Heh, another idea I had at work. Sometimes people get so caught up in doing an example they forget what it was all for. Plus wanted something started because of Cass. This is pre-DITF
Dick-15 Jason-12 Cass-10 Tim-8 Damian-2
Dollies
"Hey Cass! Check this out!" Dick came into the parlor where his one sister liked to read in peace, carrying a cardboard box and a grin. The girl raised an eyebrow at him over her copy of Artemis Fowl as he set the box on the ground between them. "Babs was going through her old toys and found these. She asked if you'd want them."
"What are they?" Cassandra sat up then leaned over the box to get a better look. Then blinked? "Dolls?"
"Barbies!" Her brother grinned as he lifted a Ken and Skipper doll onto either side of his face. "Girls play with them."
"Why?" She couldn't understand it. They were just plastic figurines with fake smiles and impossibly idealistic bodies in cheap imitations of current fashions.
"Because it's fun! Look." He took out a third figure, a Courtney doll. "We can pretend they're all going to school, or running a cookie shop, or saving the world! 'Oh Bobby! You have to help me! I broke my daddy's car!' 'Don't worry Suezy! I'll save you!' 'But you promised me you'd take me to the movies today Bobby!' 'I'm sorry Trisha. Maybe tomorrow?' 'You player! Hiya!'"
He made one of the girls kick Ken's groin, making the real girl raise an eyebrow again. Dick grinned up at her. "See? It's easy! And it's fun."
"Looks stupid," Cass stated flatly, still not seeing what was so interesting about these things.
"That's because circus boy can't come up with any kind of story outside of soap operas." Jason was grinning in the doorway, laughing inside at the idiocy before him. "That was a bad kick."
"You think you could do better?"
"Could, but why would I want to?" It really was a good question. "Dolls are for girls."
"And Cass is a girl." Dick waved the toys around, motioning to her. "This is something normal girls do. I'm teaching her how to play with them."
"Wonderful job." The rebel stepped up and took a Rapunzel doll, her hair taken out from its rubber bands and therefore a mess. "But first things first. Not everyone likes hearing about who's dating who. There were these girls in my building who used to play all the time and they were always making them superheroes. Like this one. 'I fight for LOVE! I fight for JUSTICE too! And in the name of the Moon, I will right wrongs and triumph over evil! And that means you!'"
"Is that supposed to be impressive?" The teenager glared at him for a moment. "Some cheap imitation of an old cartoon series?"
"Yeah. Watch her spin around pointlessly for five minutes." Jason hung onto the doll's hair and started twisting her around so it would spin around like a top after release.
"Come on! My idea was much better!"
"Hey, doesn't that one kinda look like Uncle Clark?" He pointed at another Ken doll in the box, this one having a spit curl.
"It does!" Dick pulled it out then found another one. "Hey! This one has purple eyes! Kinda looks like Lois."
"I bet if we shaved off that guy's head and put him in a white suit we'd have the perfect Luthor." Jason set aside the fake moon princess and took out one of the few Ken dolls with hair.
"We can't just shave Bab's old dolls' hair."
"How about dye it red?" He gave an impish grin. "I heard Lexie used to be a redhead."
"That one has red hair." Cass pointed to another Ken, one with plastic hair that had seen so much sun the brown had turned redish.
"Okay, then that's Lex." Dick took all three dolls and put them on the coffee table. He spotted another after a minute. "Hey! That looks a lot like Aunt Diana!"
"That one looks like Hal!"
"And that's Barry!"
"Or King Arthur. Look at that orange shirt."
"Blond hair and goatee, that has to be Ollie."
"Dang there's a lot of girls here. We need more girls in the League."
"That one could be Dinah."
"Half of them could be Dinah. Why are there so many blonds?"
"Easier to mass produce? Wish they had more redheads."
"Oh look! A black guy! That can be John."
"Or J'onn. When he's playing human."
"Can I play?" Tim popped his head in as they were deciding who was who in the crime fighting community.
"We're not playing," Dick stated quickly, giving him a grin. "We're showing Cass how to play with them so she can try it."
"It's a girl thing apparently." Jason waved him in and immediately he took out a Whitney doll, tossing it to him. "Who do you think this is?"
"A young demon princess." Both his brothers roared in laughter while their sister rolled her eyes. They really had a strong imaginative streak. "Can I have Black Canary instead?"
"Pick a blond." Tim quickly picked one wearing a jacket and made it some up to 'Ollie's' ear. "'Wanna hear a secret?' AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!"
"Oooo…. That's what he gets for playing the field!"
"'Don't worry Lois! I'll save you!' 'Bwahahahahahaha! No one can save you now!'" Dick was having fun with the crew from Metropolis.
"LAME!" Jason took the Wonder Woman and Barry/King Arthur dolls and set them around the forgotten non-named ones Dick took out earlier. "'We're being invaded! Quick! You take the left, I'll take the right.' 'Got it highness!'" He zoomed the blond through the 'invaders' while making sound effects. "'Got cha now!' 'Thank Hera! Wait, what about my Island?!' 'Don't worry about them princess. Amazons are really strong.' 'NO! We must save my people!' 'Can I get a few burgers first?'"
"'I think he's dead.'" Tim was having 'Ollie' on the ground with 'Dinah' hiding behind a stack of books. 'John/J'onn' was kneeling over the other man as if he were inspecting the body after a murder. "'Looks like an aneurism caused by high frequency vibrations.'"
"Dude," Jason looked over to the kid incredulously, "Aneurism? High frequency vibrations? Can't you ever make them die by stabbing or something?"
"Do you two have to make people die at all?" Dick sometimes worried about these two. Whenever they were bored on long trips or while waiting for some meeting to be over, they'd either come up with pranks or play mind games. Some involved taking down metas or security systems in their heads (their dad taught them this game at the dinner table) and others involved making crazy stories.
Popcorn stories were fun, but while Dick would make it go along and make it entertaining, both Jason and Timmy would make them turn for the worst. Tim did murder mysteries while Jason would make it a violent action tale. Cass would want to end it quickly and they all ended with 'and they all died, the end' when it was her turn. She really wasn't much for making stories, she preferred to just listen. Most of the time.
"You could just have them go to Bermuda."
"The Justice League doesn't go to Bermuda unless there's some kind of crisis," Jason reminded him.
"So…" Tim looked over all the dolls for a moment. "What kind of crisis should we have? Alien invasion?"
"No, Luthor has to be behind it all." The teenager looked up in thought. "Oh I got it! Some kind of biochemical warfare is being developed there and he kidnapped Lois Lane when she got too close."
"Does she always have to be the victim?" Jason demanded. "Cause seriously, it's getting redundant."
"There's Iris West-Allen too," Tim offered. "Or we could make Mr. Queen being held for ransom."
"Maybe Arrow got in too deep while investigating a case and tripped over a major Luthor plot," Dick proposed, "one where he uses Hal's power ring for something."
"And then he brainwashed half the League!"
"'RWAR! I'M EVIL!' 'Oh no! Not you too J'onn!'"
"'I'll get him back to normal with my Canary cry!'"
"'Up up and away!'"
"'Somebody! Catch Flash!' 'I can't let you stop me Kal. I have to save the world.' 'The world is safe. You're the danger here. Luthor will make everything better.'"
"Oh will he now?"
All three boys jerked around at Bruce's voice, blinking in surprise. He wasn't supposed to be back for at least another two hours. How long had he been standing there? There was a slight smirk on his face. Damian was toddling in, carrying his favorite toy with him the entire way. "And just how is he going to do that?"
"Dad!" "Bruce!" "Daddy?!" The surprise on the boys' faces was hard not to outright laugh at. Quickly Dick took the initiative. "Uuhhmmm…. We haven't figured that part out yet."
"Just what are you doing?" Bruce tried his hardest to not laugh.
"We're teaching Cassandra how to play with dolls," Jason stated quickly, remembering what Dick told him earlier.
"Uh huh. And just where is Cassandra?"
All three boys looked around for their sister before realizing she was gone. Most days she was rather interested in what they came up with. But she was in the middle of a good book when Dick appeared, and she still couldn't see the attraction of having Barbies. She left about a minute after Tim came in.
"Uuuhhhmmm…."
Now Bruce snickered as their faces turned red. They were so absorbed in their playing that they didn't realize she wasn't there anymore. "Do me a favor. Tell me before you try teaching her how to play 'dress up' or how to put on makeup. I want front row seats."
"HEY!" "Bruce!" Their objections were drowned out by the man's laughing as he walked away. But as Damian came to the coffee table and swung his Bat-Kitty into all the dolls, knocking them clear over, their objections became louder. "HEY! DAMIAN! WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!"
A/N: hehe Yeah I used to play with barbies. We made superhero stories that way. My older sisters imitated soap operas. I looked up a few model's names to make sure I got this right. Oh, King Arthur was Aquaman, before anyone asks.
Yes I watched sailor moon. It was my gateway drug to anime, manga, and comics in general. I was 8, and I still like Tux. They're doing a reboot of the anime, id you know? and I also read Artemis fowl. Have since it first came out. I happen to know Alfred also reads it. haven't read the last book yet but I'll get there, eventually.
just curious, does anyone know what time of the day is best for posting? Cause i posted this one story last weekend and usually i can get 10 review per-chapter on it no problem. I got 4. =/ timing? oh well. TTFN!