Fic: Punches
Fandom: DC Comics
Title: Punches
Characters: Booster Gold, Maxwell Lord, Wonder Woman
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: #27, Catharsis
Word Count: 262
Spoilers: Countdown and OMAC, but they're pretty old, does it even count as spoilers anymore?
Warnings: Ummm... non-descriptive gore? Does that even make sense?
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em.
A/N: AU. I am somewhat bothered by the startling revelation that metahuman PR actually owes quite a lot to Guy being around. I mean, does that really seem right to you? I am also surprised that I never wrote this earlier, on account of it being so obvious.
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Max admitted it. Diana asked him and he acknowledged it as truth, like it didn't even matter. Batman had had more emotion about it than that, and Batman wasn't the one who'd pulled the trigger on Ted. No, that'd be Max.
And then the truth of it hit Booster worse than he'd ever been hit before, and, well, there was another friend gone.
Superman tackled Diana and, in the blink of an eye, they were gone and it was just Max, alone. At least, Max thought he was alone. He'd know he was wrong soon enough, but Booster decided that he wanted to beat that damned satellite to it.
"Max." Max turned around and, "You bastard!" Using the suit's super strength was overkill, of course--Max was only human--but it made for such a satisfying crack when his fist met Max's face.
"Ted trusted you!" was quickly followed by his left fist meeting the other side of Max's face with an equally satisfying crack.
"I trusted you!" Another crack.
"You were supposed to--" A sickening thud this time, but Booster didn't notice.
"--be on--" Thud.
"--our side!" Thud thud thud.
Booster's stream of punches was suddenly stopped by a gentle, but firm hand on his shoulder, and he looked up at Diana questioningly.
"Michael, you can stop now," she told him, with a gentle, but firm voice that understood. "He's very dead."
Booster got shakily to his feet and looked down at what was, probably less than a minute ago, Max's head. "Yeah, he is, isn't he?"
Title: Punches
Characters: Booster Gold, Maxwell Lord, Wonder Woman
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: #27, Catharsis
Word Count: 262
Spoilers: Countdown and OMAC, but they're pretty old, does it even count as spoilers anymore?
Warnings: Ummm... non-descriptive gore? Does that even make sense?
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em.
A/N: AU. I am somewhat bothered by the startling revelation that metahuman PR actually owes quite a lot to Guy being around. I mean, does that really seem right to you? I am also surprised that I never wrote this earlier, on account of it being so obvious.
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Max admitted it. Diana asked him and he acknowledged it as truth, like it didn't even matter. Batman had had more emotion about it than that, and Batman wasn't the one who'd pulled the trigger on Ted. No, that'd be Max.
And then the truth of it hit Booster worse than he'd ever been hit before, and, well, there was another friend gone.
Superman tackled Diana and, in the blink of an eye, they were gone and it was just Max, alone. At least, Max thought he was alone. He'd know he was wrong soon enough, but Booster decided that he wanted to beat that damned satellite to it.
"Max." Max turned around and, "You bastard!" Using the suit's super strength was overkill, of course--Max was only human--but it made for such a satisfying crack when his fist met Max's face.
"Ted trusted you!" was quickly followed by his left fist meeting the other side of Max's face with an equally satisfying crack.
"I trusted you!" Another crack.
"You were supposed to--" A sickening thud this time, but Booster didn't notice.
"--be on--" Thud.
"--our side!" Thud thud thud.
Booster's stream of punches was suddenly stopped by a gentle, but firm hand on his shoulder, and he looked up at Diana questioningly.
"Michael, you can stop now," she told him, with a gentle, but firm voice that understood. "He's very dead."
Booster got shakily to his feet and looked down at what was, probably less than a minute ago, Max's head. "Yeah, he is, isn't he?"