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schizoauthoressTitle: Sweet and Musical
Author: D.L.SchizoAuthoress
Rating: G
Spoilers: set during the Hero of Hawaii days
Warnings: baby clone being a jerk?, schmoop
Prompt/Fill: First sentence and pairing provided by beaschalantasyoulike on Tumblr.
Word Count: 530
Summary: Punishing the small injustices...
Word of the Day: remora, noun:
1. An obstacle, hindrance, or obstruction.
(Remora is derived from the Latin word remorārī meaning "to delay.")
Sweet and Musical
"Kid, I don't even know how you got there, much less how you're going to get out." Superboy said with a smirk, arms crossed and tapping one foot against the linoleum floor.
Alec Green growled again and kept trying to leverage himself up out of the large grey 'trash barrel' he seemed stuck in. No matter how he strained to lift himself from the mound of lunchtime debris collected within, he couldn't move. Not one inch. "You got superstrength. You could lift me out in a second."
"Well, yeah, I suppose that's true," Superboy mused, laying a finger against his cheek as though the fact had just occured to him. "But, I dunno. Seems to me you've got some heavy-duty chewing gum or something holding you in there, Alec. If I tried to lift you out, I might rip off an arm!"
"An' nobody wants that," Hilary Chang observed, miraculously keeping a straight face. Alec Green was a bully, and he'd been in the middle of 'canning' a freshman -- picking up the smaller boy and trying to dump him into the big garbage can -- when he'd 'mysteriously' ended up inside it instead. She might not be laughing, but quite a few of the other kids -- some Alec's yearmates, others his one-time victims -- weren't so quiet in their amusement.
"Look!" The word practically exploded from Alec's mouth. He snarled, "I don't care how you get me out of here, Superboy -- just get! Me! Out!"
Superboy grinned as the lunch bell rang. "I'd love to, but I gotta get to math class, man." He zipped off, hovering in the air to make sure he moved faster.
The moment both his feet left the ground, Superboy's TTK stopped holding Alec inside the garbage can, and the whole thing tipped over in a minor avalanche of disgusting.
****
"....And you should have seen the look on his face, babe!" Superboy laughed, leaning back to rest his head against Tana's knee. "So worth it."
Tana shook her head, unable to keep a small smile off her face. She really shouldn't encourage him, but... it was just a harmless prank that might teach a bully a lesson. "What about the boy he was picking on, Kid?"
"He seemed okay. I saw a couple kids talkin' with him after lunch, setting up a study group or somethin'..." Superboy closed his eyes, lowering his shades from atop his head to back over his eyes. It had been a remarkably quiet day on the superheroing front, and he'd managed to finish his homework with minimal nagging from Dubbilex. "I'll probably keep an eye out for Alec anyway, make sure he doesn't get any bright ideas about retaliation."
"Sounds like a plan," Tana replied, running a hand through Superboy's dark curls.
"Did I do good?" Superboy asked.
Tana laughed softly, "I suppose so..."
"Do I get a reward..?" Superboy asked in sing-song, with a little smirk.
"I thought," Tana tapped his nose lightly, and teased, "that Superman didn't do heroics for rewards. I wouldn't expect Superman-in-training to do such a thing either."
"That mean you won't kiss me?"
"I never said that!"
"Oh, good, becau-- mmm..."
Author: D.L.SchizoAuthoress
Rating: G
Spoilers: set during the Hero of Hawaii days
Warnings: baby clone being a jerk?, schmoop
Prompt/Fill: First sentence and pairing provided by beaschalantasyoulike on Tumblr.
Word Count: 530
Summary: Punishing the small injustices...
Word of the Day: remora, noun:
1. An obstacle, hindrance, or obstruction.
(Remora is derived from the Latin word remorārī meaning "to delay.")
Sweet and Musical
"Kid, I don't even know how you got there, much less how you're going to get out." Superboy said with a smirk, arms crossed and tapping one foot against the linoleum floor.
Alec Green growled again and kept trying to leverage himself up out of the large grey 'trash barrel' he seemed stuck in. No matter how he strained to lift himself from the mound of lunchtime debris collected within, he couldn't move. Not one inch. "You got superstrength. You could lift me out in a second."
"Well, yeah, I suppose that's true," Superboy mused, laying a finger against his cheek as though the fact had just occured to him. "But, I dunno. Seems to me you've got some heavy-duty chewing gum or something holding you in there, Alec. If I tried to lift you out, I might rip off an arm!"
"An' nobody wants that," Hilary Chang observed, miraculously keeping a straight face. Alec Green was a bully, and he'd been in the middle of 'canning' a freshman -- picking up the smaller boy and trying to dump him into the big garbage can -- when he'd 'mysteriously' ended up inside it instead. She might not be laughing, but quite a few of the other kids -- some Alec's yearmates, others his one-time victims -- weren't so quiet in their amusement.
"Look!" The word practically exploded from Alec's mouth. He snarled, "I don't care how you get me out of here, Superboy -- just get! Me! Out!"
Superboy grinned as the lunch bell rang. "I'd love to, but I gotta get to math class, man." He zipped off, hovering in the air to make sure he moved faster.
The moment both his feet left the ground, Superboy's TTK stopped holding Alec inside the garbage can, and the whole thing tipped over in a minor avalanche of disgusting.
****
"....And you should have seen the look on his face, babe!" Superboy laughed, leaning back to rest his head against Tana's knee. "So worth it."
Tana shook her head, unable to keep a small smile off her face. She really shouldn't encourage him, but... it was just a harmless prank that might teach a bully a lesson. "What about the boy he was picking on, Kid?"
"He seemed okay. I saw a couple kids talkin' with him after lunch, setting up a study group or somethin'..." Superboy closed his eyes, lowering his shades from atop his head to back over his eyes. It had been a remarkably quiet day on the superheroing front, and he'd managed to finish his homework with minimal nagging from Dubbilex. "I'll probably keep an eye out for Alec anyway, make sure he doesn't get any bright ideas about retaliation."
"Sounds like a plan," Tana replied, running a hand through Superboy's dark curls.
"Did I do good?" Superboy asked.
Tana laughed softly, "I suppose so..."
"Do I get a reward..?" Superboy asked in sing-song, with a little smirk.
"I thought," Tana tapped his nose lightly, and teased, "that Superman didn't do heroics for rewards. I wouldn't expect Superman-in-training to do such a thing either."
"That mean you won't kiss me?"
"I never said that!"
"Oh, good, becau-- mmm..."