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Girl's gotta protect her rep.
Title: Cat Tales
Author: Chris Dee
Fandom: Batman, Justice League
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. I'm just borrowing for my own entertainment and will not profit from this.
Warnings: May cause you to laugh so hard you suffocate.
Summary: The stories about Selena are starting to get a bit out of hand, so she decides to do something about it. Things progress from there.
Preview:
Like all well-trained butler/valets, Alfred Pennyworth ran a hot iron over the newspaper he placed each morning on his employer’s breakfast tray. Laying down the tray on a bedside table, he then opened the curtains, ran a hot bath, and laid out appropriate clothing for the day ahead in a small dressing room adjacent to the bath. He then returned to the bedroom. If Bruce Wayne had arisen, he would wish his employer a good morning. If he had not, Alfred would pour the coffee and make relentlessly polite smalltalk until Bruce accepted the inevitable and got out of bed. This morning, on returning to the bedroom Alfred discovered that Bruce was indeed awake, had unfolded the aforementioned paper, poured his coffee, and spat a mouthful of it all over the Entertainment section. Still coughing, he was simultaneously trying to mop up the puddle with a napkin and read the soggy words beneath.
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Author: Chris Dee
Fandom: Batman, Justice League
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. I'm just borrowing for my own entertainment and will not profit from this.
Warnings: May cause you to laugh so hard you suffocate.
Summary: The stories about Selena are starting to get a bit out of hand, so she decides to do something about it. Things progress from there.
Preview:
Like all well-trained butler/valets, Alfred Pennyworth ran a hot iron over the newspaper he placed each morning on his employer’s breakfast tray. Laying down the tray on a bedside table, he then opened the curtains, ran a hot bath, and laid out appropriate clothing for the day ahead in a small dressing room adjacent to the bath. He then returned to the bedroom. If Bruce Wayne had arisen, he would wish his employer a good morning. If he had not, Alfred would pour the coffee and make relentlessly polite smalltalk until Bruce accepted the inevitable and got out of bed. This morning, on returning to the bedroom Alfred discovered that Bruce was indeed awake, had unfolded the aforementioned paper, poured his coffee, and spat a mouthful of it all over the Entertainment section. Still coughing, he was simultaneously trying to mop up the puddle with a napkin and read the soggy words beneath.
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