|Drabbles and Babbles
Author: OnlyANorthernSong PM
Short chapters, long chapters, pointless chapters, non-pointless chapters. Unrelated to one another. Some are bad, some are less bad. Read it if you dare. ie, I have no idea how to summarize it. Skip to Chap. Ten for Longer Chapters. Some are really longRated: Fiction K - English - Wally W./Flash & Bruce W./Batman - Chapters: 68 - Words: 19,760 - Reviews: 186 - Favs: 48 - Follows: 34 - Updated: 05-25-10 - Published: 02-25-09 - id: 4885621
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After a few hundred years, here you go. Some major problems with the Computer, and probably won't be able to upload much more for a while.
Enjoy it while it lasts...and sorry you couldn't get something better for the wait.
I don't own JL, or any of the movies referenced to.
Superman walked into the room, and raised an eyebrow.
"I love you." Flash murmured.
"Ditto." John replied.
"You can be my wingman any time." Flash told him earnestly.
"You talkin' to me? Well, I'm the only one here." John replied with a smile.
"You're not too smart, are you? I like that in a man." Flash laughed.
"I'm all man. I even fought in WWII. Of course, I was wearing women's undergarments under my uniform." John replied proudly.
"When I first saw you, I thought you were handsome. Then, of course, you spoke." Flash answered, smirking.
"Inconceivable!" John replied.
"You keep using that word." Flash muttered. "I do not think it means what you think it means." Clark raised an eyebrow.
"Hey, guys." Flash smiled, and turned.
"Would you be shocked if I put on something more comfortable?" Clark raised an eyebrow.
"Um...no? Will I regret this?" Flash grinned, his eyes twinkling mischievously behind his mask.
"I'll be back." With that, he sped away. Clark turned to John.
"What are you guys talking about?" John grinned.
"Forget about it!" He practically shouted, in some weird accent. Maybe New Jersey? Clark didn't know.
"I don't understand-" Clark mumbled.
"What we've got here is failure to communicate." John told him firmly.
"I'm sorry, but-"
"Love means never having to say you're sorry," Said Wally, now in his civilian clothes.
"Isn't that from some movie?" Clark asked, squinting as he tried to remember.
"Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn." John told him seriously.
"Huh. Well...do you guys want to go and grab some lunch? I'm sure you're hungry, Wally..." He added, smirking at the speedster.
"As God is my witness, I'll never be hungry again." Clark raised an eyebrow.
"Really? Am I in some parallel universe, or something? What the heck is going on?"
"Bet." Clark swung around, shocked to see the lurking form of a brooding bat. Bruce frowned. "It's been going on for four hours. Wally claimed that he knew movies better than John. John refuted the claim. Wally suggested a competition to see who could use quotes to hold up a conversation."
"And they've lasted this long?" Clark asked in wonder.
"They had no lives when they were younger." Bruce replied.
"Surely you can't be serious!" Wally gasped.
"Wait, what was that from?" Clark wondered, furrowing his brows.
"Oh, no, it wasn't the airplanes. It was Beauty killed the Beast." Wally recited, putting an emphasis on airplanes.
"Airplanes?" Clark echoed.
"Airplane." Bruce explained, without looking away from the monitors. "It's a movie."
"I feel the need—the need for speed!" Wally shouted, before running in circles. The wind blew Clark's cape over his head. He turned to Bruce.
"So...do you want to go to lunch?"
"Sure." Bruce replied, uncharacteristically eager. He stood. "If there's an emergency, stop the game. Hell, stop the game anyway." He crept up to Wally's face, and hissed, "Got it?"
"Mrs. Robinson, you're trying to seduce me... Aren't you?"
So many more quotes could have been used...and yet...they weren't. It hurts the soul to think of it.