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ajremixI had a blank word document open to do my art history paper and ended up with a silly 'Boostle causing yet more havoc' thing instead. Way to go, self. This paper is obviously going to go well. *sigh*
Title: Office Warfare
Fandom: DCU
Rating: G
Word Count: 481
Characters: Ted, Booster
Summary: JLI-based. Because future boys need educating and no mundane household item is safe in the hands of Blue Beetle.
A sudden, sharp sting to the back of his neck drew a startled yelp. Booster whirled about, protecting the smarting area and giving his assailant a hurt pout. “What was that for?”
Beetle just snickered, continuing to lounge in his seat. “’Cuz you were there.” He pointed a finger at Booster, cocked his thumb and there was another sudden stinging sensation against his cheek.
“Ow- what the hell is that?”
“What do you think?” Beetle stretched something between his hands and a near inadubile twang was followed by something whapping itself against Booster’s visor. He crossed his eyes at the limp object and, when it suddenly fell, fumbled to catch it.
“What is this?”
Beetle fired once more (Booster yelped again, rubbing at his thigh) before he realized that his buddy was actually confused. “Seriously? Do you really not have rubberbands in the future? Forget that- how long have you been here and how can you magically not know what a rubberband is?”
“Because I’m that good, obviously,” Booster frowned, pinching the rubberband in both hands and stretching it. All he could think about the item was ‘whaaaaaat?’ “What do you use it for?”
“Lotsa things!”
“Shooting people?”
“Added bonus. They’re supposed to be used to hold stuff together.”
“Hold stuff? These things?” Booster’s dubiousness was vindicated when the rubberband snapped (elicting yet another yelp). He stuck his stung knuckle in his mouth and mumbled out, “That’s the lamest thing you’ve ever come up with. Are we having a slow day today?”
Beetle looked at him a little too blankly for just a half second too long before a too wide and too toothy grin split his lips. “You’re right, it’s mostly just to shoot at people.”
Booster rolled his eyes. “Oh, your primitive 20th century toys.”
“Primitive toys, huh?” That was a challenge, practically an affront to which Beetle would ensure his time-traveling compatriot would soon realize was made in error. “Do you know how easy it is to make a rubberband gun?”
“Is this something that’s going to get us in trouble?”
“You saying you’re not curious enough to risk it?”
“....what did you have in mind?”
~*~*~*~
Four hours, three jumbo bags of rubberbands, one disintegrated newspaper, two broken glasses, four pissed off teammates, one extra-crispy smoldering pile of former self-loading, dual-barralled rubberband mini-gun and the confiscation of three jumbo bags worth of rubberbands later, Beetle and Booster were put in their timeout seats as Max and J’onn discussed what their punishment would be this time.
“Alright,” Booster admitted as his best friend twirled around the lone surviving rubberband around a finger, “it was impressive while it lasted.”
Beetle threaded the rubberband around one hand and pulled part of it back as if he were notching an arrow. He looked at Booster, eyes already dancing with a new plan of mischief. “So, what do you know about paperclips?”
Title: Office Warfare
Fandom: DCU
Rating: G
Word Count: 481
Characters: Ted, Booster
Summary: JLI-based. Because future boys need educating and no mundane household item is safe in the hands of Blue Beetle.
A sudden, sharp sting to the back of his neck drew a startled yelp. Booster whirled about, protecting the smarting area and giving his assailant a hurt pout. “What was that for?”
Beetle just snickered, continuing to lounge in his seat. “’Cuz you were there.” He pointed a finger at Booster, cocked his thumb and there was another sudden stinging sensation against his cheek.
“Ow- what the hell is that?”
“What do you think?” Beetle stretched something between his hands and a near inadubile twang was followed by something whapping itself against Booster’s visor. He crossed his eyes at the limp object and, when it suddenly fell, fumbled to catch it.
“What is this?”
Beetle fired once more (Booster yelped again, rubbing at his thigh) before he realized that his buddy was actually confused. “Seriously? Do you really not have rubberbands in the future? Forget that- how long have you been here and how can you magically not know what a rubberband is?”
“Because I’m that good, obviously,” Booster frowned, pinching the rubberband in both hands and stretching it. All he could think about the item was ‘whaaaaaat?’ “What do you use it for?”
“Lotsa things!”
“Shooting people?”
“Added bonus. They’re supposed to be used to hold stuff together.”
“Hold stuff? These things?” Booster’s dubiousness was vindicated when the rubberband snapped (elicting yet another yelp). He stuck his stung knuckle in his mouth and mumbled out, “That’s the lamest thing you’ve ever come up with. Are we having a slow day today?”
Beetle looked at him a little too blankly for just a half second too long before a too wide and too toothy grin split his lips. “You’re right, it’s mostly just to shoot at people.”
Booster rolled his eyes. “Oh, your primitive 20th century toys.”
“Primitive toys, huh?” That was a challenge, practically an affront to which Beetle would ensure his time-traveling compatriot would soon realize was made in error. “Do you know how easy it is to make a rubberband gun?”
“Is this something that’s going to get us in trouble?”
“You saying you’re not curious enough to risk it?”
“....what did you have in mind?”
~*~*~*~
Four hours, three jumbo bags of rubberbands, one disintegrated newspaper, two broken glasses, four pissed off teammates, one extra-crispy smoldering pile of former self-loading, dual-barralled rubberband mini-gun and the confiscation of three jumbo bags worth of rubberbands later, Beetle and Booster were put in their timeout seats as Max and J’onn discussed what their punishment would be this time.
“Alright,” Booster admitted as his best friend twirled around the lone surviving rubberband around a finger, “it was impressive while it lasted.”
Beetle threaded the rubberband around one hand and pulled part of it back as if he were notching an arrow. He looked at Booster, eyes already dancing with a new plan of mischief. “So, what do you know about paperclips?”
