prompts! because writing about friendship is always fun

[harborshore]

So I'm making soup, and that made me think about writing. (Shut up.) I haven't felt like working on any of my longer fics for a while (for those of you keeping track, the current priority order goes: 1. Brian getting hypothermia, 2. the Theatre Production, 3. Ray/Mikey college AU of awkward pining, 4. Big Bang sequel), but now I want to write short things. Tiny bits of warmth for the fall, if you will.

So here's what I want: give me a fandom or a crossover--bandom, BTVS, Veronica Mars, DCU, others if you feel like giving me a REALLY wacky crossover (hint: I love it), a pairing or character, and a prompt quote or picture. I want the prompt to have something to do with fall, friendship, or warmth, or all three. So if someone feels like linking to a soup recipe, that's totally okay.

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[mahoni.livejournal.com]

Bandom/DCU crossover, Bob/Batman (...okay, or Bob & Batman, I'm not picky :P). Prompt. Or if that's not very prompty (even though it is quite tasty), my icon is the prompt.

(Also, 'Batman' could = Batman, or could = Bruce Wayne.)

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

♥, you, and that first prompt works just fine. (I reposted because I wanted to change an adjective.)


"Bruce. Bruce." Bob's been trying to get his attention for a while now, but Bruce hasn't moved from where he's staring intently at the oven. Grinning to himself, Bob walks closer and touches his shoulder.

"Hey," he says. "What's this?"

Bruce finally looks up at him. Not surprised, no (Bob doubts he could ever be sneaky enough that Bruce wouldn't notice, even when he's out of the suit), but bemused, like he's not sure why Bob's talking to him.

"What?"

Bob looks at him. "What are you doing?" he elaborates, pointing at the stove and the counter, where it looks like Bruce has been slicing pumpkins. The pumpkins that are now in the oven.

"Oh, that. Well, I'm making soup." And Bruce goes back to looking intently at the oven.

Biting his lip, Bob tries valiantly not to laugh. He sort of feels like he's talking to both Batman and Bruce at once, in a way--serious and focused but unmistakeably cheerful. "You know they have timers, these modern ovens."

Bruce makes a disdainful noise. "The recipe said about an hour, which is really very imprecise. I mean, ovens are different. It might be done after forty-five minutes, even."

Bob nods. "I see," he says, as seriously as he can make it. "I guess we'd better stay in here, then." And with that he crowds Bruce against the counter next to the stove, knowing Bruce is letting him, but it's still nice, this, leaning in and biting at his jaw.

Laughing, Bruce tilts his head and Bob makes use of the access he's been granted.

"If you make me burn my pumpkins, I'll take it out of your hide," Bruce breathes against his ear, and Bob smiles. The kitchen is warm, he's got Gotham's Black Knight up against the wall, and nothing hurts right now, nothing.

[turlough]

*giggles* That was adorable!

[mahoni.livejournal.com]

Oh geez, I totally thought I had responded to this! I'm glad I came back for a reread.

I LOVE it! I love that Bruce is intense and serious about roasting pumpkins, and that he makes mental notes about a person's presence without necessarily feeling the need to pay attention to them -- even when that person is someone he cares about. <3 That is so Bruce Wayne.

I love, too, how Bob clearly loves that about him. It seems like to Bob it's not a bad thing, it's just a Bruce thing. And that Bob is not only not bothered, but has no qualms at interrupting Bruce's very serious activities and making Bruce pay attention to him.

Totally adorable. And I loved the backstory you mentioned! So much fun imagining the whole lead-up to this.

Thank you!