Flash Fiction (Take 20 - Part 2)
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dracoqueen22a/n: The next batch is up!
For rionarch
Prompt: Batman and Wonder Woman, “Shaken,” Shiny Toy Guns
Fandom: Justice League, mentions the movie Crisis on Two Earths. Warnings: hints of het flirting. Also, Author tries a new style.
For ancientlybroken
Prompt: “Pieces” Red, Batman/Superman
Fandom: Justice League. Warnings: angst, implied het, implied one-sided slash
For mistress_pirate
Prompt: “Inside Out,” Britney Spears, Yoruichi/Soifon, Soifon/Tatsuki
Fandom: Bleach. Warnings for implied yuri, implied infidelity, some light yuri groping
a/n: Four more to come and they'll probably be posted bright and early tomorrow morning. I hope you enjoyed!
For rionarch
Prompt: Batman and Wonder Woman, “Shaken,” Shiny Toy Guns
Fandom: Justice League, mentions the movie Crisis on Two Earths. Warnings: hints of het flirting. Also, Author tries a new style.
“I want to thank you for doing this, Bruce. J'onn tried but he's so busy.”
“I am probably the only one who can do it properly anyway. This design is not unlike that of the Batplane's in fact.”
“Which makes sense if you consider that Owlman is not so different from you.”
“Very different.”
“Yes, of course. Is there any way that I can help?”
“Do I ever need help?”
“Quite frequently, yes. Do you ask for it? No. Honestly, Bruce, you could learn a lesson in teamwork.”
“So says the woman who is quick to rush off and solve problems on her own. A certain occasion with Faust ring any bells?”
“That was the one time.”
“And yet my point has been made. How did you break this anyway?”
“Long story. I'm sure you wouldn't be interested.”
“If I wasn't interested, I wouldn't have asked. Could you hand me that wrench?”
“What happened to not needing help?”
“...”
“Very well. Here's your wrench.”
“What are you-- Diana. Sitting there is not helping me fix this any faster.”
“You don't need help, remember? I have to thank you somehow.”
“By perching upon me? Don't touch the belt! It's--”
“Oh.”
“Yes. Boobytrapped. And yes, it's necessary. Criminals aren't exactly honorable and-- Diana? Why are you looking at me like that? I told you not to touch it.”
“I am probably the only one who can do it properly anyway. This design is not unlike that of the Batplane's in fact.”
“Which makes sense if you consider that Owlman is not so different from you.”
“Very different.”
“Yes, of course. Is there any way that I can help?”
“Do I ever need help?”
“Quite frequently, yes. Do you ask for it? No. Honestly, Bruce, you could learn a lesson in teamwork.”
“So says the woman who is quick to rush off and solve problems on her own. A certain occasion with Faust ring any bells?”
“That was the one time.”
“And yet my point has been made. How did you break this anyway?”
“Long story. I'm sure you wouldn't be interested.”
“If I wasn't interested, I wouldn't have asked. Could you hand me that wrench?”
“What happened to not needing help?”
“...”
“Very well. Here's your wrench.”
“What are you-- Diana. Sitting there is not helping me fix this any faster.”
“You don't need help, remember? I have to thank you somehow.”
“By perching upon me? Don't touch the belt! It's--”
“Oh.”
“Yes. Boobytrapped. And yes, it's necessary. Criminals aren't exactly honorable and-- Diana? Why are you looking at me like that? I told you not to touch it.”
For ancientlybroken
Prompt: “Pieces” Red, Batman/Superman
Fandom: Justice League. Warnings: angst, implied het, implied one-sided slash
He's the last to hear the news. Him. Batman. The one who knows anything and everything, is the last person to hear of this little very important detail. And he hears it from Wally of all people, who's moping around the Watchtower as though it's his own heart that's been broken.
Batman lets the knowledge percolate for a moment, wondering what he should do. A dark, cruel part of him is secretly elated, because this is a chance. Another part of him, carefully hidden, wants nothing more than to rush out and provide comfort. Hah. Imagine him, Batman, terror of the night, offering comfort.
He's Superman's friend though, isn't he? That's what he should be doing. Being there. Being a friend. A listening ear. Someone to break the self-inflicted solitude that no one else dares break. They are all too busy respecting Superman's wish to be alone to realize that being alone is the last thing someone like Clark Kent or Superman ever needs. Boy Scouts don't flourish well in solitude.
Before he entirely agrees to do anything, Batman finds himself hopping into a Javelin and jetting down to Earth. He is one of the few people who can find Superman right now. He knows where Clark is: hiding in the Fortress of Solitude, surrounding himself with memories of a past he doesn't know, of a family he never met, and a planet he'll never see. Drowning himself in sorrow and loneliness, like it'll help. Only, all it's going to do is pour salt on the wound, rub it in, and make things worse.
Batman should know.
He arrives at the Fortress of Solitude and is surprised to find that Superman hasn't locked out any visitors despite his claim of wanting to be left alone. Batman doesn't have to spend hours searching the many rooms, corridors, and whatnot. He has a decent idea of where Superman has holed himself. And he's right.
He finds Clark in the Archive, sitting at the huge terminal and watching several screens. To no surprise, most of them depict Lois Lane, his soon to be ex-wife.
“You don't have to feel sorry for me,” Clark says, the moment Bruce stands in the entryway, no doubt having heard his arrival. “I knew it was coming.”
“Who said I felt sorry for you?” Bruce replies, moving to stand next to Clark. “Perhaps I just wanted to be here.”
Clark swivels in his chair, looking at Bruce with eyes filled of emotion, too much for Bruce to readily identify. “I'm glad you came,” he says quietly.
Bruce returns his gaze. “Of course I did.”
Batman lets the knowledge percolate for a moment, wondering what he should do. A dark, cruel part of him is secretly elated, because this is a chance. Another part of him, carefully hidden, wants nothing more than to rush out and provide comfort. Hah. Imagine him, Batman, terror of the night, offering comfort.
He's Superman's friend though, isn't he? That's what he should be doing. Being there. Being a friend. A listening ear. Someone to break the self-inflicted solitude that no one else dares break. They are all too busy respecting Superman's wish to be alone to realize that being alone is the last thing someone like Clark Kent or Superman ever needs. Boy Scouts don't flourish well in solitude.
Before he entirely agrees to do anything, Batman finds himself hopping into a Javelin and jetting down to Earth. He is one of the few people who can find Superman right now. He knows where Clark is: hiding in the Fortress of Solitude, surrounding himself with memories of a past he doesn't know, of a family he never met, and a planet he'll never see. Drowning himself in sorrow and loneliness, like it'll help. Only, all it's going to do is pour salt on the wound, rub it in, and make things worse.
Batman should know.
He arrives at the Fortress of Solitude and is surprised to find that Superman hasn't locked out any visitors despite his claim of wanting to be left alone. Batman doesn't have to spend hours searching the many rooms, corridors, and whatnot. He has a decent idea of where Superman has holed himself. And he's right.
He finds Clark in the Archive, sitting at the huge terminal and watching several screens. To no surprise, most of them depict Lois Lane, his soon to be ex-wife.
“You don't have to feel sorry for me,” Clark says, the moment Bruce stands in the entryway, no doubt having heard his arrival. “I knew it was coming.”
“Who said I felt sorry for you?” Bruce replies, moving to stand next to Clark. “Perhaps I just wanted to be here.”
Clark swivels in his chair, looking at Bruce with eyes filled of emotion, too much for Bruce to readily identify. “I'm glad you came,” he says quietly.
Bruce returns his gaze. “Of course I did.”
For mistress_pirate
Prompt: “Inside Out,” Britney Spears, Yoruichi/Soifon, Soifon/Tatsuki
Fandom: Bleach. Warnings for implied yuri, implied infidelity, some light yuri groping
“Once more. For old time's sake.”
Soifon shudders, her body heating, the lips traveling from her ear to her sensitive throat making her tremble. She aches, her hands fisted at her side. Her every dream come true and she's still trying to escape. Yoruichi-sama's touch, all she ever wanted, but things must come to an end.
There's someone else. Soifon's said as much.
Yoruichi-sama smirks at her, gold eyes dark with certainty, with lust. Her hands knowledgeable and sure as they stroke Soifon's side, as she presses closer for a kiss. She smells sweet, like sin, and Soifon's knees tremble. She knows all the places that make Soifon whimper, that make her pant and beg for more.
Words dance on Soifon's tongue, refusal crowding at the back of her throat. She's being tugged in two different directions. Part of her yearning for Yoruich-sama's touch, eager to give in, ready to kiss back, to surrender to the woman she's always admired. The other part of her feels guilty, wanting to run out the door, escape while she still can. Flee to another woman, one with bright eyes and a confident smile.
“You can't mean it.”
Oh, but she does. There will always be a part of her that wants nothing more than to stay here, sitting at Yoruichi-sama's feet, serving her until the end of days.
Soifon's grown up now. She's moved on. Tatsuki is waiting for her. Tatsuki is her future. Yoruichi-sama is the past. If only Soifon could make herself lift her hands.
She has to...
“No,” Soifon manages, her hands lifting, landing on Yoruichi-sama's shoulders. There's the faintest push, but enough for Yoruichi-sama to look at her, startled, gold eyes wide with disbelief.
Like she hasn't seen this coming, though Soifon's never been enough for her. Just a plaything, a devoted servant.
“No?”
“Not even one last time,” Soifon says, with only a fraction of her usual bluster. “I'm done. We're over. Through. No more.”
Yoruichi-sama blinks and Soifon takes that opportunity to put distance between them. She looks at her former captain, her former master, her former lover, and she walks out the door. She doesn't look back.
Soifon shudders, her body heating, the lips traveling from her ear to her sensitive throat making her tremble. She aches, her hands fisted at her side. Her every dream come true and she's still trying to escape. Yoruichi-sama's touch, all she ever wanted, but things must come to an end.
There's someone else. Soifon's said as much.
Yoruichi-sama smirks at her, gold eyes dark with certainty, with lust. Her hands knowledgeable and sure as they stroke Soifon's side, as she presses closer for a kiss. She smells sweet, like sin, and Soifon's knees tremble. She knows all the places that make Soifon whimper, that make her pant and beg for more.
Words dance on Soifon's tongue, refusal crowding at the back of her throat. She's being tugged in two different directions. Part of her yearning for Yoruich-sama's touch, eager to give in, ready to kiss back, to surrender to the woman she's always admired. The other part of her feels guilty, wanting to run out the door, escape while she still can. Flee to another woman, one with bright eyes and a confident smile.
“You can't mean it.”
Oh, but she does. There will always be a part of her that wants nothing more than to stay here, sitting at Yoruichi-sama's feet, serving her until the end of days.
Soifon's grown up now. She's moved on. Tatsuki is waiting for her. Tatsuki is her future. Yoruichi-sama is the past. If only Soifon could make herself lift her hands.
She has to...
“No,” Soifon manages, her hands lifting, landing on Yoruichi-sama's shoulders. There's the faintest push, but enough for Yoruichi-sama to look at her, startled, gold eyes wide with disbelief.
Like she hasn't seen this coming, though Soifon's never been enough for her. Just a plaything, a devoted servant.
“No?”
“Not even one last time,” Soifon says, with only a fraction of her usual bluster. “I'm done. We're over. Through. No more.”
Yoruichi-sama blinks and Soifon takes that opportunity to put distance between them. She looks at her former captain, her former master, her former lover, and she walks out the door. She doesn't look back.
a/n: Four more to come and they'll probably be posted bright and early tomorrow morning. I hope you enjoyed!
