Bart Allen/"Impulse" (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
fasterthanthought) wrote2006-01-13 09:44 pm
fasterthanthought) wrote2006-01-13 09:44 pm
For Robin-mun!
A very, very belated Christmas gift for Robin-player. Because I cannot write proper snowball fighting and thus wrote something worse. I am a bad, horrible person and should be lynched but here you go. Set right after Bart's pranking post...
“He is dead, he is so dead!” Kon huffed, tugging his cap over his bleached hair as far as it could go.
Robin had already jumped from Kon’s arms as soon as they hovered close to the ground, their hasty getaway from Bart’s staged bubble-slash-rubber ducky attack leaving both of them undressed, sparkling, covered in pink dye and overall looking like escaped back up dancers from an MC Hammer concert. Still, Robin had to wonder how despite all that the only thing that remained on Kon’s worried mind was the hair. Granted, he was finding it hard to concentrate anyway, what with his speedster teammate’s level of fast paced distraction tactics, but it was easy to blame it on the stress. And concern obviously, that’s why he was spending so much time checking Kon over. For injuries, right. Rubber ducky injuries.
Robin looked away. “Did you think he might’ve had a point? He was only able to keep us in the onsen as long as we were arguing with each other as much as we were arguing with him.”
“No way man! I’m not letting Bart be right!” Kon snapped, twising the shower tap so hard the screech of the pipes. “We’re still mad at each other and that’s all there is to it! Ohgodmypoorhair…”
“Kon, that has to be the most idiotic reason to stay mad at me...”
“He threw lavender glitter bombs at us! He uploaded footage of me doing the Macarena! I’d say that’s a pretty good reason to sneak into his cabin at night and break the knees off of every one of his action figures and make him eat his own goggles…”
“Which means we’d be working together, and that’s exactly what he wanted...” Robin sighed, thankful his mask’s lenses managed to cover up how much he was rolling his eyes right now.
“Okay, so we work together in tying him up to some un-vibratable spot for a week and then we go back to the way things are now,” Kon muttered and started scrubbing vigorously at his scalp.
“You mean us on the run from Bart, mostly naked and covered in pink?”
Kon shot Robin a dirty look, that somehow softened and turned into another kind of look that the boy detective couldn’t determine, really he was blaming it on the steam currently rising throughout the boy’s showers. “...the fact that it was pink just means Bart’s gonna get serious payback.”
“And what are you planning on doing to me?” Robin felt the little part of his common sense smack him for the way it was worded, but things were overall fuzzy ever since Bart’s supersoaker hit him upside the head. He shook his head, “I mean, we really should resolve...our problems. Kon why are you looking at me like that?”
“I’m not I’m-!” Kon flushed, “I’m just checking if you still have glue marks! From the corset!”
Robin flushed, and blamed it on the steam. “No, I managed to scrape it off once I figured out what chemical compounds you used.” The normal urge to add ‘no thanks to you’ was replaced with the sudden awkward image of Kon’s hands across his torso and if Robin weren’t a fantastic acrobat he would have slipped on the wet floor with the way the image randomly assaulted him.
Regaining his composure, Robin cleared his throat. “That offer to fix your hair is still there. I really am...sorry I let my emotions get away from me.”
“Yeah, well, it happens to the best of us,” Kon muttered, then reached an arm out to point at an area just below Robin’s third rib. “Dude, I still think you’ve got some glue there.”
“Really?” Robin asked, lifting his arms to better survey the damage only Kon was right there, in his personal space and somehow Robin’s thought process fizzled out after that. So much for letting his emotions not get away from him.
“Sorry,” Kon breathed huskily before grabbing Robin by the back of his neck and pulling him into a kiss.
Under normal circumstances Robin’s first instinct would be to assume Poison Ivy’s toxins were at work, the second would be to judo throw Kon, the third would probably involve a lot of mouth wash but right now his entire brain network was shutting down and all he could think about is how his life was a lot more sensible before Bart pumped a face full of pink goo at his head. And this was the kind of sensible involving catboy viruses and the Macarena. Maybe he was just going insane.
Suddenly becoming aware that his arms were pulling Kon down to meet him better Robin amended the fact that he was completely, certifiably insane. No questions about it.
“Damnit Bart,” Kon hissed and pushed against Robin.
“You’re blaming this on him,” Robin replied, trying to focus on words. Words were nice and not Kon’s lips. Words were nice and...
“Pink goo,” Kon muttered in between attempts at replicating another hickey on Robin’s neck. “Love potion. Hit us enough times for-”
Robin was sure there was some ending to that sentence, but he really had trouble hearing. All he knew was this was some simulated pheremone concoction making him paw at his nearly naked teammate like he had absolutely no self-control and held sway by his hormones. And knowing what it was like in Kon’s body it must have been a billion times worse for Kon.
Or better, depending on how you looked at it.
“Little extreme,” Robin muttered, feeling the after effects of Kon’s stubble scraping across his collar bone. “Unintentional?” Still didn’t mean he wouldn’t kill Impulse for it…
“Find out later,” Kon muttered and kissed him again.
Robin knew this was something he’d regret more than anything else in life, more than coughing up that hairball in front of Lady, but right now it was becoming very hard to hold onto his sense of self and duty with Kon pressed against him, smelling like lavender, and his mouth minty fresh.
“Dude, watch the hair...” Kon muttered before kissing Robin again.
Some priorities were beyond changing, even with an inundation of love chemicals.
Bart Allen blinked and looked at Kon as if he were a big, scary executioner holding an axe in hand. “You’re not mad at Robin anymore?”
“Robin and I...” Kon knew there was no proper way to explain it, “uh, talked.”
“…and you’re okay and not fighting anymore?”
Another embarrassing mental image accompanied that. Kon rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “I wouldn’t say fighting exactly...” a small flash of worry on Bart’s face and Kon amended it, “Okay yeah we’re getting along better than ever before.”
A lot better. Right. It still counts if it’s the truth.
And Bart didn’t notice anything different, because he was too happy to hear the news and hugging Kon and really Kon was just glad he didn’t have the mental process to realize exactly how lurid Kon was phrasing it. Which meant it wasn’t intentional and he and Robin had to find other venues of curing their current predicament.
“Better than okay. I’m totally seeing Robin in a new light.”
An unclothed steamy light that...right, it was important to find that cure soon. Really soon.
“…it’s a good light that won’t lead to fighting, right?”
After he and Robin made up a little more. It was for Bart’s sake really.
Kon smiled his most sincere and winningest smile. “Trust me, fighting is the last thing on my mind right now.”
*runs off and hides*
“He is dead, he is so dead!” Kon huffed, tugging his cap over his bleached hair as far as it could go.
Robin had already jumped from Kon’s arms as soon as they hovered close to the ground, their hasty getaway from Bart’s staged bubble-slash-rubber ducky attack leaving both of them undressed, sparkling, covered in pink dye and overall looking like escaped back up dancers from an MC Hammer concert. Still, Robin had to wonder how despite all that the only thing that remained on Kon’s worried mind was the hair. Granted, he was finding it hard to concentrate anyway, what with his speedster teammate’s level of fast paced distraction tactics, but it was easy to blame it on the stress. And concern obviously, that’s why he was spending so much time checking Kon over. For injuries, right. Rubber ducky injuries.
Robin looked away. “Did you think he might’ve had a point? He was only able to keep us in the onsen as long as we were arguing with each other as much as we were arguing with him.”
“No way man! I’m not letting Bart be right!” Kon snapped, twising the shower tap so hard the screech of the pipes. “We’re still mad at each other and that’s all there is to it! Ohgodmypoorhair…”
“Kon, that has to be the most idiotic reason to stay mad at me...”
“He threw lavender glitter bombs at us! He uploaded footage of me doing the Macarena! I’d say that’s a pretty good reason to sneak into his cabin at night and break the knees off of every one of his action figures and make him eat his own goggles…”
“Which means we’d be working together, and that’s exactly what he wanted...” Robin sighed, thankful his mask’s lenses managed to cover up how much he was rolling his eyes right now.
“Okay, so we work together in tying him up to some un-vibratable spot for a week and then we go back to the way things are now,” Kon muttered and started scrubbing vigorously at his scalp.
“You mean us on the run from Bart, mostly naked and covered in pink?”
Kon shot Robin a dirty look, that somehow softened and turned into another kind of look that the boy detective couldn’t determine, really he was blaming it on the steam currently rising throughout the boy’s showers. “...the fact that it was pink just means Bart’s gonna get serious payback.”
“And what are you planning on doing to me?” Robin felt the little part of his common sense smack him for the way it was worded, but things were overall fuzzy ever since Bart’s supersoaker hit him upside the head. He shook his head, “I mean, we really should resolve...our problems. Kon why are you looking at me like that?”
“I’m not I’m-!” Kon flushed, “I’m just checking if you still have glue marks! From the corset!”
Robin flushed, and blamed it on the steam. “No, I managed to scrape it off once I figured out what chemical compounds you used.” The normal urge to add ‘no thanks to you’ was replaced with the sudden awkward image of Kon’s hands across his torso and if Robin weren’t a fantastic acrobat he would have slipped on the wet floor with the way the image randomly assaulted him.
Regaining his composure, Robin cleared his throat. “That offer to fix your hair is still there. I really am...sorry I let my emotions get away from me.”
“Yeah, well, it happens to the best of us,” Kon muttered, then reached an arm out to point at an area just below Robin’s third rib. “Dude, I still think you’ve got some glue there.”
“Really?” Robin asked, lifting his arms to better survey the damage only Kon was right there, in his personal space and somehow Robin’s thought process fizzled out after that. So much for letting his emotions not get away from him.
“Sorry,” Kon breathed huskily before grabbing Robin by the back of his neck and pulling him into a kiss.
Under normal circumstances Robin’s first instinct would be to assume Poison Ivy’s toxins were at work, the second would be to judo throw Kon, the third would probably involve a lot of mouth wash but right now his entire brain network was shutting down and all he could think about is how his life was a lot more sensible before Bart pumped a face full of pink goo at his head. And this was the kind of sensible involving catboy viruses and the Macarena. Maybe he was just going insane.
Suddenly becoming aware that his arms were pulling Kon down to meet him better Robin amended the fact that he was completely, certifiably insane. No questions about it.
“Damnit Bart,” Kon hissed and pushed against Robin.
“You’re blaming this on him,” Robin replied, trying to focus on words. Words were nice and not Kon’s lips. Words were nice and...
“Pink goo,” Kon muttered in between attempts at replicating another hickey on Robin’s neck. “Love potion. Hit us enough times for-”
Robin was sure there was some ending to that sentence, but he really had trouble hearing. All he knew was this was some simulated pheremone concoction making him paw at his nearly naked teammate like he had absolutely no self-control and held sway by his hormones. And knowing what it was like in Kon’s body it must have been a billion times worse for Kon.
Or better, depending on how you looked at it.
“Little extreme,” Robin muttered, feeling the after effects of Kon’s stubble scraping across his collar bone. “Unintentional?” Still didn’t mean he wouldn’t kill Impulse for it…
“Find out later,” Kon muttered and kissed him again.
Robin knew this was something he’d regret more than anything else in life, more than coughing up that hairball in front of Lady, but right now it was becoming very hard to hold onto his sense of self and duty with Kon pressed against him, smelling like lavender, and his mouth minty fresh.
“Dude, watch the hair...” Kon muttered before kissing Robin again.
Some priorities were beyond changing, even with an inundation of love chemicals.
Bart Allen blinked and looked at Kon as if he were a big, scary executioner holding an axe in hand. “You’re not mad at Robin anymore?”
“Robin and I...” Kon knew there was no proper way to explain it, “uh, talked.”
“…and you’re okay and not fighting anymore?”
Another embarrassing mental image accompanied that. Kon rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “I wouldn’t say fighting exactly...” a small flash of worry on Bart’s face and Kon amended it, “Okay yeah we’re getting along better than ever before.”
A lot better. Right. It still counts if it’s the truth.
And Bart didn’t notice anything different, because he was too happy to hear the news and hugging Kon and really Kon was just glad he didn’t have the mental process to realize exactly how lurid Kon was phrasing it. Which meant it wasn’t intentional and he and Robin had to find other venues of curing their current predicament.
“Better than okay. I’m totally seeing Robin in a new light.”
An unclothed steamy light that...right, it was important to find that cure soon. Really soon.
“…it’s a good light that won’t lead to fighting, right?”
After he and Robin made up a little more. It was for Bart’s sake really.
Kon smiled his most sincere and winningest smile. “Trust me, fighting is the last thing on my mind right now.”
*runs off and hides*