Disclaimer: I'm sure we all know by now that I do not own any part of the DC universe. I've learned to accept that. Only Space Monkey belongs to me. (And if you don't know who that is, go on back and read "Come In.")
I hate sequels, and firmly refused to write this one for quite some time. However, BiteMeTechie requested it (loudly and often) and I had a lot of free time this morning and no better way to fill it. So here ya go! More and longer chapters soon.
And while we're here, let's all have a big round of applause for Checkerboards, who is, in fact, made of awesome. Without her, I wouldn't be able to post much of anything until I get my internet back in August. Due to technical difficulties on my end, I still can't post what I wanted to put up today, but those of you waiting for the next chapter of "Metropolitan Tomfoolery" should go ahead and tide yourselves over with Checkerboards' fics anyway, if you haven't read them already. I'm not just plugging her 'cause she gave me a spiffy gift! Her Riddler is one hundred and ten pounds of concentrated adorable! And that's something like seventy-five pounds shy of his canon weight, which somehow makes him even more adorable in my eyes.
Enough blathering. Read the fic and feel the love!
Ra Sho Mon Gu Niu
Me again! Fran. Space Monkey, if you must. Waitress to the crazies. The extremely dense young lady who did her hair like the Joker's and attracted all the wrong kinds of attention, once upon a time.
I'm still the same girl I was back then, I guess. Maybe a little less rebellious, a little more willing to lead a quiet background life. That's good, though. These past few years have been stress-free, or at least stroke-free, and I haven't had to be nice to any supervillains. Well, except the Mad Hatter. Whenever he's not in hiding, he spends a lot of time in the library.
Lucky me. I get my degree, and they put me in charge of the children's wing. Could be worse, though. That guy's not half as much trouble as some of the others.
And I really do like my job at the library. I meet a lot of interesting people. Most of them don't want to kill me.
No, that only happens around Chinese food. Apparently.
I wish I had thought of that ibefore/i the girls and I decided on lunch at Peking Buffet.
