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thrillingdetectivetalesIT TOOK A LOT OF SUPER STUFF TO GET YOU HERE
"Babe" Heffron/Eugene Roe, Johnny Martin/"Bull" Randleman
Author's note: A couple of fills for a “Five Sentence Fic” meme I’m doing on Tumblr, requested by the delightful tomorrow-is-forever-all-ours, who wanted to see some superhero AUs. Not beta read because they’re five sentences long, y’all.
Title from Say Hi’s “Super,” which is a phenomenal indie pop jam if you’re into that kind of thing.
You can also read these on AO3. (And if y'all who don't have Tumblr would like to request one, just drop me a comment or a message with an AU scenario and a character or pairing you'd like to see. <3)
“Ow,” Babe moaned, heaving a wet, wracking cough that sent lancing waves of pain rippling out from his ribs. His ears were ringing and his mouth was flooded with the slick, dirty penny tang of fresh blood, head swimming so badly that it took him a moment of pained squinting to recognize the form hovering over him and wheeze dazedly, “Blue Lantern?”
“Don’t talk,” the Blue Lantern ordered in his sloping drawl while the ring on his finger glowed blue, bathing Babe’s body in warm, faintly tingling sapphire light. “Ought to know better by now, but no, you go flying into trouble wherever the Bat points you to—con commes tes pieds.”
Babe huffed a laugh and pawed weakly at the air until he managed to hook his fingers over the Blue Lantern’s wrist, sighing fondly, “Yeah, Gene, I love you too.”
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“Successfully scooping Webster again,” Johnny corrected hotly, shooting a glare at the Cowboy as he sauntered lazily into view, chewing on the half-smoked stub of a cigar with his thumb hooked through his belt loop. They stared each other down for a few long seconds, the Cowboy’s amusement obvious in the tilt of his grin and the cant of his hip despite the domino mask obscuring his eyes, until Johnny’s bowstrung temper snapped and he demanded, “You gonna untie me or what?”
“That depends,” the Cowboy drawled, strolling up to run his knuckles along the topmost length of rope coiled taut around Johnny’s torso. He grinned, sharp-edged and satisfied, at the way Johnny shivered, leaning in close to ask in that gravelly baritone, “You gonna let me take you to dinner if I do?”
"Babe" Heffron/Eugene Roe, Johnny Martin/"Bull" Randleman
Author's note: A couple of fills for a “Five Sentence Fic” meme I’m doing on Tumblr, requested by the delightful tomorrow-is-forever-all-ours, who wanted to see some superhero AUs. Not beta read because they’re five sentences long, y’all.
Title from Say Hi’s “Super,” which is a phenomenal indie pop jam if you’re into that kind of thing.
You can also read these on AO3. (And if y'all who don't have Tumblr would like to request one, just drop me a comment or a message with an AU scenario and a character or pairing you'd like to see. <3)
“Ow,” Babe moaned, heaving a wet, wracking cough that sent lancing waves of pain rippling out from his ribs. His ears were ringing and his mouth was flooded with the slick, dirty penny tang of fresh blood, head swimming so badly that it took him a moment of pained squinting to recognize the form hovering over him and wheeze dazedly, “Blue Lantern?”
“Don’t talk,” the Blue Lantern ordered in his sloping drawl while the ring on his finger glowed blue, bathing Babe’s body in warm, faintly tingling sapphire light. “Ought to know better by now, but no, you go flying into trouble wherever the Bat points you to—con commes tes pieds.”
Babe huffed a laugh and pawed weakly at the air until he managed to hook his fingers over the Blue Lantern’s wrist, sighing fondly, “Yeah, Gene, I love you too.”
..............................
“Successfully scooping Webster again,” Johnny corrected hotly, shooting a glare at the Cowboy as he sauntered lazily into view, chewing on the half-smoked stub of a cigar with his thumb hooked through his belt loop. They stared each other down for a few long seconds, the Cowboy’s amusement obvious in the tilt of his grin and the cant of his hip despite the domino mask obscuring his eyes, until Johnny’s bowstrung temper snapped and he demanded, “You gonna untie me or what?”
“That depends,” the Cowboy drawled, strolling up to run his knuckles along the topmost length of rope coiled taut around Johnny’s torso. He grinned, sharp-edged and satisfied, at the way Johnny shivered, leaning in close to ask in that gravelly baritone, “You gonna let me take you to dinner if I do?”