Lots of Little Stories
I'm going to be moving all of my fills here so bear with me.
Summary: Catwoman and Batman have an on again off again relationship. Young Justice finds out. Mini-Fill
When Wally comes into the rec room he's running so fast that he bounces off one of the walls.
Robin has just opened his mouth to say something scathing when he's stopped by a wobbling high pitched sound. It takes him a second to realize that it's Wally making the sound. It's a lot faster than his usual chipmunk impersonation.
"Dude. What's the aster. Slow. Down."
Robin can feel the others coming into the room attracted by the noise.
"IwenttoGothambecauseIthoughtyouwereinGo
thamandIwantedtohangoutandthen!"
Not quite normal speeds but something Robin could understand after so long being Wally's friend. "What happened in Gotham?" A lot of things could happen in Gotham.
"I saw Batman. And Catwoman. And BatmanandCatwomankissingandohgodshe'shastohavehimundersomesortofmindcontrol!"
Robin laughed. "Man, and you say I don't have hormones. Have you actually seen Catwoman? I checked the first time, no mind control needed."
There's a symphony of responses but he decided to address Superboy's confused "I thought Catwoman was a criminal?" because that seems to be the roots of their problem.
"She is but she's not all that bad. They must have finally made up. It's about time too. I was starting to think I was going to have to apologize for him."
"You approve?" asks M'gann.
Robin looked around the room at the shocked faces of his friends. And then he thought of the last date Bruce had brought to a charity event and the reason for Selina's ire, one Tina Fellington who had called him Rickie and actually tried to pinch his cheeks. "Dude you should see the other women he's goes for. If I have to have a step-mom I want it to be her." Superman would make a better step-mom than most of the people Bruce went out with and he's a pretty crappy parent. Encouraging Selina was by far the better option.
Tiltie: Leave the Bubblegum
Summary: Based off a random TV Trope http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Ma
in/ChewBubblegum
There are two things that you should know.
Number one-Artemis loves bubblegum.
It starts as an anger management thing, don't get mad, chew bubblegum, and takes off from there.
It doesn't even matter what kind of bubblegum. At home she has stashes of the stuff filled with Double Bubble, Bazzoka, Trident, Juicy Fruit, Bubblicious, Bubblegum by the Foot, ABC Bubblegum(the packaged stuff), Bubblegum cigarettes. She's started importing bubblegum from out of the country and one day she plans on getting the bubblegum they make on planet Olderain that's supposed to be like, the best bubblegum ever.
Number two-she does not have stashes at Mt. Justice.
So she goes down to a corner convenience store.
And someone idiot decides to pull out a gun and rob the place including dumping the contents of the quick pick candy into his bag.
Including the bubblegum.
She came here to chew bubblegum but this guy is so getting his ass kicked.
Summary: Catwoman kidnaps Robin for mother son bonding.
Selina walks in without any form of announcement. She's only ever announced coming into rooms when she wants to be and she thinks this is one of those occasions some people might take an objection to.
She's stalking down one of the hallways on the pads of her feet when someone jumps at her from the shadows. She catches them what with her cat like reflexes and all.
"You're back!" her little birdy sings as she swings him around, cape fluttering like the flapping of wings.
"Of course I'm back," she says, canines bared in a toothy grin. "Like I would ever miss my little birdies birthday." He laughs in delight and wraps around her in a hug. "Now before I steal you away for the night why don't we leave a little note for Daddy Bats, hmm?"
----
"Rob? Where did you get to dude, I got something I want to show you," Wally runs through the base looking in every nook and corner for his missing friend. As he passes the briefing room his attention is caught by a small display. On the display four smiling green heads blink at him. Only instead of his friends familiar face he was looking at the face of a woman. Catwoman.
Okay, so the surprise party might have to wait until they rescued Robin from being kidnapped. But it can't be that hard to do, right? It isn't like Catwoman is one of Gotham's A list villains or anything.
Title: Passing
Summary: Superman's thoughts on himself, and therefore Superboy
Superman can pass for human.
He can pass.
But that's it.
Most people, they don't know the ways that Kryptonians and Humans differ. They don't see how his hair refracts on the ultra violet spectrum turning into a back oil slick with vibrant lights. They don't see the way his fingernails are almost perfectly square instead of rounded. How they stay the same color for their whole length no matter how long they get, a dull awkward beige. They don't notice that he's missing the small indented bridge between his mouth and his nose.
There's a thousand little things that nobody sees. A thousand little things so easily obscured by a pair of glasses and a change of posture.
A thousand things he's learned to hide by mimicking the facial expressions, so unnatural feeling on his face, of the people around him. Things he'd learned by practicing in the mirrors that mocked his problems and pointed out every difference. Every single thing he had to worry about so he could pass. Everything that reminds him that he's different.
But for all that he hates looking at mirrors he hates looking at Superboy more. All Superman ever wants is to be normal, all Superboy wants is to be like him and all he sees when he looks at him is that neither of them will ever it.
Summary: Ollie comes home on the fifth of July.
He can't...understand. Not for that twisted piece of time that floats somewhere between a second and an hour. The edge of a cliff. The fall of a guillotine. The shot of gunfire.
The moment when two worlds, one that's right...
He's tired, closer to exhausted but his mind is bouncing in excitement. He has stories to tell, news to share and maybe, if he can sneak it in past Roy's radar, a proud moment or two. He'll tell Roy all about the battle that the Justice League fought, the one that kept him out so late, everything that he hasn't already figured out from whatever news coverage there was. He'll move on then, to telling him about his friends, about Cadmus. Thinks he'll probably get Roy's opinion on this clone business. Ollie's got his own opinion on the matter but Roy tends to be more practical than political so it's a good way to check if he's being reasonable or if he's being a "crazy old left winged hippy." Then while their talking about the kids and Cadmus and all the crazy things of the day Ollie will try and mention Roy, see if he can sneak up to it real smooth like and tell the kid, the man, how proud he is. He didn't have a popular opinion today, not with a lot of the League, certainly not with Batman, and he didn't let that move him from his cause. He didn't let, as a crazy old left winged hippy might say, the man get him down(and dear lord, he's part of the institution now, next thing he knows he's going to start loosing his hair). He's standing on his own two feet and standing for what he believes in.
Honestly, Ollie couldn't be prouder.
...and one that's wrong...
He twists the key inside the lock. Feels the pop of the lock unlatching. Pushes the door open and pulls out the keys. Swings them around to the side without a thought to toss into the key bowl by the door. There's a sharp clang of the keys against the glass bottom instead of the metallic jingle of one set landing atop another.
He fumbles for the light dropping his bag holding his costume and other assorted items onto the floor. His boots continue to clack against the floor, tile now, and when the light turns on tile is what he sees instead of the Navajo rug that has graced his entrance for the last few years.
His mouth goes dry and he looks up, looks around. There are paintings, expensive and obviously worth money still hanging on the wall. None of the furniture seems like it's been moved. No sign of a burglary and Ollie wishes that there were all the signs in the world rather than someone having taken that rug. He goes to Roy's room, in case he took it for some reason and Ollie doesn't need to start trying to figure out the whole detective thing.
The hallways echo hollowly like the house has been emptied and still there's no other difference he can see.
There's no light under the crack of Roy's door. He could be sleeping but for all that it's late it shouldn't be late enough for that. He knocks, calls out, and when no response comes he panics. What if someone did try to rob the place. What if Roy tried to stop them and he didn't have his bow, or one of the burglars got in a lucky shot. What if someone found out their identities and came here targeting them.
His hand covers the door knob, fingers wrapping around the ornate curve, applies pressure and pushes forward. The door opens.
The room is empty. A bed. A desk. A chair. A lone sock peaking out of the closet.
No one lives in this room.
No one lives in this room, not anymore.
...collide. Like wet paintings pressed together.
A boy leaves and no one stops him.
A boy packs and no one stops him.
A boy moves and no one stops him.
A boy alone with no one to stop him.
Green on one side red on the other. And when they separate layers of each pull off on either side.
A man made old sits on a bed stripped bare, wondering, if the man was there, would the boy have stopped? Stayed?
Summary: Wally writes fanfiction about himself.
M'gann the beautiful, gorgeous, sexy green martian princess was married to Superboy. A boy who was totally unmanly and stupid and frowny.
One day King Wally of the West came by their cave.
"Oh most beautiful of all women, my dear M'gann, who is more awesome that any flavor of ice cream, including periwinkle sprinkle, leave the hidious beast that is your husband and come away with me!" said King Wally gallantly.
"I would, oh most handsome and manly King Wally," said she, "but, alas! He doth keep me prisoner in this tower!"
"Then I, King Wally the Greatest, shall rescue you."
And king Wally burst through the mountain at the highest of speeds and ran of with M'gann back to his country were they lived happily ever after.
And Superboy couldn't catch them because he's slow and hunchbacked and extra hairy but not in the pretty way like the prince from Beauty and the Beast.
The End
-----
Wally sighed and looked at the file on his computer.
It was a nice dream but he really needed to work on his history paper.
Summary: Catwoman and Batman have an on again off again relationship. Young Justice finds out. Mini-Fill
When Wally comes into the rec room he's running so fast that he bounces off one of the walls.
Robin has just opened his mouth to say something scathing when he's stopped by a wobbling high pitched sound. It takes him a second to realize that it's Wally making the sound. It's a lot faster than his usual chipmunk impersonation.
"Dude. What's the aster. Slow. Down."
Robin can feel the others coming into the room attracted by the noise.
"IwenttoGothambecauseIthoughtyouwereinGo
thamandIwantedtohangoutandthen!"
Not quite normal speeds but something Robin could understand after so long being Wally's friend. "What happened in Gotham?" A lot of things could happen in Gotham.
"I saw Batman. And Catwoman. And BatmanandCatwomankissingandohgodshe'shastohavehimundersomesortofmindcontrol!"
Robin laughed. "Man, and you say I don't have hormones. Have you actually seen Catwoman? I checked the first time, no mind control needed."
There's a symphony of responses but he decided to address Superboy's confused "I thought Catwoman was a criminal?" because that seems to be the roots of their problem.
"She is but she's not all that bad. They must have finally made up. It's about time too. I was starting to think I was going to have to apologize for him."
"You approve?" asks M'gann.
Robin looked around the room at the shocked faces of his friends. And then he thought of the last date Bruce had brought to a charity event and the reason for Selina's ire, one Tina Fellington who had called him Rickie and actually tried to pinch his cheeks. "Dude you should see the other women he's goes for. If I have to have a step-mom I want it to be her." Superman would make a better step-mom than most of the people Bruce went out with and he's a pretty crappy parent. Encouraging Selina was by far the better option.
Tiltie: Leave the Bubblegum
Summary: Based off a random TV Trope http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Ma
in/ChewBubblegum
There are two things that you should know.
Number one-Artemis loves bubblegum.
It starts as an anger management thing, don't get mad, chew bubblegum, and takes off from there.
It doesn't even matter what kind of bubblegum. At home she has stashes of the stuff filled with Double Bubble, Bazzoka, Trident, Juicy Fruit, Bubblicious, Bubblegum by the Foot, ABC Bubblegum(the packaged stuff), Bubblegum cigarettes. She's started importing bubblegum from out of the country and one day she plans on getting the bubblegum they make on planet Olderain that's supposed to be like, the best bubblegum ever.
Number two-she does not have stashes at Mt. Justice.
So she goes down to a corner convenience store.
And someone idiot decides to pull out a gun and rob the place including dumping the contents of the quick pick candy into his bag.
Including the bubblegum.
She came here to chew bubblegum but this guy is so getting his ass kicked.
Summary: Catwoman kidnaps Robin for mother son bonding.
Selina walks in without any form of announcement. She's only ever announced coming into rooms when she wants to be and she thinks this is one of those occasions some people might take an objection to.
She's stalking down one of the hallways on the pads of her feet when someone jumps at her from the shadows. She catches them what with her cat like reflexes and all.
"You're back!" her little birdy sings as she swings him around, cape fluttering like the flapping of wings.
"Of course I'm back," she says, canines bared in a toothy grin. "Like I would ever miss my little birdies birthday." He laughs in delight and wraps around her in a hug. "Now before I steal you away for the night why don't we leave a little note for Daddy Bats, hmm?"
----
"Rob? Where did you get to dude, I got something I want to show you," Wally runs through the base looking in every nook and corner for his missing friend. As he passes the briefing room his attention is caught by a small display. On the display four smiling green heads blink at him. Only instead of his friends familiar face he was looking at the face of a woman. Catwoman.
Okay, so the surprise party might have to wait until they rescued Robin from being kidnapped. But it can't be that hard to do, right? It isn't like Catwoman is one of Gotham's A list villains or anything.
Title: Passing
Summary: Superman's thoughts on himself, and therefore Superboy
Superman can pass for human.
He can pass.
But that's it.
Most people, they don't know the ways that Kryptonians and Humans differ. They don't see how his hair refracts on the ultra violet spectrum turning into a back oil slick with vibrant lights. They don't see the way his fingernails are almost perfectly square instead of rounded. How they stay the same color for their whole length no matter how long they get, a dull awkward beige. They don't notice that he's missing the small indented bridge between his mouth and his nose.
There's a thousand little things that nobody sees. A thousand little things so easily obscured by a pair of glasses and a change of posture.
A thousand things he's learned to hide by mimicking the facial expressions, so unnatural feeling on his face, of the people around him. Things he'd learned by practicing in the mirrors that mocked his problems and pointed out every difference. Every single thing he had to worry about so he could pass. Everything that reminds him that he's different.
But for all that he hates looking at mirrors he hates looking at Superboy more. All Superman ever wants is to be normal, all Superboy wants is to be like him and all he sees when he looks at him is that neither of them will ever it.
Summary: Ollie comes home on the fifth of July.
He can't...understand. Not for that twisted piece of time that floats somewhere between a second and an hour. The edge of a cliff. The fall of a guillotine. The shot of gunfire.
The moment when two worlds, one that's right...
He's tired, closer to exhausted but his mind is bouncing in excitement. He has stories to tell, news to share and maybe, if he can sneak it in past Roy's radar, a proud moment or two. He'll tell Roy all about the battle that the Justice League fought, the one that kept him out so late, everything that he hasn't already figured out from whatever news coverage there was. He'll move on then, to telling him about his friends, about Cadmus. Thinks he'll probably get Roy's opinion on this clone business. Ollie's got his own opinion on the matter but Roy tends to be more practical than political so it's a good way to check if he's being reasonable or if he's being a "crazy old left winged hippy." Then while their talking about the kids and Cadmus and all the crazy things of the day Ollie will try and mention Roy, see if he can sneak up to it real smooth like and tell the kid, the man, how proud he is. He didn't have a popular opinion today, not with a lot of the League, certainly not with Batman, and he didn't let that move him from his cause. He didn't let, as a crazy old left winged hippy might say, the man get him down(and dear lord, he's part of the institution now, next thing he knows he's going to start loosing his hair). He's standing on his own two feet and standing for what he believes in.
Honestly, Ollie couldn't be prouder.
...and one that's wrong...
He twists the key inside the lock. Feels the pop of the lock unlatching. Pushes the door open and pulls out the keys. Swings them around to the side without a thought to toss into the key bowl by the door. There's a sharp clang of the keys against the glass bottom instead of the metallic jingle of one set landing atop another.
He fumbles for the light dropping his bag holding his costume and other assorted items onto the floor. His boots continue to clack against the floor, tile now, and when the light turns on tile is what he sees instead of the Navajo rug that has graced his entrance for the last few years.
His mouth goes dry and he looks up, looks around. There are paintings, expensive and obviously worth money still hanging on the wall. None of the furniture seems like it's been moved. No sign of a burglary and Ollie wishes that there were all the signs in the world rather than someone having taken that rug. He goes to Roy's room, in case he took it for some reason and Ollie doesn't need to start trying to figure out the whole detective thing.
The hallways echo hollowly like the house has been emptied and still there's no other difference he can see.
There's no light under the crack of Roy's door. He could be sleeping but for all that it's late it shouldn't be late enough for that. He knocks, calls out, and when no response comes he panics. What if someone did try to rob the place. What if Roy tried to stop them and he didn't have his bow, or one of the burglars got in a lucky shot. What if someone found out their identities and came here targeting them.
His hand covers the door knob, fingers wrapping around the ornate curve, applies pressure and pushes forward. The door opens.
The room is empty. A bed. A desk. A chair. A lone sock peaking out of the closet.
No one lives in this room.
No one lives in this room, not anymore.
...collide. Like wet paintings pressed together.
A boy leaves and no one stops him.
A boy packs and no one stops him.
A boy moves and no one stops him.
A boy alone with no one to stop him.
Green on one side red on the other. And when they separate layers of each pull off on either side.
A man made old sits on a bed stripped bare, wondering, if the man was there, would the boy have stopped? Stayed?
Summary: Wally writes fanfiction about himself.
M'gann the beautiful, gorgeous, sexy green martian princess was married to Superboy. A boy who was totally unmanly and stupid and frowny.
One day King Wally of the West came by their cave.
"Oh most beautiful of all women, my dear M'gann, who is more awesome that any flavor of ice cream, including periwinkle sprinkle, leave the hidious beast that is your husband and come away with me!" said King Wally gallantly.
"I would, oh most handsome and manly King Wally," said she, "but, alas! He doth keep me prisoner in this tower!"
"Then I, King Wally the Greatest, shall rescue you."
And king Wally burst through the mountain at the highest of speeds and ran of with M'gann back to his country were they lived happily ever after.
And Superboy couldn't catch them because he's slow and hunchbacked and extra hairy but not in the pretty way like the prince from Beauty and the Beast.
The End
-----
Wally sighed and looked at the file on his computer.
It was a nice dream but he really needed to work on his history paper.