Ahem. . . I do not own any DC Comics characters; they belong to whoever thought of them, blah blah blah, Whatever.
Okay, I just saw Underworld: Rise of the Lycans. It was AWESOME!!!!
Sorry, had to say it ^^;
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Jonathan squirmed when she said "we need to talk."
"Talk about what?" he asked.
"Um, just about something Jervis said. Listen, I think that--"
"You're seriously going to believe something the Mad Hatter told you? That man is insane."
"Yeah, but so are you; I believe you when you tell me something."
". . . . . . . that's not the point."
Becca sighed. "Look, I know he's kinda nuts, but I really do think he can be reasonably sane at times."
"You must not know him very well, then."
"I've lived with him for God knows how long; I think I know him pretty well." She paused, and then said "I know you pretty well, too. You're stubborn, hard headed, arrogant, cocky, and you think you're the smartest guy on the planet."
". . . . . ."
"Look, I know you just think I'm some stupid adolescent and that I don't really know anything, but I know enough to realize that he's right; you act weird around me; he says it's because you. . . . like me. Is-is he right?"
He kept quiet and lowered his gaze.
"Crane, if you don't answer me, I swear I am going to murder you with a Spork."
" . . . . . ."
"If it makes you feel any better, I do think you're kinda cute, in a really weird book-wormish way."
"Y-you do?" he stuttered.
"Yeah, it's just that I think you're really cute, and funny, and smart, and you must think I'm such an idiot right now, and I'm just gonna shut up now."
"Ms Thompson—Becca—you have got to be the stupidest, most stubborn and hot-headed person I've ever met. However you seem to have your moments. You can be gentle as a lamb one minute and then fierce as a tiger the next . . . . ."
Becca bit her lower lip and played with a loose strand of hair.
". . . . . And that's exactly why I find you so fascinating."
"You find me fascinating? What the hell does that even mean?"
Jonathan sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "It means I am going to kill Jervis."
Becca grinned. "So he was right!"
"Yes, and I am going to make sure his death is slow and painful."
"Aw, don't hurt poor Jervis, even if he does deserve it," she laughed. "Besides, we can always plot revenge later, but for right now . . ."
She stood on her knees, grabbed a fistful of his hair, yanked his head down so they were level with each other, and kissed him.
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"Ow, my neck! I think it's bruised! My neck is bruised! Oh God, something must have snapped inside! I'm going to bleed to death internally, or worse! My spine could be injured! Oh God, why did this happen to m—."
"Angie!" yelled Dick.
Angie stopped whining and looked at him pathetically. "What?!" she snapped.
"You're not dying, now shut up and help me with this gauze. I think your friend broke one of my ribs."
"Well, she almost suffocated me!"
"I think you'll live," he replied dryly. He laughed when she crossed her arms and pouted. "Um, this might be a bad time, but I gotta know . . . what's up with the kitten?"
A fluffy white kitten was sewn onto her pink spaghetti strap shirt. "Y-you don't think it's cute?"
"I never said that; I just wanted to know why you put a kitten on your costume. What are you calling yourself, the Pink Kitten? Seriously. By the way, you should make that thicker if you're going to be in New York at night."
Angie snorted. "Look who's talking, Mr. Spandex, and hey! What's wrong with having Pink Kitten as an alias, huh? You named yourself after a bird, so there!"
Dick clenched his jaw and continued to patch himself up. Angie looked at herself in a full-length mirror. Maybe her costume was a little thin . . .
"Do you know any good tailors?" she asked.
Dick nodded. "Yeah, I'll take you there tomorrow."
"Okay, thanks. I'm going to go sketch something out real fast. Thanks again for letting me stay at your house," she gushed. He nodded.
Angie skipped up the stairs and to the room she was staying in. She plopped down in a desk chair, picked up a pencil and notebook, and began sketching a new costume design.
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"See, now aren't you glad Jervis talked to me?"
". . . Maybe."
"Oh, you so totally are; you're glad and you know it."
"You can prove nothing."
Becca snorted. "Sure, keep telling yourself that. God, you're bony. You've gotta start eating more."
". . ."
"I've got a recipe for my Grandma's lasagna that I've been meaning to try. How does that sound?"
". . ."
"Fine, be that way, see if I care," she sniffed.
Jonathan smirked as Becca crossed her arms and burrowed herself further under the blankets until only her head was visible.
"Oh yes, that's real mature," he drawled.
"Shut up," she whined. "I'll be immature if I want, so there!" she stuck her tongue out at him.
His smirk grew wider as an idea began to form in his head. He copied her and stuck his tongue out. They continued for a good ten minutes before she wriggled her way back into a sitting position. That's when he struck. Quick as lightning, he caught her mouth with his just when her tongue darted out.
Becca squeaked and went rigid. Jonathan broke the kiss and grinned down at her. She was completely red as she glared at him.
"Jeez, warn me next time!" she gasped.
"Where's the fun it that?"
"You suck."
Jonathan laughed and she punched him in the arm. "Shut up and go to sleep," she mumbled.
A/N: This was a pain in the ass to write but I'm finally satisfied with how it came out. I'd like to thank highland girl 1592 for part of this chapter. The pink kitten part was her idea and it's just so . . . Angie. I just had to use it.