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[holli]

I really need to write something already, so the first five people to give me a crossover prompt get drabbles. Any takers?

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[caia-comica.livejournal.com]

Courtney Whitmore meets the Young Avengers!

[holli.livejournal.com]

(omg i think i love you.)

"Hey," Kate said to the new girl, nodding over her sunglasses. "Cool robot."

The girl rolled her eyes and grinned, her braces gleaming in the streetlight. "He's not a robot, actually. He's my stepdad." She propped her-- staff thingy-- against a parked car and bent to tug at her bootlaces. The apparently-not-a-robot, meanwhile, was dumping the last bunch of people out of range of their burning apartment building.

"Your mom married a robot?" Billy asked. "Wow. I guess it happens more often than you'd think."

The girl frowned. "Wait, what? My mom didn't marry a-- Pat, c'mere!" The robot clomped over; it was really much more graceful in the air.

"Stargirl, code names, please," the robot said, in what sounded like a perfectly normal human voice over an intercom.

"Why does it matter? This isn't even our dimension, we're leaving as soon as that guy with the cape and the dishwashing gloves finishes meditating or whatever."

"You met *Dr. Strange?*" Teddy said, sounding awed.

"They're not dishwashing gloves!" said Billy, sounding offended.

God, they were such fanboys. "Can we get back to the robot?"

[caia-comica.livejournal.com]

And I love YOU! And the drabble! Courtney is so *awesome*--of course she's totally unintimaded by the likes of Dr. Strange. And hee! On the "Your mom married a robot?" line.

[holli.livejournal.com]

Well, I mean. It's not like Marvel has a robot-marrying monopoly-- there is, after all, the Red Tornado, who even has an adopted daughter!

[caia-comica.livejournal.com]

Yeah, but pre-retcon, Vision had *biological* children! Who have now, through some random comics-ness, joined the Young Avengers!

I am fond of Reddy, though.

[petronelle.livejournal.com]

*cough*

You should write some DCU/Supreme Power.

I'm just sayin'.

[holli.livejournal.com]

hmmmmmmm.

Kyle doesn't find Jay until he thinks to climb out on the roof. Once up there, he's easy to spot, though, his hair shining under the streetlamps reflecting up from below. The kid is lying back with his legs dangling off the roof, looking up at the sky even though it's too cloudy to see a thing.

"We do have patrol, you know," Kyle says. "Now."

"Hmm? Oh, sorry," says Jay, and props himself up on an elbow. "I was just... thinking."

Kyle sighs. "Is this about the damn circus? I *said* you could go."

Jay looks up at him pleadingly. "But you have to come *with* me! Everyone's heard so much about you, and my godmother really wants to meet you! And you can meet all my friends, and I can show you all the stuff the rubes don't get to see, and it'll be *great!* You *have* to come!"

What Kyle *wants* to say to that is "no way in hell, Chickenhawk," but the words somehow fail to make their way to his mouth. What he says instead is "Go suit up, and if we crack the smuggling ring tonight, we'll see."

Jason scrambles to his feet and hugs Kyle around the middle, then backflips ecstatically off the roof. Kyle scowls, but it's hard to put a lot of effort into it.

[petronelle.livejournal.com]

Thank you!

The ease of finding one's Aryan sidekick in the dark. Oh, heart.

I love Jay's reasons why Kyle *has* to come to the circus.

I also enjoy the extent to which Kyle loses the GRRRRR face.

I've been thinking about this Year One project, and I'm somewhat convinced that Auntie Keisha gave him a making-friends charm in the form of a tattoo when he was very small. That way there's nothing to lose, or crunch, or anything.

But Kyle knows that's superstitious garbage anyway.

[brownbetty]

awwwwwwwwwwwwww…

Petra has been explaining to me the importances of circuses in this timeline, and I really like this idea, and you've done it (of course) so perfectly!