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schizoauthoressTitle: When It Snows...
Author: D.L. SchizoAuthoress
Rating: G
Spoilers: none
Warnings: none but nonsensical cuteness
Prompt: itwasawarning on Tumblr asked for Bart/Jason fanthings.
Word Count: 450
When it snows, you have two choices: shovel, or make snow angels.
It’s really no surprise what Bart’s chosen to do, despite Jason’s warnings that snow in Gotham hides some nasty stuff.
“Just because it’s covered up doesn’t mean it ain’t there,” Jason grumbles from behind his slightly tattered green tartan scarf. He dumps another shovelful of snow into the street, clearing another section of sidewalk. There’s old people living in this neighborhood, and snowy steps and sidewalks can trap them in their homes for days on end.
“You’re no fun,” Bart teases, waving his arms to make the angel-wings. He’s red-cheeked and giggling. Jason really doesn’t see the appeal. But he still protests,
“I’m plenty of fun. It’s the snow that’s no fun.”
“But it’s pretty! And the air’s all crisp and bright when it snows, and we can go inside when it gets too cold and have hot chocolate!”
“Going inside for hot chocolate,” Jason says sagely, “is anti-snow. If that is fun, then snow is not fun.”
Bart sits up, so suddenly that Jason is afraid he got cut by a broken beer bottle or something. But he’s just scowling dramatically and pointing at Jason for emphasis. “Bah! Your twenty-first century logic is inferior to my future logic. Bow to my futureness. Snow is fun!”
Jason snorts. Bart’s smile turns sly, and he tugs on his knitted cap to cover the tops of his ears again.
“Tim doesn’t think snow is fun either…”
Jason frowns at that. “I’m not Tim.”
“You’re thinking like him! You have Timthink! Timthink in your Timbrain!” Bart teases. If he was going to say anything more, apparently that’s just too bad. Because Jason thinks he needs a shovelful of snow flung at his face.
Bart sputters slush and hurriedly scoops up a snowball to fling at Jason. “Oh, it’s on now!” He darts for Jason, tackling them both into the nearest pile of snow. Jason’s shovel goes flying — Jason spares a moment to hope it doesn’t hit anyone’s car — and he can’t help a shout of surprise as they go down.
He still tries to stuff some snow down the front of Bart’s shirt, making the speedster shriek and squirm.
“Agh! Snow-related evil! Stop using snow for your nefarious purp— mfff!”
…and make sure that Bart has better things to do with his mouth than babble about snow. Not that kissing outside in this kind of weather is a good idea, but it gets Bart off-balance enough to drag him inside where it’s warm.
Author: D.L. SchizoAuthoress
Rating: G
Spoilers: none
Warnings: none but nonsensical cuteness
Prompt: itwasawarning on Tumblr asked for Bart/Jason fanthings.
Word Count: 450
When it snows, you have two choices: shovel, or make snow angels.
It’s really no surprise what Bart’s chosen to do, despite Jason’s warnings that snow in Gotham hides some nasty stuff.
“Just because it’s covered up doesn’t mean it ain’t there,” Jason grumbles from behind his slightly tattered green tartan scarf. He dumps another shovelful of snow into the street, clearing another section of sidewalk. There’s old people living in this neighborhood, and snowy steps and sidewalks can trap them in their homes for days on end.
“You’re no fun,” Bart teases, waving his arms to make the angel-wings. He’s red-cheeked and giggling. Jason really doesn’t see the appeal. But he still protests,
“I’m plenty of fun. It’s the snow that’s no fun.”
“But it’s pretty! And the air’s all crisp and bright when it snows, and we can go inside when it gets too cold and have hot chocolate!”
“Going inside for hot chocolate,” Jason says sagely, “is anti-snow. If that is fun, then snow is not fun.”
Bart sits up, so suddenly that Jason is afraid he got cut by a broken beer bottle or something. But he’s just scowling dramatically and pointing at Jason for emphasis. “Bah! Your twenty-first century logic is inferior to my future logic. Bow to my futureness. Snow is fun!”
Jason snorts. Bart’s smile turns sly, and he tugs on his knitted cap to cover the tops of his ears again.
“Tim doesn’t think snow is fun either…”
Jason frowns at that. “I’m not Tim.”
“You’re thinking like him! You have Timthink! Timthink in your Timbrain!” Bart teases. If he was going to say anything more, apparently that’s just too bad. Because Jason thinks he needs a shovelful of snow flung at his face.
Bart sputters slush and hurriedly scoops up a snowball to fling at Jason. “Oh, it’s on now!” He darts for Jason, tackling them both into the nearest pile of snow. Jason’s shovel goes flying — Jason spares a moment to hope it doesn’t hit anyone’s car — and he can’t help a shout of surprise as they go down.
He still tries to stuff some snow down the front of Bart’s shirt, making the speedster shriek and squirm.
“Agh! Snow-related evil! Stop using snow for your nefarious purp— mfff!”
…and make sure that Bart has better things to do with his mouth than babble about snow. Not that kissing outside in this kind of weather is a good idea, but it gets Bart off-balance enough to drag him inside where it’s warm.