Author's note: hey, people! This snapshot's a few hours early, because I'm taking a 5-hour competitive exam tomorrow (the second part, actually – got the other 5 hours down today) so I thought I might as well get it up early. Yeah.

I also wanted to thank you for the kind words about my granddad last month – really, folks, thanks. It may seem like just letters on the screen, but it meant a lot. He's a lot better now (to the doctors' bafflement, they barely gave him a couple of days then) and I'm really happy and … Well, babbling a little bit :o)

Disclaimer: I own my special two-part 10-hour-long-exam headache, and various plot bunnies that I just might put into written words, but I don't own DC Comics. (If I did, Owen Mercer wouldn't have done what is implied he did. Loved Blackest Night, but that part … just ugh.)

Snapshot Collection

23. Onomatopoeia

"So … You're saying that this is in reference to a cartoon?"

Hawkgirl stares at Diana in something like incredulous wonder. Then she sighs.

"Sometimes I forget you've only been here in – what d'you call it? Man's World? – for a couple months. But yeah. See, there's this coyote, and he's always trying to catch this super-fast bird with contraptions and death traps that never, ever work. And the bird –"

"The 'Roadrunner'?"

"– exactly – well, the bird usually just waits till the Coyote's gadgets turn on him so he can speed past him, go "Meep, meep", poke his tongue at him and zip off."

Diana pauses to think and smiles. "I definitely see a resemblance. But isn't it … a little … dangerous to try this sort of thing on Batman, of all people?"

Hawkgirl smirks. "He seems to think it's more fun that way. And until it gets him killed, I'd say I agree with him."

At a sudden gust of wind – a vague red blur – the ears of both women perk up in curiosity and somewhat resigned anticipation.

"Wait for it …" whispers Diana, smiling in spite of herself.

Of course, 'it' comes immediately.

"Meep, meep!"

Another gust of wind, the sound of a pencil broken in two in absolute rage, and a roar echoes throughout the entire Watchtower …

"FLASH!"

Diana catches Hawkgirl's eye and sees her own wide grin reflected on the Thanagarian woman's face.

"He's dead."

"Oh, yeah."

He is so dead :D

Seriously, since I wrote that line in Villains about the Flash and the Rogues having their own game of Wile E. Coyote and the Roadrunner the idea just kept … well, running through my mind and going "Meep, meep!" that infuriating way plotbunnies do :o) Plus Diana and Shayera seemed the right people to comment on that, so I got to write them being friendly – bonus.

As for Batman impersonating Wile E. Coyote … Heh. He'd pwn the Roadrunner in two seconds flat ;o)

Next up: It may not amount to much for Lex Luthor and his ilk, but tonight the Ultra-Humanite had everything: a perfect dinner with the most beautiful woman in the entire history of art.