9.30.2010
Sep 30
“He doesn’t do cameras or public adoration, and the only time he enjoys the lime light is when it’s used project a giant bat in the sky.”
Sep 30
Batman stood straight up and crossed his arms over his chest. He was not as large as he would one day become and Nightwing wondered if he would continue to grow in bulk. A small voice echoed in his head, with an Austrian accent. I will crush you girlie-man.
9.29.2010
Sep 29
“Some of the things he wanted were boards that are used to control very small voltage variances in complex power generators. It’s not a normal item we stock but we can get it.”
“English, please,” Jonathan said, pulling off his cap and wiping his brow. He never was very good at technical jargon.
“Suppose you have a generator that you need to put out a certain voltage and that voltage cannot vary within a certain tolerance to your components…”
“Try dumbing it down a bit,” Jonathan said.
Crandall got a smart tone. “Suppose I’m building a time machine…”
“English, please,” Jonathan said, pulling off his cap and wiping his brow. He never was very good at technical jargon.
“Suppose you have a generator that you need to put out a certain voltage and that voltage cannot vary within a certain tolerance to your components…”
“Try dumbing it down a bit,” Jonathan said.
Crandall got a smart tone. “Suppose I’m building a time machine…”
Sep 29
“Enter at will, Valence. But be warned— I’m grading some spectacularly awful papers and am in a foul mood.”
“Ah. A change from your usual sunny disposition how, exactly?”
“Ah. A change from your usual sunny disposition how, exactly?”
9.28.2010
Sep 28
“You’re not fond of him?”
“I want to stomp on him, Valence. I am restrained from doing so, of course, and must make up for it by being as nasty as I can be within my legal rights— which generally means I can take House points and give detentions. Poor comfort, indeed.”
“I want to stomp on him, Valence. I am restrained from doing so, of course, and must make up for it by being as nasty as I can be within my legal rights— which generally means I can take House points and give detentions. Poor comfort, indeed.”
Sep 28
“No attempt at seduction and you feel like tea. I should alert the Watchtower that the fabric of reality is unravelling again.”
“Do that. And be sure to tell them you made a joke, too, because on the scale of ‘cosmic portents’ that ranks right up there with locusts, boiling seas of blood, and fire falling from the skies.”
“Do that. And be sure to tell them you made a joke, too, because on the scale of ‘cosmic portents’ that ranks right up there with locusts, boiling seas of blood, and fire falling from the skies.”
9.27.2010
Sep 27
“We make grown-up toys,” Bruce complained. “We don’t make kid toys. I think we should make kid toys.”
“We’ll talk about it later, Bruce,” Lucius suggested, knowing the wealthy executive would either forget about the idea by the next day or have an intricately devised plan that would increase Wayne profits by a ludicrous amount.
“We’ll talk about it later, Bruce,” Lucius suggested, knowing the wealthy executive would either forget about the idea by the next day or have an intricately devised plan that would increase Wayne profits by a ludicrous amount.
Sep 27
“Sift the flour,” Tim read. “Sift it? Through what?”
“I’ve got some screening in the Batcave,” Bruce mentioned thoughtfully.
“Yo, you’ve put nasty stuff through that,” Dick objected. “Use something else.”
“What’s the difference?” Tim asked. “I mean, it’s already all powdery and stuff.”
“Maybe it’s already sifted,” Bruce theorized.
“Yeah!” Tim nodded, enthusiastically. “Leave it to Alfred to have already sifted all the flour.”
Bruce nodded in agreement. “Alfred always thinks ahead.”
“I’ve got some screening in the Batcave,” Bruce mentioned thoughtfully.
“Yo, you’ve put nasty stuff through that,” Dick objected. “Use something else.”
“What’s the difference?” Tim asked. “I mean, it’s already all powdery and stuff.”
“Maybe it’s already sifted,” Bruce theorized.
“Yeah!” Tim nodded, enthusiastically. “Leave it to Alfred to have already sifted all the flour.”
Bruce nodded in agreement. “Alfred always thinks ahead.”
9.26.2010
Sep 26
“Give him the day off.”
“I try that every year. And he leaves breakfast before he leaves, stops back twelve times because he’s ‘forgotten’ to do something, like dust the picture frames, and is back in time to make dinner.”
“I try that every year. And he leaves breakfast before he leaves, stops back twelve times because he’s ‘forgotten’ to do something, like dust the picture frames, and is back in time to make dinner.”
Sep 26
“But I don’t understand! What are you rescuing me from?”
“Perhaps you hear the gunfire in the distance?”
“Perhaps you hear the gunfire in the distance?”
9.25.2010
Sep 25
He started to say something, but the doors of the ballroom slammed open. Half dozen men with really large guns burst in. Dick and Bruce produced identical sighs.
“We should look surprised,” Dick muttered.
“We should,” Bruce agreed. “If this didn’t happen every time we threw a party.”
“We should look surprised,” Dick muttered.
“We should,” Bruce agreed. “If this didn’t happen every time we threw a party.”
Sep 25
Alfred neatly applied the flat of his silver tray to the back of the nearest masked head. Underestimate the old man indeed.
9.24.2010
Sep 24
“It’s cloudberry and sage tea,” he informed her.
She studied the tea closer. “That’s awfully brave of you,” she said.
“Don’t know about that. I just wanted something classy, so I went for the one containing things I hadn’t heard of.”
She snorted at that and blew carefully into the cup, so as to cool its contents. Then she put her lips to the brim and sipped.
“How was it?” he asked. She stared at him, with an “Honestly, Ron” look on her face.
“You mean you’ve never tried it yourself?”
“You kidding? As if I’d ever taste anything out of a bag labelled ‘Cloudberry and sage’. They sound like the main ingredients of some evil sleeping draught.”
She studied the tea closer. “That’s awfully brave of you,” she said.
“Don’t know about that. I just wanted something classy, so I went for the one containing things I hadn’t heard of.”
She snorted at that and blew carefully into the cup, so as to cool its contents. Then she put her lips to the brim and sipped.
“How was it?” he asked. She stared at him, with an “Honestly, Ron” look on her face.
“You mean you’ve never tried it yourself?”
“You kidding? As if I’d ever taste anything out of a bag labelled ‘Cloudberry and sage’. They sound like the main ingredients of some evil sleeping draught.”
Sep 24
It seemed months of inner torment were finally over and he felt like leaping up and doing a spontaneous jig. Again, thank heavens he wasn’t allowed to leave the bed, because that would have looked ruddy stupid.
9.23.2010
Sep 23
She raised her hand and moved it to rest on Ron’s ankle. All neural activity in his body immediately turned its attention to this. He hardly dared to breathe. A disturbance of any kind could cause her to remove her hand, and breathing – as innocent as it may seem – was definitely a disturbance. Besides, who needed oxygen, really? As long as that hand remained on his ankle, he’d be leading a perfectly happy life. Air-deprived and short, yes. But happy.
Sep 23
She’s carrying five books, a few of which are so big that they make her look even smaller. Ron suspects that he wouldn’t read any of those even if he was locked up for life in Azkaban and needed something to keep his mind off having his soul slowly sucked out.
9.22.2010
Sep 22
“Okay, so here’s the plan.” She paused to get ready to explain. “I don’t have one.”
“You don’t have a plan?”
Lois shrugged. “I was hoping it’d come to me on our way over, but nada.”
“And you’re telling me this now?”
“You don’t have a plan?”
Lois shrugged. “I was hoping it’d come to me on our way over, but nada.”
“And you’re telling me this now?”
Sep 22
“It wouldn’t be so bad if she’d stop telling me that I was going to die every other day. I think she must stay up nights coming up with new and creative ways to kill me.”
9.21.2010
Sep 21
“What’re you not telling me?”
“If I could tell you what I’m not telling you, then I wouldn’t have to not tell you.”
“If I could tell you what I’m not telling you, then I wouldn’t have to not tell you.”
9.20.2010
Sep 20
“Do you miss him?”
“Being away from my husband is like a root canal with a rusty screwdriver.”
Clark blinked. “That was...vivid.”
“Being away from my husband is like a root canal with a rusty screwdriver.”
Clark blinked. “That was...vivid.”
Sep 20
“Time travel isn’t an exact science. Actually, it’s not a science at all - more like supernatural crap shoot. High risk with Vegas odds you’ll end up in the Jurassic Era with your limbs reversed. It’s a gamble most aren’t willing to make.”
9.19.2010
Sep 19
We’re not going to talk about what it was like, or the way I was quite sure I would die because one’s heart cannot possibly beat that fast without a rather inconvenient death side effect, or the way it was far more vivid than that last unfortunate kissing incident because this time I was not drunk out of my mind. We are not going to talk about how my lips still feel incredibly strange and tingly even though it’s been a good few hours since and we are not going to talk about how the world has sort of been moving in bizarre slow motion since.
Sep 19
“It was my pleasure. I haven’t had a conversation that reminiscent of combat in quite sometime.”
9.18.2010
Sep 18
“Do you plan to continue with this inane chattering for the entire day? You clearly don’t require my input for these discourses; could you possibly try imagining them and saving me a headache?”
“You could always answer. Then it would be a conversation.”
“You could always answer. Then it would be a conversation.”
Sep 18
“Nice try, Moony. You aren’t getting out of this one until you admit that I was right.”
“Not on your life.”
“The term is ‘not on my life’ isn’t it, Moony?”
“You think that it was a slip of the tongue? I would never gamble my own life.”
“Not on your life.”
“The term is ‘not on my life’ isn’t it, Moony?”
“You think that it was a slip of the tongue? I would never gamble my own life.”
9.17.2010
Sep 17
I have the reflexes of a cat and the instincts of a ninja. That piñata’s around here somewhere. I know it.
9.16.2010
Sep 16
"S.E.C... Oh! Lucius I don’t fool around with the secretaries anymore. Not after what happened the last time....U.S. Securities and what?"
9.15.2010
Sep 15
“It has come to my attention that there has been a difference of opinion which has resulted in mounting tensions and the Slamming Of Doors.” The last three words were enunciated very clearly through clenched teeth.
Sep 15
“How I’d love to kill you,” I muttered darkly, figuring any actual response I attempted to craft would just be used against me anyway.
9.14.2010
Sep 14
“The penguin population in the Sea World in Florida is so out of control that they have to cull their penguins once a year and have a cook-off. Says they invite chefs from all over the world to invent new recipes. The winning recipe was a penguin filet braised in white wine.”
Bruce smirked. “I hear it tastes like chicken.”
“Barbaric!” Alfred shuddered visibly. “Everyone knows that penguins go with red wine.”
Bruce smirked. “I hear it tastes like chicken.”
“Barbaric!” Alfred shuddered visibly. “Everyone knows that penguins go with red wine.”
9.13.2010
Sep 13
“Would you consider your childhood, um, abusive?”
“Sure,” Dick answered absently, “you made me eat turnips. And liver, blech!”
“Sure,” Dick answered absently, “you made me eat turnips. And liver, blech!”
Sep 13
“Hey, I can be Batman. I mean, he’s got stuff. I can get stuff. And, he stays out late at night. I can do that. And, and he’s, um, dark and kind of scary. I can do scary.”
9.12.2010
Sep 12
"He was too busy being mad to pay much attention to me, so I slipped away when he started repeating himself."
9.11.2010
Sep 11
Jim had painkillers for his leg, and Tylenol for lesser aches. She’d refused them all, but took him up eagerly on hot cocoa, into which she’d crammed an ungodly number of marshmallows.
Sep 11
She giggled something about romance novels and masts and I decided I liked my brain well enough without having to scour it with steel wool so I tuned her out.
9.10.2010
Sep 10
“Like I needed protecting or something.”
“Well, sometimes it’s nice to be protected,” Bart said in what he thought was his most hopeful voice. “Like a girl doesn’t need you to hold a door, but they like it a lot when you do.”
“Well, sometimes it’s nice to be protected,” Bart said in what he thought was his most hopeful voice. “Like a girl doesn’t need you to hold a door, but they like it a lot when you do.”
Sep 10
“He doesn’t even know what the denominations of money are. He goes by the colours! How can he possibly have hotels on all his properties?”
“Because I don’t spend all my money on girly magazines.”
“It’s Monopoly! You can’t buy girly magazines!”
“Because I don’t spend all my money on girly magazines.”
“It’s Monopoly! You can’t buy girly magazines!”
9.09.2010
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9.06.2010
Sep 6
“No, things have been running quite smoothly since Cobra Commander fired that last technician two months ago.”
“He only fired him? That doesn’t sound like Cobra Commander.”
“Let me rephrase that. Cobra Commander fired him into an active volcano using a nuclear fusion cannon.”
“He only fired him? That doesn’t sound like Cobra Commander.”
“Let me rephrase that. Cobra Commander fired him into an active volcano using a nuclear fusion cannon.”
Sep 6
/He can read my mind!/
“Well, yes, and I must say, it’s a ripping good read... it puts me in mind of a magnificent melange of Machiavelli and Melville. I just popped into your head for a moment to find out how you were faring.”
“Well, yes, and I must say, it’s a ripping good read... it puts me in mind of a magnificent melange of Machiavelli and Melville. I just popped into your head for a moment to find out how you were faring.”
9.05.2010
Sep 5
“You have bones broken in places I’ve never even heard of…Although that could simply be because I spent most of that anatomy class planning to assassinate my father.”
9.04.2010
Sep 4
/Can you hear me?/
“Yes!” he blurted, heedless of the fact that he was now yelling at seagulls. “Yes, I can hear you. Where are you?”
“Yes!” he blurted, heedless of the fact that he was now yelling at seagulls. “Yes, I can hear you. Where are you?”
Sep 4
“Let’s see. You don’t address him directly. You avoid eye contact. You jump like a frightened kitten at the mere thought of being alone with him. You watch him through the window when he’s outside working and sigh mournfully. You’re not eating. And you’re now staring at me like I have a direct line to your soul.”r
9.03.2010
Sep 3
His Useless Mental Trivia folder deserved a pat on the back. Or, at the very least, a new name.
Sep 3
“Shave it off. It doesn’t suit you.”
“Oh, and you think your opinion matters to me, do you?”
“No, but I definitely think the fact that people are going to think a rat crawled onto your face and died there makes a difference to you.”
“If I get rid of the moustache, you get rid of the hair.”
“What, you have some weird preference to bald women?”
“Maybe. I could compromise, though. Leave the actual hair; just get rid of the dye.”
“Oh, and you think your opinion matters to me, do you?”
“No, but I definitely think the fact that people are going to think a rat crawled onto your face and died there makes a difference to you.”
“If I get rid of the moustache, you get rid of the hair.”
“What, you have some weird preference to bald women?”
“Maybe. I could compromise, though. Leave the actual hair; just get rid of the dye.”
9.02.2010
Sep 2
She immediately hit the backspace bar until she was back at the part of her sentence that did not reek of complete insanity.s
9.01.2010
Sep 1
He was hoping he’d imagined that squeak. His voice had been baritone, authoritative, demanding. Yeah, right, he’d squeaked. Hopefully she hadn’t noticed. He raised an eyebrow at her - an authoritative one. Superheroes demanded respect and dignity. He commanded his mind not to wander to the bright red briefs he was wearing outside his... tights. Oh, God. What’d he been thinking?
Sep 1
“Aren’t you just supposed to know which colour wire to clip or something?”
“And when a psychotic criminal changes the colours of the wires..."
“Good point.”
“And when a psychotic criminal changes the colours of the wires..."
“Good point.”
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