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Give me some characters (DC, please!) and an alternate universe. Maybe a prompt too, if you'd like. If I like the idea, I'll give you at least a drabble about them in that universe.
I suspect I'm going to be slow in responding...
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Give me some characters (DC, please!) and an alternate universe. Maybe a prompt too, if you'd like. If I like the idea, I'll give you at least a drabble about them in that universe.
I suspect I'm going to be slow in responding...
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Date: 2008-06-30 07:06 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-07-04 06:34 pm (UTC)*****
Bruce eyed the Sheriff, pretending to look nervous like the novice he was meant to be. The Sheriff smirked, confident that he was going to win. Bruce tried very hard to resist the impulse to roll his eyes, instead taking a sip of his drink. The sweat upon his face from the desert sun only made his role as a nervous out of towner, who had somehow managed to be tricked into playing poker with the Sheriff, even more real.
His eyes flickered about the Sheriff's office; the deputy was out searching for 'The Bat', who had been sighted in the area. Wanted posters bearing Bruce's masked face were upon the wall.
Bruce hid his smirk by taking another sip of his drink. The stakes were high in this game, only because the man opposite him believed him to be a naive idiot.
"Well? Are you going to show me those cards?" The Sheriff was grinning, certain that he had won.
Bruce smiled, then slowly placed his cards face up on the table, revealing a royal flush. He smirked, then gathered his winnings from the table, putting the money back into his pouch, and picking up the key, while the Sheriff was still looking at the cards, dumbfounded.
Bruce walked over to the cells and opened the locked door, letting the solo occupant out. "It's been a pleasure, Sheriff," he drawled, stepping out of the office and into the bright sunlight, his hat shielding his face from the glare of the sun, the prisoner following him.
Only once they were riding away from the town did Bruce speak to him. "That's the last time I win you in a poker game, Clark!"
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Date: 2008-07-04 08:22 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-07-07 06:25 pm (UTC)