Sparks Fly
A DC fanfiction by Andrew Joshua Talon
DISCLAIMER: This is a non-profit fan-based work of prose. Superman, Livewire, Batman and all other characters and worlds are the property of Warner Brothers and DC Comics. Please support the official release.
Leslie and Clark were relaxing at his-Well, more their-apartment. She laid back against the couch back, playing a video game. She looked over at her boyfriend with a frown. Clark looked really down, even as he worked on the crossword. Leslie blinked and cocked her head as she paused her game.
"What's up, Clark? You've been down all day," she asked. Clark sighed softly.
"Oh, it's just... A three month visitor."
Leslie blinked again.
"Is... This some kind of alien menstruation?" She asked, half jokingly. Clark sighed.
"I wish."
Leslie's eyes locked on something else, which added to her confusion.
"Also, why are you doing a crossword puzzle?"
POOF!
A little man with a huge head, wearing a purple suit appeared, floating in front of Clark. Leslie's jaw dropped in disbelief.
"HA! Well, well, well! Caught you with your electric girlfriend this time, huh?! You won't gonna trick me this time, Supa!"
Leslie tilted her head, not sure what to make of this new development.
"Ummm... Oookay? Clark, what's-?"
Mxyzptlk snapped his fingers and Leslie was turned into an anime figurine version of herself. A very lewd version, naturally. Though Clark didn't have any time to really appreciate it, as he sighed and looked at Mxyzptlk in exasperation.
"HAHAHAHA! So, does that make you mad, Superman? Huh? Huh?!" Mxyzptlk demanded, scooting up to get in Clark's face. Superman met his gaze evenly.
"Not really. All right, if we have to do this-"
"We do! We do!" Mxyzptlk insisted with a bright grin.
"Fine," Clark sighed, as he looked down at his crossword puzzle, "just let me finish this crossword. Say, what's a four lettered word for 'an article of Scottish clothing'?"
"'Kilt'," the fifth dimensional imp answered, "anyway, I've got big plans for today! First I'll start with-"
"Let's see," Clark went on, running his pen down the paper sheet, "three letters down, and in the sentence is used as "the blank of the iceberg."
Mxyzptlk gaped in disbelief.
"What, are you off your rocker or something?! It's 'tip' obviously! Anyway as I was saying! I'm gonna start here with yer top heavy lightbulb of a girlfriend and-!"
Clark waved his hand with an almost friendly smile.
"Hold on, hold on, what's a three letter word for a body of water?"
Mxyzptlk groaned, and facepalmed hard. He slid it down his face, and the features snapped back into place with a comical sound effect.
"It's 'sea'! Anyway as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted-"
Clark smiled and waved his pencil.
"One more. Just one more!"
Mxyzptlk glowered, steam jetting out of his ears. He grit his teeth, and stomped immaturely in mid-air.
"Hnnnngh! FINE!"
"A three letter word for an amount of money," Clark said.
"IT'S 'SUM' YOU DOPE!" Mxysptlk bellowed, "KILT! TIP! SEA! SUM-"
He popped out of existence, and Leslie returned to her regular form. Clark just smirked, and adjusted his glasses as she looked around in confusion.
"Too easy," Clark chuckled.
"Did... Something just happen, Clark?" Leslie asked. Clark beamed, and leaned back on the couch. He reached out and pulled Leslie into his lap.
"Nah."
"Ooh!" Leslie cried. "Are you sure? I mean, if you're enjoying the crossword puzzle-?"
Clark tossed it aside and embraced her tightly in his broad, muscular arms.
"Not really. Let's go have sex."
Leslie blinked, then beamed happily. She wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Works for me!"
Just a bit of New Year's fun. Hope you enjoyed!
