothered to ask them. Booster was sure of one thing about the man, though.
He had to be abso-fucking-lutely nuts.
And it wasn't as if Booster wasn't already having a bad enough time of it, what with the whole damn fiasco with Ralph and that Castell guy and everything; now he had to come back to his apartment and get a madman trying to kill him with a baseball bat. Oh, he was having a great week, no doubt about that.
The blonde superhero glared at the still-cursing psychopath, trying to figure out what to do with him. To his credit, the lunatic had several suggestions for what Booster could to with himself, and Booster had to admit, the man was very creative.
When the attacker finally paused in his torrent of insults, Booster took the opportunity to ask him who the hell he was.
"I'm Booster Gold, you imposter," Michael Carter spat back with a snarl.