A/N: A short drabble on the second Doctor's frustration at being called a clown. Set during "The Three Doctors", because I flove that episode. Enjoy and review.
A Dandy and a Clown
A clown? A clown?!
He rather thought that no-one had ever dared call him that, at least not within earshot.
Absently, he wondered if Zoe and Jamie had ever thought of him in that way. An entertainer, yes, a bumbling mastermind who gave exclamations such as "oh, my word!" often enough to play the idiot very well, yes, a manipulator who devised impossible schemes to get his way, of course…
But really, a clown?
Oh, phooey. He wasn't so dim that he didn't know how to outsmart the Daleks, or perhaps beat the Cybermen.
The sheer nerve of the old man… Oh, he could see it now.
He'd helped the world escape sure destruction many times, just as sure as he had polka dots on his chic clip-on bowtie.
A clown? Never.
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