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beforeyoucanblink“Make way,” Bart was saying. “Christmas carolers coming through.”
Kyle aimed a shove at him. “Ass.”
“Hey, I started the hero thing first. Any resemblance we’ve got now to a Christmas decoration is totally your fault.”
Eleven P.M. on a Friday night in a shady alleyway that should’ve been like a magnet for muggings was surprisingly slow and boring. Entertainment had to be found some way. “I’m part of a long-standing tradition of intergalactic police corps. I think I have the legitimate claim on first choice of colors. And we’re not going with a Christmas theme on this partnership.”
"You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch."
Ice crackled along the ground towards them, unnoticed.
“I swear on my Oath, if you call me that one more time, you’re getting permanently renamed Cindy L-“
Someone cleared her throat. It was impressively done, at the same time quiet and unassuming, yet commanding attention. It might’ve had something to do with the giant ice stalagmite that had suddenly crackled into existence between the two heroes.
“If you gentlemen,” the woman said, brightly, “are quite done fighting, then I believe you’ll find you’ve come to quite the wrong place.”
By this time, the ground was entirely coated with a thick layer of ice. Possibly, Bart thought glumly, they should’ve been paying more attention. Quite. “You have a plan for this, right, O Wise Man?”
“It goes like this,” Kyle replied. “Shut up and stay put so I don’t have to peel your cartoonishly flattened ass off a wall somewhere.”
“Good plan.”
“You’re really the city’s heroes?” the Ice Bitch interrupted. “Quite pathetic.”
“I swear,” Bart said, “my brain’s going to come shooting out my ears if you keep saying ‘quite’.“
He was distracted by Kyle’s green energy construct, sent scampering over to Bart for inspection as a kindly gesture to prevent such a dire happening.
“Dude,” Bart said. “I didn’t even know you could do a Sasquatch.”
Kyle sent the yeti after the metahuman. “You like it?”
“Left ear’s a little off. You mind doing a heater or something? Cause it’s getting really cold in here.”
“Picky, picky.”
You learn something new every day, like how good ketchup and corn chips are, or not to crack up when your roommate slash boyfriend slash crime-fighting partner is singing in the shower, or that Ice Queens don’t get along with Sasquatches. Who knew? Or maybe it was the green fire the beast was made of (a good touch, he had to admit, even if it was a little show-offy). Regardless, she screeched and-
-melted, along with the ice she’d been making from the water vapor in the air.
“I’m getting a Wicked Witch vibe, here.” Kyle said, neatly avoiding the downpour of freezing water via an umbrella, raincoat and galoshes from his Power Ring.
Which meant he was completely dry, the bastard.
Bart, in the absence of any such useful gear, eventually completely gave up on the miniscule protection his sopping wet and cold hoodie and stripped it off to throw it at Kyle. “I hate you. If I get pneumonia and die, I’m coming back to haunt you. Or I could infect you, too, and we’ll both die together. In agony. And all because you let me drown in melting ice.”
Kyle, unperturbed, wrung out Bart’s sweatshirt and tossed it back to him. “You’re only saying that because you haven’t contemplated all the possibilities of a double hot shower when we get back.”
“I still hate you,” Bart said sulkily.
The double shower was totally an awesome idea, though.
Bart didn’t even get pneumonia.
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Kyle aimed a shove at him. “Ass.”
“Hey, I started the hero thing first. Any resemblance we’ve got now to a Christmas decoration is totally your fault.”
Eleven P.M. on a Friday night in a shady alleyway that should’ve been like a magnet for muggings was surprisingly slow and boring. Entertainment had to be found some way. “I’m part of a long-standing tradition of intergalactic police corps. I think I have the legitimate claim on first choice of colors. And we’re not going with a Christmas theme on this partnership.”
"You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch."
Ice crackled along the ground towards them, unnoticed.
“I swear on my Oath, if you call me that one more time, you’re getting permanently renamed Cindy L-“
Someone cleared her throat. It was impressively done, at the same time quiet and unassuming, yet commanding attention. It might’ve had something to do with the giant ice stalagmite that had suddenly crackled into existence between the two heroes.
“If you gentlemen,” the woman said, brightly, “are quite done fighting, then I believe you’ll find you’ve come to quite the wrong place.”
By this time, the ground was entirely coated with a thick layer of ice. Possibly, Bart thought glumly, they should’ve been paying more attention. Quite. “You have a plan for this, right, O Wise Man?”
“It goes like this,” Kyle replied. “Shut up and stay put so I don’t have to peel your cartoonishly flattened ass off a wall somewhere.”
“Good plan.”
“You’re really the city’s heroes?” the Ice Bitch interrupted. “Quite pathetic.”
“I swear,” Bart said, “my brain’s going to come shooting out my ears if you keep saying ‘quite’.“
He was distracted by Kyle’s green energy construct, sent scampering over to Bart for inspection as a kindly gesture to prevent such a dire happening.
“Dude,” Bart said. “I didn’t even know you could do a Sasquatch.”
Kyle sent the yeti after the metahuman. “You like it?”
“Left ear’s a little off. You mind doing a heater or something? Cause it’s getting really cold in here.”
“Picky, picky.”
You learn something new every day, like how good ketchup and corn chips are, or not to crack up when your roommate slash boyfriend slash crime-fighting partner is singing in the shower, or that Ice Queens don’t get along with Sasquatches. Who knew? Or maybe it was the green fire the beast was made of (a good touch, he had to admit, even if it was a little show-offy). Regardless, she screeched and-
-melted, along with the ice she’d been making from the water vapor in the air.
“I’m getting a Wicked Witch vibe, here.” Kyle said, neatly avoiding the downpour of freezing water via an umbrella, raincoat and galoshes from his Power Ring.
Which meant he was completely dry, the bastard.
Bart, in the absence of any such useful gear, eventually completely gave up on the miniscule protection his sopping wet and cold hoodie and stripped it off to throw it at Kyle. “I hate you. If I get pneumonia and die, I’m coming back to haunt you. Or I could infect you, too, and we’ll both die together. In agony. And all because you let me drown in melting ice.”
Kyle, unperturbed, wrung out Bart’s sweatshirt and tossed it back to him. “You’re only saying that because you haven’t contemplated all the possibilities of a double hot shower when we get back.”
“I still hate you,” Bart said sulkily.
The double shower was totally an awesome idea, though.
Bart didn’t even get pneumonia.
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