This was too--seriously? She gets a night off to see a show and Poison Ivy ends up gate-crashing?
Steph's swearing to herself as she sneaks backstage to get into costume and get her gear working (Barbara made her promise never to take Ivy on without backup, but she doesn't have any, so she'll at least wear her comm). The equipment closet is just as comfortable as the name implies, and seriously, she hates her life.
Barbara mutters something about "Not as much as I hate mine" when Steph says that part out loud, but Steph ignores her. She may have had to interrupt her date to help Steph out, but at least she's not hip-deep in--slime?
"Since when do you deal in slime?" she yells, managing to pull herself out by getting on the drum riser and then vaulting off to hit Ivy where she's dangling from the rafters (apparently she brought her own vines).
"Since forever," Ivy says, voice low and laughing. "It's plant-based. And I thought I'd test it out on the band, just because."
Steph glances down. Sure enough, there are musicians trapped in the slime that's oozing everywhere. Her fucking life, ladies and gentlemen.
It's hard to fight while hanging from a vine (there's a lot of hair-pulling), and it's even harder to avoid Ivy's many ways of making you very agreeable indeed, but Steph eventually manages to slam them into a wall and then she sighs in relief because Barbara mutters something about Ivy-proof back-up, which, thank god for aliens, really.
Supergirl swoops in and carries Ivy off so beautifully, Steph doesn't even mind getting left with the clean-up. Especially not once she gets to the bassist and he's not staring wistfully off into space after Supergirl and Ivy.
No, he's cleaning his glasses and tilting his head at her. "So," he says. And pauses.
Steph keeps working on getting him loose while she waits.
"I don't suppose you do coffee, do you?" he says, a tiny smile on his lips.
"...I could," she hears herself saying, and distantly she hears Barbara sigh. Heavily. Steph prudently turns her comm off, though she has no illusions that Babs isn't watching through other means. (And she hopes she gets an eyeful OR an earful when Mikey kisses her under a lamp post. Steph supposes her life isn't always all that bad.)
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I think I'm missing the reference in your prompt, BUT.
Date: 2011-04-07 09:08 pm (UTC)Steph's swearing to herself as she sneaks backstage to get into costume and get her gear working (Barbara made her promise never to take Ivy on without backup, but she doesn't have any, so she'll at least wear her comm). The equipment closet is just as comfortable as the name implies, and seriously, she hates her life.
Barbara mutters something about "Not as much as I hate mine" when Steph says that part out loud, but Steph ignores her. She may have had to interrupt her date to help Steph out, but at least she's not hip-deep in--slime?
"Since when do you deal in slime?" she yells, managing to pull herself out by getting on the drum riser and then vaulting off to hit Ivy where she's dangling from the rafters (apparently she brought her own vines).
"Since forever," Ivy says, voice low and laughing. "It's plant-based. And I thought I'd test it out on the band, just because."
Steph glances down. Sure enough, there are musicians trapped in the slime that's oozing everywhere. Her fucking life, ladies and gentlemen.
It's hard to fight while hanging from a vine (there's a lot of hair-pulling), and it's even harder to avoid Ivy's many ways of making you very agreeable indeed, but Steph eventually manages to slam them into a wall and then she sighs in relief because Barbara mutters something about Ivy-proof back-up, which, thank god for aliens, really.
Supergirl swoops in and carries Ivy off so beautifully, Steph doesn't even mind getting left with the clean-up. Especially not once she gets to the bassist and he's not staring wistfully off into space after Supergirl and Ivy.
No, he's cleaning his glasses and tilting his head at her. "So," he says. And pauses.
Steph keeps working on getting him loose while she waits.
"I don't suppose you do coffee, do you?" he says, a tiny smile on his lips.
"...I could," she hears herself saying, and distantly she hears Barbara sigh. Heavily. Steph prudently turns her comm off, though she has no illusions that Babs isn't watching through other means. (And she hopes she gets an eyeful OR an earful when Mikey kisses her under a lamp post. Steph supposes her life isn't always all that bad.)