teenagery things

[bossymarmalade]

Mia groaned and flopped onto her back on her bed. She was sooo bored. So bored. There was nothing to do. They were leaving for Vacation soon so no one was really doing anything. Maybe it didn’t help that it was almost past midnight. Usually at that time she’d be out fighting the good fight or something. But she still had broken ribs. Ollie was still hurt. So Connor made sure neither of them went out to fight any sort of fight. It sucked.

She sighed wistfully and picked up her phone that was laying beside her scrolling through her contacts to see who she could bother. Of course Gar would be the best pick right now because he was always fun to bother. And he cooped himself up in his apartment writing, how boring was that.

Might as well liven things up. So she sent him a text.


TEXT: What are you wearing?

( brenda and dylan or dawson and joey? )

happy trails

[bossymarmalade]

He was glad she was able to see him; it had been a few days since they’d talked, everyone in the League was still decompressing, healing, licking their wounds, taking whatever steps they needed to to recover from the emotional impact of what had collectively happened to them. Some, Guy thought grimly, would take longer than others.

The conflict with the Eden Corps and the League of Assassins hadn’t finished inflicting its pain, though; there would be at least one more casualty as a result, before he left this place. The door opened to him, and they exchanged smiles.

“Hello, Dinah.”

“Guy,” Dinah said, her smile slightly tired. It’d been a long couple of days—the amount of everything that had come and gone was so daunting that she was pretty sure she’d only taken in a small portion of it, along with the endgame. Everything had turned out okay in the big picture.

But that was the big picture. Everything else, it seemed, showed cracks, from hairline fractures to full-on shards.

“Come in, do you want a beer?” she asked. Her injuries, while better, probably wouldn’t be best suited for alcohol, and she did have some bottles just sitting around. “Coffee or something?”

She tried not to think about the last time he’d been here, considering it hadn’t been…ideal.

“Water’d be great, actually,” he replied, closing the door behind him and shutting out the heat of Star City’s early-evening. He looked around, the place hadn’t changed much since he’d last seen it, when he and Kyle had come to arrest Jason. “How are you feeling? Your shoulder still sore?”

He and Kyle had spent as much time as they could during the crisis using their power rings to accelerate the healing on her worst injuries: a nasty concussion from being pistol-whipped, and a through-and-through bullet wound to her shoulder. What concerned him more, though, was what his ring couldn’t heal: her emotional trauma.

“It stings a little,” Dinah said, wryly. Hell, it stung a lot—the Lanterns were getting pretty good at the healing thing, but they couldn’t completely regenerate nerve damage after a delay like that. She went back in through the house, going into the kitchen to get him some water from the filter. It disconcerted her, a little, Guy turning down the offer of a beer.

It almost made her think something was up, but then again, right now everything seemed to be that way. She couldn’t even seem to figure out her own brain right now; initially she had thought it was the concussion, but despite being told there was no lasting damage, the feeling of discontent had lingered. Maybe Guy was feeling it too.

( one for the road )

put the wayne in wayne manor

[bossymarmalade]

Damian Wayne sits in a large chair at the designated point of meeting, arms lain over the rests and feet hanging halfway to the floor, but looking quite imperious otherwise.

Kyle texts Zatanna and asks if she’d like to keep him company while getting Damian to visit Oracle. “For moral support?” he adds at the end of his text.

Zatanna feels her phone buzz on the way home, it’s Kyle who she texts back saying she’ll be there without question

After a brief moment of thought, Kyle sends a text to Dick, mentioning this. He can’t help himself. Dick needed to know that Damian was determined to assume the mantle of the Bat, all by himself.

Steph shows up at Babs’s apartment a little late, and finds Damian, Babs, and Kyle have been waiting on her. “Sorry, zeta tube traffic and all that,” she jokes lamely.

Dick sends a TEXT: He’s still gunning for the Bat? Alright. Let me know how it goes. Thanks, Kyle.

Kyle sends a Ring Tx to Dick: Yep. Okay. I…..okay. Take care of yourself.

Damian Wayne: I am taking the mantle of Batman. This is not up for discussion.

( tectonic shift )

nightlight flashlight

[bossymarmalade]

Kyle showed up on Wally’s balcony because screw the front door; and also he was already kind of annoyed that Guy got to look after Dick in the art capital of the world, Hal got to guard his family…and Kyle got Wally West.

Dios, he loved the guy….and was constantly irritated by him at the same time. And the feeling was mutual. But Wally was his dear friend, and Kyle did feel bad that he’d so far been pretty damn neglectful. Time to remedy that.

He tapped on the sliding door, then slid it open.

“Wallyyyy?” He called out. “I brought ice cream and beer and…” Kyle shook the bag of food like one would a sack of cat treats. “A bunch of other dinner specials from Warriors.”

“I’m right here,” Wally said. One arm appeared over the back of the couch, waving lazily before slapping back onto his side. He really didn’t want to be bothered right now, especially after
Dick had tried to be all cutesy with the sexy stuff or whatthehellever. Sitting up, he stretched, tossing the remote onto the coffee table before he got up and turned to look at the lantern.

“I’m not under house arrest, am I?’ he asked, eyeing the bag. “Cuz that would both suck and really cramp my style. Some of us still have jobs to do.” Yeah he was mad, and a bit sullen, and it showed in the lack of light in his normally bright expression.

( fast friends )

storm watch/to titan and back

[bossymarmalade]

When Hal informed Kyle that he’d be able to meet up, Kyle sent a ring transmission back almost immediately -

—-Ring Tx: Actually, can I meet you in Star City? Can we meet somewhere else? Not here. Maybe we can go to the Watchtower, if Casa de Flecha is still full house? Lemme know.

Hal had been waiting for that response, and it honestly concerned him a little. Nevertheless, he gave the matter a little thought. They needed to talk, so privacy was going to be key. That eliminated both of their homes. The Watchtower wasn’t much better, all things considered. A lot of people were always coming and going, so it was far less than ideal. Humming to himself, he thought…and then chuckled a bit. Of course. They were Green Lanterns. They could cheat.

—-Ring Txt: You know, there’s a really interesting storm on Saturn that I haven’t been able to go see yet. Charge up and I’ll meet you in orbit there in a few hours. Sound good?

Saturn. Kyle read the message a few times.

——Ring Tx: Sounds good. I’ll be waiting (since I’ll get there first). ;)

( guacamole in space )

les lumières de paris

[bossymarmalade]

“Kind of bizarre, the way there are no tall buildings anywhere near the Eiffel Tower,” Guy remarked, hovering next to Nightwing, who was snapping pictures and grinning like a fool. “Ya liking the view, though?”

Dick laughed and smacked his forehead. “You’re telling me! I got stranded up here one time. Not my best or brightest moment, I can tell you that!”

He turned, making sure to get as many pictures of as much as he could. The lights were just beginning to come up as the final orange rays of sunlight faded over the horizon. There was definitely a reason it was called the City of Light. Dick bounced slightly from foot to foot in his excitement, a precarious thing to do from his position, his mind said. He snapped a few photos of the ground, very thankful that he wasn’t afraid of heights.

“I bet this is like nothing to you, is it? I mean, seeing all kinds of space things… but, man, this is it!”

( s'wonderful )

kiss

[bossymarmalade]

“We should do this more often!” Mia said as she practically skipped across the parking lot, her flouncey little dress bouncing and swaying with her movements.

“What? You spending all my money on tiny entrees that hardly count as food?”

Mia spun around to face Oliver with a grin on her face. “I mean hanging out. This is the first time we’ve ever actually like… done anything together. Outside of the house. I was almost feeling like you didn’t want to be seen with me.”

There was a teasing tone in her voice and something in the spark of her eyes that made Oliver raise an eyebrow as he stopped in front of her. “Who wouldn’t want to be seen with you?” He suddenly realized how close she was leaning into him, when had he moved that close to her? Or had she been the one who moved in close?

“Right?” Her tone was light as she lifted her heels up raising onto her tipey toes her hand grasping the front of his coat to tug him down.

Mia’s lips were only able to ghost over his before Oliver pulled away with an almost shocked look on his face. There was a long pause and he tried to think of something to say, like… How them kissing was a giant No, how this wasn’t to happen again, or something. “You should get in the car.” Was all he was able to get out though.

Mia let go of Ollie and made a noise in the back of her throat like a sigh and shrugged. “Ok.” She said brazenly and spun around quickly bouncing the rest of the way to the car like nothing out of the ordinary had just happened.