Fic: Everything Hurts
Fandom: DC Comics
Title: Everything Hurts
Characters: Booster Gold, Blue Beetle
Rating: PG
Prompt: #11, Castration Anxiety
Word Count: 260
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Extreme Justice.
Disclaimer: Don't own Booster, sadly.
A/N: The prompt is about powerlessness, so I started with busted suits and ended up with a busted Booster.
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He was dying.
This wasn't new, exactly, as, if one wanted to be technical about it, he was in a constant state of dying these days. This particular moment was only notable because he was doing it more so.
He was also in a great deal of pain. Like dying, this was a constant in his life, and was only notable for being of a greater degree.
He gasped, uselessly trying to force air into his lungs. He could feel his heart failing, along with something he couldn't identify in his abdomen. Probably multiple somethings, really.
As his vision began to swim and time seemed to slow down, Booster wondered if he was actually going to go the full 9 yards and die this time. Although he'd never admit it, part of him wanted to just hurry up and get it over with. A very small part, granted, but still. Besides, the majority of him most definitely did not want to hurry up and get it over with, anyway, so it was a moot point.
Then, suddenly, the suit reactivated and Booster was shunted back into full-fledged consciousness. He wasn't aware that the pain had begun to subside until it came back in full force. His vision came back into focus and Booster was treated to the all-too-familiar view of a very concerned Blue Beetle.
"Hi, Ted," the armored hero said with a reassuring grin.
Beetle's expression immediately softened from worry to relief before he asked, "You okay, buddy?"
"Yeah, I'm fine."
It was the lying that hurt the most.
Title: Everything Hurts
Characters: Booster Gold, Blue Beetle
Rating: PG
Prompt: #11, Castration Anxiety
Word Count: 260
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Extreme Justice.
Disclaimer: Don't own Booster, sadly.
A/N: The prompt is about powerlessness, so I started with busted suits and ended up with a busted Booster.
---
He was dying.
This wasn't new, exactly, as, if one wanted to be technical about it, he was in a constant state of dying these days. This particular moment was only notable because he was doing it more so.
He was also in a great deal of pain. Like dying, this was a constant in his life, and was only notable for being of a greater degree.
He gasped, uselessly trying to force air into his lungs. He could feel his heart failing, along with something he couldn't identify in his abdomen. Probably multiple somethings, really.
As his vision began to swim and time seemed to slow down, Booster wondered if he was actually going to go the full 9 yards and die this time. Although he'd never admit it, part of him wanted to just hurry up and get it over with. A very small part, granted, but still. Besides, the majority of him most definitely did not want to hurry up and get it over with, anyway, so it was a moot point.
Then, suddenly, the suit reactivated and Booster was shunted back into full-fledged consciousness. He wasn't aware that the pain had begun to subside until it came back in full force. His vision came back into focus and Booster was treated to the all-too-familiar view of a very concerned Blue Beetle.
"Hi, Ted," the armored hero said with a reassuring grin.
Beetle's expression immediately softened from worry to relief before he asked, "You okay, buddy?"
"Yeah, I'm fine."
It was the lying that hurt the most.