Fic: A Pointless Argument
Fandom: DC Comics
Title: A Pointless Argument
Characters: Booster Gold, Blue Beetle (mention)
Rating: PG
Prompt: #29, Repression
Word Count: 473
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em.
A/N: Once upon a time, I came across somebody on a forum who vehementally argued that Jaime Reyes, the current Blue Beetle, shouldn't be calling himself the Blue Beetle, because he has powers and Ted didn't, and it occured to me that, really, the same argument could be applied more aptly to Ted than Jaime, since Jaime's powers come from the Scarab, which granted powers to the first Blue Beetle, Dan Garret. It's a thought. And, more importantly, it turned into a plot bunny. Of sad. I can write things that end with happiness and sunshine, really! D:
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It had to be a morning class, didn't it? The only class he was taking--the only class he could afford to take on his salary as a night watchman, and it had to be a morning class.
Booster Carter tried to bury his head farther into his arms in a futile attempt to block out the noise of the classroom. By all rights, he should have had time to catch a quick nap and relieve some of his tiredness before class actually began, but, of course, two of his classmates just had to be engaged in a loud, heated debate right behind him. Booster had the sneaking suspicion that they were doing it on purpose just to torment him, on account of who he was, or, more specifically, what he'd done.
It was kind of ridiculous, since Metropolis U had only benefited from his betting, but it was probably due more to the principle of the matter. Booster understood that, but he still thought it was pretty unfair. Sure, he'd broken the rules a bit, but that didn't mean he deserved to have his rest stolen from him by a pair of angry nerds vehemently arguing about, of all things, what to refer to the second Blue Beetle as.
"He's the second Blue Beetle! It's what he called himself, it's what the experts call him, it's what the textbooks call him, and it's what everybody calls him but you!" the first one declared.
"But he didn't use the Scarab! Y'know, the thing that makes a Blue Beetle a Blue Beetle? All the Blue Beetles used it except the second one, because he wasn’t really a Blue Beetle, he just stole the name! Hell, he was hardly a hero at all!" the second retorted.
Booster growled a bit in an effort to alert the two to the fact that it would be wise of them to stop arguing right behind him, but he was ignored.
"Don't be ridiculous! The second Blue Beetle was an important member of the Justice League and-"
"You mean he was a glorified taxi driver for the Justice League."
Booster readjusted himself rather pointedly so his hands were over his ears, and, for his efforts, was ignored.
"He was not!" the first of the two cried in an insulted voice.
"He was so!"
By this point, Booster was pulling his hair and grinding his teeth in order to not explode in a particularly violent fashion, but his valiant efforts and their probable result were ignored.
"He was no such thing!"
"He was, and you know it!"
"Would you both shut up?" Booster shouted, shooting into an upright position and turning to look at the pair. "Nobody gives a damn about the second Blue Beetle!"
Ten years later, he would have given anything in the world to have been wrong.
Title: A Pointless Argument
Characters: Booster Gold, Blue Beetle (mention)
Rating: PG
Prompt: #29, Repression
Word Count: 473
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em.
A/N: Once upon a time, I came across somebody on a forum who vehementally argued that Jaime Reyes, the current Blue Beetle, shouldn't be calling himself the Blue Beetle, because he has powers and Ted didn't, and it occured to me that, really, the same argument could be applied more aptly to Ted than Jaime, since Jaime's powers come from the Scarab, which granted powers to the first Blue Beetle, Dan Garret. It's a thought. And, more importantly, it turned into a plot bunny. Of sad. I can write things that end with happiness and sunshine, really! D:
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It had to be a morning class, didn't it? The only class he was taking--the only class he could afford to take on his salary as a night watchman, and it had to be a morning class.
Booster Carter tried to bury his head farther into his arms in a futile attempt to block out the noise of the classroom. By all rights, he should have had time to catch a quick nap and relieve some of his tiredness before class actually began, but, of course, two of his classmates just had to be engaged in a loud, heated debate right behind him. Booster had the sneaking suspicion that they were doing it on purpose just to torment him, on account of who he was, or, more specifically, what he'd done.
It was kind of ridiculous, since Metropolis U had only benefited from his betting, but it was probably due more to the principle of the matter. Booster understood that, but he still thought it was pretty unfair. Sure, he'd broken the rules a bit, but that didn't mean he deserved to have his rest stolen from him by a pair of angry nerds vehemently arguing about, of all things, what to refer to the second Blue Beetle as.
"He's the second Blue Beetle! It's what he called himself, it's what the experts call him, it's what the textbooks call him, and it's what everybody calls him but you!" the first one declared.
"But he didn't use the Scarab! Y'know, the thing that makes a Blue Beetle a Blue Beetle? All the Blue Beetles used it except the second one, because he wasn’t really a Blue Beetle, he just stole the name! Hell, he was hardly a hero at all!" the second retorted.
Booster growled a bit in an effort to alert the two to the fact that it would be wise of them to stop arguing right behind him, but he was ignored.
"Don't be ridiculous! The second Blue Beetle was an important member of the Justice League and-"
"You mean he was a glorified taxi driver for the Justice League."
Booster readjusted himself rather pointedly so his hands were over his ears, and, for his efforts, was ignored.
"He was not!" the first of the two cried in an insulted voice.
"He was so!"
By this point, Booster was pulling his hair and grinding his teeth in order to not explode in a particularly violent fashion, but his valiant efforts and their probable result were ignored.
"He was no such thing!"
"He was, and you know it!"
"Would you both shut up?" Booster shouted, shooting into an upright position and turning to look at the pair. "Nobody gives a damn about the second Blue Beetle!"
Ten years later, he would have given anything in the world to have been wrong.