Mullet-verse: Mother's Day is a little different for some.
Title: Mother's Day Proclamation
Fandom: Justice League
Characters: Junior, Babs
Word Count: 900
Rating: G
Author's Notes: The Mother's Day Proclamation is by Julia Ward Howe and was actually "a call for peace and disarmament." The idea for this came to me at work, but what with making sure my mom had a good Mother's Day, I forgot about it. (Plus I was fried from work and no sleep and other things I'll post about later.) Anyway! Junior visits Babs on a special day.
Title to be changed if I think of something better.
Mother's Day Proclamation
When the doorbell rang and Babs brought up the door camera, she was greeted to an up-close view of an eye. A blur of light tan, then the hairy cavern of a nostril. Another blur and the screen was filled with lips, then a tongue, and finally the inside of a mouth.
"Hi, Miss Babs! Hiiii! Can I come in?" The uvula quivered with each drawn-out "Hi!"
A smile bloomed on her face and she covered her mouth with one hand, flipping on the intercom with the other. "Junior, what are you doing here?"
The screen switched back to a light blue eye, jiggled for a moment, then switched to messy brown hair. It stayed there for another moment, shifting in a wild blur of thick, uncombed spikes, before disappearing with a jerk. She could see Junior landing back on the ground and peering up at the camera, grinning. Apparently he had climbed up on something in order to give her that unique view of his facial features. Though whether it was because he wanted a closer look or because he thought it would be funny, she couldn't say.
With Ted's son, it could even be both.
"I came to viiiiisiiit!" he sing-songed cheerfully. "So can I? Is Miss Ca--Dinah there? Or Miss Bertinelli? I gotta ask her somethin'. D'you have her email? Or her phone number? Is it long distance? Dad said I can't call that anymore. Can I pleeeeeeeeease come in?"
Rewinding his rapid-fire chatter in her mind, Babs answered his questions in order. "Yes, you can visit, no Dinah isn't here, neither is Helena, but I have her email address and phone number, it is long distance, and yes, Junior, you can come in, I unlocked the door two minutes ago."
Junior blinked in surprise, then pouted up at her. "Why didn't you say so?"
"I didn't want to interrupt."
Sticking his tongue out at the camera, Junior tried the door and found that it was indeed unlocked. Then he disappeared from view of the door cam as he let out an excited squeal and sprinted inside.
It took less than a minute for Junior to reach her computer room, clattering in, pausing with his head cocked as if trying to remember something, then going back to knock on the door. Babs hid another smile as she turned to watch him. Well, someone had at least made an attempt to teach him manners, even if he hadn't quite figured out their purpose.
"Hi, Miss Babs!" Junior chirped, his vague understanding of manners appeased and therefore ignorable.
"Hello, Junior," Babs replied, leaning forward to rest her elbows on her knees, chin propped up on her hands. "To what do I owe this unexpected pleasure?"
Junior stared at her. "...Huh?"
"What's the occasion?"
"Oh!" Junior grinned and bounded over, skidding to a stop beside her and dropping to his knees. "Okay! So, I was looking at the calendar and today's, like, a holiday, only not a get-outta-work-free one, so Dad's still at work, but I asked Dad what it was for and he wasn't really sure 'cause stuff's like, totally changed in the future, so we went and looked it up online and there's like tons of stuff on it and there's like this proclamation thing! 'Disarm! Disarm! The sword of murder is not the balance of justice.' Which is kinda cool, so I bookmarked it to show Dad later, but anyway I don't have a mom 'cause my dads keep arguing about which one's the mom and they haven't decided yet, but then I thought, like...well, you're kinda like a mom. You're more like an aunt, and I'm gonna call you Aunt Babs, but I figured you probably didn't mind if I, y'know...um...."
Then, even though she had been half expecting it after following his rambling explanation, Babs was shocked when Junior held out a bouquet of flowery weeds and a card that looked like he had scribbled it in MS Paint.
"Happy Mother's Day, Aunt Babs."
Speechless, Babs took the flowers, and the card, flipping it open to find a huge block of text that looked very similar to Junior's verbal explanation. There were also several decorative bits of what was apparently the "Mother's Day Proclamation," surrounded by squiggles and curlicues and flowers made out of a shapes tool.
"Is...that okay?" Junior asked tentatively. He sounded worried.
Babs glanced over at him, his earnest face blurring in her vision, and gave him a wobbly smile. "It's fine, Junior," she reassured him, voice a little hoarse. "Come here."
Beaming happily, Junior bobbed up to wrap his arms around her while she leaned forward. Junior was good at hugs, she thought. He sort of threw everything he had into them, without worrying about social mores about how long it was okay to hug someone, or how tight to squeeze, or whether it was okay to snuggle a little. When she finally leaned back and he let go, Babs kissed his cheek and smiled affectionately.
"You're a sweet kid, Junior," she said, regaining control of her voice. "Come on, let's go find a vase for these."
Junior let out a cheer and scrambled to his feet, bouncing for her kitchen while Babs followed at a more sedate pace.
Later, Babs was going to scan the card and take a picture of the flowers, then backup the files three times.
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Fandom: Justice League
Characters: Junior, Babs
Word Count: 900
Rating: G
Author's Notes: The Mother's Day Proclamation is by Julia Ward Howe and was actually "a call for peace and disarmament." The idea for this came to me at work, but what with making sure my mom had a good Mother's Day, I forgot about it. (Plus I was fried from work and no sleep and other things I'll post about later.) Anyway! Junior visits Babs on a special day.
Title to be changed if I think of something better.
Mother's Day Proclamation
When the doorbell rang and Babs brought up the door camera, she was greeted to an up-close view of an eye. A blur of light tan, then the hairy cavern of a nostril. Another blur and the screen was filled with lips, then a tongue, and finally the inside of a mouth.
"Hi, Miss Babs! Hiiii! Can I come in?" The uvula quivered with each drawn-out "Hi!"
A smile bloomed on her face and she covered her mouth with one hand, flipping on the intercom with the other. "Junior, what are you doing here?"
The screen switched back to a light blue eye, jiggled for a moment, then switched to messy brown hair. It stayed there for another moment, shifting in a wild blur of thick, uncombed spikes, before disappearing with a jerk. She could see Junior landing back on the ground and peering up at the camera, grinning. Apparently he had climbed up on something in order to give her that unique view of his facial features. Though whether it was because he wanted a closer look or because he thought it would be funny, she couldn't say.
With Ted's son, it could even be both.
"I came to viiiiisiiit!" he sing-songed cheerfully. "So can I? Is Miss Ca--Dinah there? Or Miss Bertinelli? I gotta ask her somethin'. D'you have her email? Or her phone number? Is it long distance? Dad said I can't call that anymore. Can I pleeeeeeeeease come in?"
Rewinding his rapid-fire chatter in her mind, Babs answered his questions in order. "Yes, you can visit, no Dinah isn't here, neither is Helena, but I have her email address and phone number, it is long distance, and yes, Junior, you can come in, I unlocked the door two minutes ago."
Junior blinked in surprise, then pouted up at her. "Why didn't you say so?"
"I didn't want to interrupt."
Sticking his tongue out at the camera, Junior tried the door and found that it was indeed unlocked. Then he disappeared from view of the door cam as he let out an excited squeal and sprinted inside.
It took less than a minute for Junior to reach her computer room, clattering in, pausing with his head cocked as if trying to remember something, then going back to knock on the door. Babs hid another smile as she turned to watch him. Well, someone had at least made an attempt to teach him manners, even if he hadn't quite figured out their purpose.
"Hi, Miss Babs!" Junior chirped, his vague understanding of manners appeased and therefore ignorable.
"Hello, Junior," Babs replied, leaning forward to rest her elbows on her knees, chin propped up on her hands. "To what do I owe this unexpected pleasure?"
Junior stared at her. "...Huh?"
"What's the occasion?"
"Oh!" Junior grinned and bounded over, skidding to a stop beside her and dropping to his knees. "Okay! So, I was looking at the calendar and today's, like, a holiday, only not a get-outta-work-free one, so Dad's still at work, but I asked Dad what it was for and he wasn't really sure 'cause stuff's like, totally changed in the future, so we went and looked it up online and there's like tons of stuff on it and there's like this proclamation thing! 'Disarm! Disarm! The sword of murder is not the balance of justice.' Which is kinda cool, so I bookmarked it to show Dad later, but anyway I don't have a mom 'cause my dads keep arguing about which one's the mom and they haven't decided yet, but then I thought, like...well, you're kinda like a mom. You're more like an aunt, and I'm gonna call you Aunt Babs, but I figured you probably didn't mind if I, y'know...um...."
Then, even though she had been half expecting it after following his rambling explanation, Babs was shocked when Junior held out a bouquet of flowery weeds and a card that looked like he had scribbled it in MS Paint.
"Happy Mother's Day, Aunt Babs."
Speechless, Babs took the flowers, and the card, flipping it open to find a huge block of text that looked very similar to Junior's verbal explanation. There were also several decorative bits of what was apparently the "Mother's Day Proclamation," surrounded by squiggles and curlicues and flowers made out of a shapes tool.
"Is...that okay?" Junior asked tentatively. He sounded worried.
Babs glanced over at him, his earnest face blurring in her vision, and gave him a wobbly smile. "It's fine, Junior," she reassured him, voice a little hoarse. "Come here."
Beaming happily, Junior bobbed up to wrap his arms around her while she leaned forward. Junior was good at hugs, she thought. He sort of threw everything he had into them, without worrying about social mores about how long it was okay to hug someone, or how tight to squeeze, or whether it was okay to snuggle a little. When she finally leaned back and he let go, Babs kissed his cheek and smiled affectionately.
"You're a sweet kid, Junior," she said, regaining control of her voice. "Come on, let's go find a vase for these."
Junior let out a cheer and scrambled to his feet, bouncing for her kitchen while Babs followed at a more sedate pace.
Later, Babs was going to scan the card and take a picture of the flowers, then backup the files three times.
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