This will probably be absolute rubbish, but I'm bored, so I'm challenging myself to write drabbles and/or snippets based on whatever characters my crack cards decide to tell me to write about.
Some will be more shippy/smutty than others. Also, I am transplanting characters rather than messing with time travel when it seems necesarry. Because.
1899 Spot Conlon does not need to be protected. He runs Brooklyn. He is Brooklyn. Who does this mysterious man think he is, jumping down from fire escapes to play vigilante, clubbing Black's goons?
Watching from the relative safety of the other side of the street, Spot can't help but notice that the man is good at what he does. He takes down the goons efficiently and brutally, then looks straight at Spot.
"Go home, kid," he says, before disappearing into the night.
Spot glares at the shadows where he saw the man last. And the next morning, he's even more upset, because the headlines are talking about the vigilante. Will this Red Hood character not even let him sell newspapers without help?
OYL.. ew. Sorry. It had taken some convincing for the new Captain Boomerang to get an invitation to join the Outsiders. In the end, it had taken The Flash's testimony that his half-brother wasn't evil before anyone started to trust him.
But as Owen lay awake, watching the other redhead beside him sleep, and remembering the tangle of limbs, trailing kisses, gasps, and moans of the night before, he realised that he simply hadn't found the right method of convincing, and smirked a bit, knowing that he now had a surefire one. Well, at least one that would work on Roy Harper.