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browngirlTitle: Roses in Snow
Characters: Superboy and a female OC. Hey, wait!
Rating: G, really.
Word Count: 200
Disclaimer: As ever, a brief benign avocational fiction.
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tigerbright
So far, she's the best thing about Boston. The way she calmly said, "Thank you, Superboy," turned her from another rescued office worker into someone he wanted to talk to; her red hair and green suit remind him a little of Poison Ivy (or Knockout), but her eyes are Bat-blue and she's, well, not evil.
Snowflakes drift down around them, kissing their cheeks with cold. "What's your favorite thing?" he asks, because girls love to be asked that. This one's a little more than a girl, and she looks at him knowingly, but answers, "real roses, summer roses, the kind that smell as good as they look."
"Wait right here," he says, and she nods. It takes him a little longer than it would take Bart, but super-senses count for something, his nose leading him to orange-red roses the same color as her hair. And hey, when he gets back she's still waiting for him, and she smiles when she sees him.
Of course, that's when Robin comes looking for him because the team's ready to go, but as he leaves she waves to him, snowflakes floating down all around her, onto her hair and the rose in her hand.
Characters: Superboy and a female OC. Hey, wait!
Rating: G, really.
Word Count: 200
Disclaimer: As ever, a brief benign avocational fiction.
Written for:
tigerbrightSo far, she's the best thing about Boston. The way she calmly said, "Thank you, Superboy," turned her from another rescued office worker into someone he wanted to talk to; her red hair and green suit remind him a little of Poison Ivy (or Knockout), but her eyes are Bat-blue and she's, well, not evil.
Snowflakes drift down around them, kissing their cheeks with cold. "What's your favorite thing?" he asks, because girls love to be asked that. This one's a little more than a girl, and she looks at him knowingly, but answers, "real roses, summer roses, the kind that smell as good as they look."
"Wait right here," he says, and she nods. It takes him a little longer than it would take Bart, but super-senses count for something, his nose leading him to orange-red roses the same color as her hair. And hey, when he gets back she's still waiting for him, and she smiles when she sees him.
Of course, that's when Robin comes looking for him because the team's ready to go, but as he leaves she waves to him, snowflakes floating down all around her, onto her hair and the rose in her hand.
