Texts From Gotham
A Word: All texts taken as is and unaltered from the TFLN database. Drabbles may or may not be loosely connected. Just assume they're not as pairings and what not will change to reflect the specific texts used as inspiration.
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(713): I don't know if your celebrity crush has ever asked you for nudes, but it's fucking awesome
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Cullen still has a demented grin plastered across his dazed face in the morning and keeps tripping over thin air. Harper snorts and kicks some shoes under one of the beds to save his face. "If you don't snap out of it you're going to get some really unattractive bruises."
"Best. Day. Ever!" Cullen insists and his grin only gets wider when his phone chimes. Harper yelps and ducks when he jumps for it.
"You're setting the bar really low there, bro," she says as his face pretty much crumbles when he realizes the sound is just the timer she set earlier when he was still fanboying. "Now, come on. Tone the smile down before people start thinking you got hit with Joker Venom, and I so don't want to see the school get thrown into lock down again this week."
"But, Harper, Tim-"
"Ah, ah! No!" Harper shakes her head slices her hands through the air emphatically. "Unless you're going to share your illicitly traded goods with me, I don't want to hear any details. It's cruel leaving me to use my imagination."
Cullen laughs and manages to step into some shoes and grab his stuff for school without further prodding on her part. "But Harper," he starts and his grin is -finally- down to acceptable levels as she locks the door behind them. "How am I going to figure out which Wayne to give to you when I'm firmly in with them?"
"A pretty one will do," Harper says as they start to trudge down the stairs. Listening to the morning sounds seep out from the building as people get up and move around. "I'm not too picky since you took the prettiest one for yourself."
"They're all pretty, Har-" the phone chimes again. This time it's the unmistakable sound of a text and Cullen makes a noise that Harper's ashamed to admit she heard. "He says good morning!"
Harper obligingly looks at the phone her brother is waving in her face and sighs. It's exactly what he says. Two words and nothing else. "Well," Harper prods when Cullen almost trips down the stairs because he's too busy staring at his phone with that demented grin again. "You going to say anything back?"
"Uh," Cullen looks up long enough to avoid a discarded newspaper. "I guess? Would that seem too eager though?"
"Too eager?" Harper nearly trips into a wall and curses as she regains her balance. "Cullen! You spent an hour in the bathroom last night taking nude photos to send him! How is saying good morning worse than that?"
"I dunno," Cullen slips the phone back into his pocket and shrugs at her. Not looking the least bit sheepish at all, and she's torn between being proud of him for it and wanting to question the world where her innocent little brother went. "Just seems like it would be, and I don't want to run him off until I at least get to go on an actual date with him."
"I thought you guys were dating," Harper stops to give her brother a suspicious look. "Isn't that what all that TV watching was? I thought it was the geek mating dance you two were doing."
"We were watching Sherlock!" Cullen sounds offended. Like he does every time she doesn't quiet understand some obscure reference he makes and has to explain it to her. "That's an experience, you can't just turn it into a date."
"Which is why I kept finding you sucking on his tongue every time," Harper rolls her eyes and just lets it go. She loves her brother, she really does, and she's happy for him but she will never fully understand him.
"That was a totally appropriate reaction for the episode!" Cullen says as he walks ahead of her. Quickly so she won't see how closely his face might match the red that's crawling up the back of his neck. "Benedict Cumberbatch was in a sheet!"
"Just text him," Harper follows slowly and lets him get his distance so he can do his little freak out in relative peace. She wonders if Tim is as weird as Cullen is too, and if she can use that to her advantage somehow.
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