Title: Hi, My Name is Harvey being the Third part
Author: Brendan Storm
Rating: PG
Disclaimers: As usual the DC comics characters are owned and created by
another and I am getting nothing but pleasure from this, but the created
character and the idea are mine dang it, all mine
Warning: Yes I wrote my furry butt into the story. There are also lousy puns in it too.
Author's Notes: Thanks go out to the weirdo who nominated the first two parts in the DFA for 2001. You're weird and I like you. Also to Charlene and Tammy who helped me get outta my slump and finish this chapter. Movin on.
Previously on Hi! : Dick got whacked in the head so hard that he started seeing and conversing with a white rabbit furry (anthropomorphic animal) was tested by Doc Leslie who determined that Dick is seeing what shrinks call a "Harvey" after the movie with Jimmy Stewart. Babs decided that if this was mental, then the best person to look at him was J'onn J'onzz the Martian Manhunter. We now begin our tale.
The stack of Oreos was six high and the green Martian, J'onn J'onzz, carefully placed the seventh, meditating on the tranquility of the moment that was so rare in the Watchtower. He slipped an eighth in his mouth and savored the contrast between chocolate bitter cookie and sweet soft filling.
A monitor light flashed. Oracle, a recent addition to the JLA, although frequently invaluable and talented hero in her own right, was sending a message to him specifically. He added another Oreo to the tower and accepted the message. It read: J'onn your expertise and discretion is appreciated. The patient will be available in one minute. Oracle.
One minute later, on cue, the transport mechanism engaged and two unfamiliar faces appeared.
`J'onn, it's good to meet you finally,' the woman fairly shouted in her mind to him. People who'd never spoken telepathically tended to do that around him when they wanted him to hear them. The familiar feeling dawned on him finally.
"Oracle," he said out loud. "So good to see you on the moon. I could have come to you."
"I've always wanted to come in person and besides, you're on watch."
"Are we there yet?" The patient, Dick Grayson stepped off the platform.
"Yes hunk wonder, you can open your eyes." Barbara rolled out and over to the transporter monitors.
"Oh God, I really hated that."
"Oh Man that RULED!!!!" Dick groaned. It had followed him.
"J'onn, can you help him?" She sounded worried. Love rolled off her towards the young man with the bandaged head.
"I'll do whatever I." The Martian and the rabbit locked eyes. J'onn actually turned a paler shade of green and bolted from the room.
"What the.!?!" The three said together.
Two minutes later, a slightly shaken voice emitted from the console.
"Nightwing, I am aware of the condition you are engrossed in at this time. It is a delicate crisis you face, but the only person who can work through it is you. I'm sorry I could not be of more assistance, but I have come down with a. a migraine. Due to my telepathic nature, I would appreciate the solitude of the moon. Thanks for stopping in." The transporter lit up.
"Great, don't let the screen door hit ya on the way out. You know he's a lot more high strung since last time I met him." Brendan said.
"It's ok, Babs, I have ten minutes to get changed and be in the Titan's Tower for training anyway. Time waits for no man."
"Tempus Fugit." The rabbit corrected. Dick stared at him.
"Don't help."
"Ok, short pants, but you take it easy. You work too hard. I'll set the coordinates for you." Oracle expertly switched the coordinates to New York, then kissed Nightwing on the cheek before he stepped back into the machine.
"Energize! Heh I alway..." Mercifully the giant lapin was cut short by the dematerialization. Dick suddenly found himself in the control center at the Tower. He stepped out of the transporter as the rabbit suddenly continued. "s wanted to say that. You know that's actually punny in two ways?"
"You give Edward Nygma a bad name, rabbit," the cranky hero said.
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Roy Harper, the hero known as Arsenal to his adoring fans and daddy to his most important fan was having a tough time with his worst nemesis, his daughter.
"Honey, it's nap time, you need to lie down."
"Don't wanna."
"Come on princess, it's four thirty and time for your nap. Rose will be here when you get up and Uncle Nightwing will be here for supper."
"Don't WANNA!"
"Lian. Don't make me get Aunt Donna." That set off a keening cry from the little girl. Things had changed since the Joker incident between them. Roy was trying not to take it personally, but after the conversation with Kyle Rayner, who had also been affected, he knew something had to change between the two of them.
"Did you try the handcuffs?" Roy winced inwardly. To the rest of the Titans he was the loveable screw up for so long that he had done everything he could to be a good father for his daughter. Nightwing's off the cuff remark struck a nerve, but he shrugged it off.
"She got out of them in ten minutes. I can't believe he used to do that to you."
"Ten?" Dick laughed. "Took me an hour the first time, but I had to find a paperclip too."
"My kid's got great genes."
"Good lungs too," said Dick. "Hey, little one. How come you're not having a nap?"
"DON'T WANNA!!!! DON'T WANNA!!!! DON'T WANNA!!!"
"Oy,." The two men said and closed her bedroom door.
"Roy, walk with me. I need some advice."
"Hang on a sec, Robbie. I have to get a pen."
"Oh," Dick sighed, "everybody's a comedian. I need some help here."
"Sure, sure. What do you need? And what's up with your head, lose a fight with Robin?"
"Lost an argument with a handgun. Recoil popped it right up and that's kinda my problem."
"You know if you hold it at waist level like this," Roy held the pen with both hands tight to his stomach in center mass. "You have better control and perps can't grab it out of your hands."
"Thanks I'll remember that, but no the problem is that I'm having a slight side effect of the concussion. Hallucinations."
"Oh great, Robbie, rub in the addiction." Dick looked hurt and Roy smiled. "I'm kidding. You know if you need me for anything I'll be there for you. You're family."
"Thanks," said Dick. He ran his hand through his raven hair. Roy could hear the wheels grinding as if he was having a hard time getting his words out.
"Spit it out, man!"
"I'm not having the usual everyday hallucinations, you know, spots or Scarecrowesque death heads or anything. It's a rabbit." Roy's eyes widened. "It's a really tall rabbit wearing clothes and making wisecracks. It responds to me, and it is driving me crazy. I don't have time for this."
"Totem."
"Why I came to you. Kinda strange for a totem though. Camouflaged pants."
"Strange is rabbit, I always had you pegged as Bat's."
"That sounded possessive."
"It is. Usually when you see totems is on a vision quest, you know, from the Doors?"
"Thanks for dumbing it down for the paleface. Brave Bow." Dick ducked a playful punch as they entered the training area. Dick had his mask on, but the sweatpants and t-shirt were more suited to work outs than crime fighting.
"Anyway, it takes meditation, solitude, quiet, inner peace, and not eating for like two or three days in the hot sun. Lots of fun."
"Sounds like."
"But, at the end of it, your totem, the first animal that you see, comes over and talks to you. You learn its lesson, find wisdom."
"What did you see?"
"That'd be telling. Besides I was like twelve. I wanted to hear more about girls than animal wisdom," Roy replied. "Point is, you have to listen to it. It's there for a reason."
"To drive me nuts?"
"Or, make you lighten up," this time the redheaded archer ducked a punch. "What?"
"Yeah, yeah," Dick said as he warmed up, "Do they bring you beers?"
"Oh I like him. Keep him."
"You keep him. I'm just surprised he's not here now."
"No?"
"No, he went quiet when I stopped in at your room. With Lian."
"Who is not screaming." Roy's eyebrow went up. "Naah."
"Couldn't be." Dick agreed. They both started running for her room.
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Next issue: Lian meets a friend, and the long awaited Bruce vs. Brendan joke off. See ya in 30?
Author: Brendan Storm
Rating: PG
Disclaimers: As usual the DC comics characters are owned and created by
another and I am getting nothing but pleasure from this, but the created
character and the idea are mine dang it, all mine
Warning: Yes I wrote my furry butt into the story. There are also lousy puns in it too.
Author's Notes: Thanks go out to the weirdo who nominated the first two parts in the DFA for 2001. You're weird and I like you. Also to Charlene and Tammy who helped me get outta my slump and finish this chapter. Movin on.
Previously on Hi! : Dick got whacked in the head so hard that he started seeing and conversing with a white rabbit furry (anthropomorphic animal) was tested by Doc Leslie who determined that Dick is seeing what shrinks call a "Harvey" after the movie with Jimmy Stewart. Babs decided that if this was mental, then the best person to look at him was J'onn J'onzz the Martian Manhunter. We now begin our tale.
The stack of Oreos was six high and the green Martian, J'onn J'onzz, carefully placed the seventh, meditating on the tranquility of the moment that was so rare in the Watchtower. He slipped an eighth in his mouth and savored the contrast between chocolate bitter cookie and sweet soft filling.
A monitor light flashed. Oracle, a recent addition to the JLA, although frequently invaluable and talented hero in her own right, was sending a message to him specifically. He added another Oreo to the tower and accepted the message. It read: J'onn your expertise and discretion is appreciated. The patient will be available in one minute. Oracle.
One minute later, on cue, the transport mechanism engaged and two unfamiliar faces appeared.
`J'onn, it's good to meet you finally,' the woman fairly shouted in her mind to him. People who'd never spoken telepathically tended to do that around him when they wanted him to hear them. The familiar feeling dawned on him finally.
"Oracle," he said out loud. "So good to see you on the moon. I could have come to you."
"I've always wanted to come in person and besides, you're on watch."
"Are we there yet?" The patient, Dick Grayson stepped off the platform.
"Yes hunk wonder, you can open your eyes." Barbara rolled out and over to the transporter monitors.
"Oh God, I really hated that."
"Oh Man that RULED!!!!" Dick groaned. It had followed him.
"J'onn, can you help him?" She sounded worried. Love rolled off her towards the young man with the bandaged head.
"I'll do whatever I." The Martian and the rabbit locked eyes. J'onn actually turned a paler shade of green and bolted from the room.
"What the.!?!" The three said together.
Two minutes later, a slightly shaken voice emitted from the console.
"Nightwing, I am aware of the condition you are engrossed in at this time. It is a delicate crisis you face, but the only person who can work through it is you. I'm sorry I could not be of more assistance, but I have come down with a. a migraine. Due to my telepathic nature, I would appreciate the solitude of the moon. Thanks for stopping in." The transporter lit up.
"Great, don't let the screen door hit ya on the way out. You know he's a lot more high strung since last time I met him." Brendan said.
"It's ok, Babs, I have ten minutes to get changed and be in the Titan's Tower for training anyway. Time waits for no man."
"Tempus Fugit." The rabbit corrected. Dick stared at him.
"Don't help."
"Ok, short pants, but you take it easy. You work too hard. I'll set the coordinates for you." Oracle expertly switched the coordinates to New York, then kissed Nightwing on the cheek before he stepped back into the machine.
"Energize! Heh I alway..." Mercifully the giant lapin was cut short by the dematerialization. Dick suddenly found himself in the control center at the Tower. He stepped out of the transporter as the rabbit suddenly continued. "s wanted to say that. You know that's actually punny in two ways?"
"You give Edward Nygma a bad name, rabbit," the cranky hero said.
*** *** ***
Roy Harper, the hero known as Arsenal to his adoring fans and daddy to his most important fan was having a tough time with his worst nemesis, his daughter.
"Honey, it's nap time, you need to lie down."
"Don't wanna."
"Come on princess, it's four thirty and time for your nap. Rose will be here when you get up and Uncle Nightwing will be here for supper."
"Don't WANNA!"
"Lian. Don't make me get Aunt Donna." That set off a keening cry from the little girl. Things had changed since the Joker incident between them. Roy was trying not to take it personally, but after the conversation with Kyle Rayner, who had also been affected, he knew something had to change between the two of them.
"Did you try the handcuffs?" Roy winced inwardly. To the rest of the Titans he was the loveable screw up for so long that he had done everything he could to be a good father for his daughter. Nightwing's off the cuff remark struck a nerve, but he shrugged it off.
"She got out of them in ten minutes. I can't believe he used to do that to you."
"Ten?" Dick laughed. "Took me an hour the first time, but I had to find a paperclip too."
"My kid's got great genes."
"Good lungs too," said Dick. "Hey, little one. How come you're not having a nap?"
"DON'T WANNA!!!! DON'T WANNA!!!! DON'T WANNA!!!"
"Oy,." The two men said and closed her bedroom door.
"Roy, walk with me. I need some advice."
"Hang on a sec, Robbie. I have to get a pen."
"Oh," Dick sighed, "everybody's a comedian. I need some help here."
"Sure, sure. What do you need? And what's up with your head, lose a fight with Robin?"
"Lost an argument with a handgun. Recoil popped it right up and that's kinda my problem."
"You know if you hold it at waist level like this," Roy held the pen with both hands tight to his stomach in center mass. "You have better control and perps can't grab it out of your hands."
"Thanks I'll remember that, but no the problem is that I'm having a slight side effect of the concussion. Hallucinations."
"Oh great, Robbie, rub in the addiction." Dick looked hurt and Roy smiled. "I'm kidding. You know if you need me for anything I'll be there for you. You're family."
"Thanks," said Dick. He ran his hand through his raven hair. Roy could hear the wheels grinding as if he was having a hard time getting his words out.
"Spit it out, man!"
"I'm not having the usual everyday hallucinations, you know, spots or Scarecrowesque death heads or anything. It's a rabbit." Roy's eyes widened. "It's a really tall rabbit wearing clothes and making wisecracks. It responds to me, and it is driving me crazy. I don't have time for this."
"Totem."
"Why I came to you. Kinda strange for a totem though. Camouflaged pants."
"Strange is rabbit, I always had you pegged as Bat's."
"That sounded possessive."
"It is. Usually when you see totems is on a vision quest, you know, from the Doors?"
"Thanks for dumbing it down for the paleface. Brave Bow." Dick ducked a playful punch as they entered the training area. Dick had his mask on, but the sweatpants and t-shirt were more suited to work outs than crime fighting.
"Anyway, it takes meditation, solitude, quiet, inner peace, and not eating for like two or three days in the hot sun. Lots of fun."
"Sounds like."
"But, at the end of it, your totem, the first animal that you see, comes over and talks to you. You learn its lesson, find wisdom."
"What did you see?"
"That'd be telling. Besides I was like twelve. I wanted to hear more about girls than animal wisdom," Roy replied. "Point is, you have to listen to it. It's there for a reason."
"To drive me nuts?"
"Or, make you lighten up," this time the redheaded archer ducked a punch. "What?"
"Yeah, yeah," Dick said as he warmed up, "Do they bring you beers?"
"Oh I like him. Keep him."
"You keep him. I'm just surprised he's not here now."
"No?"
"No, he went quiet when I stopped in at your room. With Lian."
"Who is not screaming." Roy's eyebrow went up. "Naah."
"Couldn't be." Dick agreed. They both started running for her room.
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Next issue: Lian meets a friend, and the long awaited Bruce vs. Brendan joke off. See ya in 30?