The City of the Sun God was crumbling. Once, the city of glass had been maintained by the same Atlantean technology that had helped stabilize the Savage Lands. But while that verdant jungle had become self-sustaining, the city had not. Many of its people had left for one local tribe or another. More still had been killed for disloyalty, speaking blasphemy ag...
The room reminded Jean of a meat locker. The floor, through spic and span and polished to a sheen, was sturdy tile with shower drains at regular intervals. Designed to be hosed down. It gave the room an air of degradation that Jean wasn't sure if she liked. The architecture was marble, with the right wall dedicated to a line of vanities that would be the e...
A/N: This fic takes place in modern New Earth continuity, in which Tim Drake is over 18. Reed looked like he was getting an eye exam—the apparatus mounted on his head, double-barreled, either reel of eyepieces spinning independently while headphones... originating from below, their earpieces jutting up from a chest-mounted 'backpack'... played discordant...
Xander heard the car stop, then the door open and the tap-tap of Cordelia's heels as they came around to his side of the car and opened it. She smelled faintly of gin and perfume and arousal, her excitement beaming through space no matter how cool and laconic she tried to be. Xander tried to recall how she'd looked before the blindfold had gone on—her minisk...
I love my wife. That is, of course, I love Sydney. Sydney's wonderful, she's amazing, you know Sydney. But Rosalyn, my ex-wife—okay, I love her too. What can I say, the heart's not one of those computer-machines that just boops and beeps. It sings, it makes its own music, and I never quite could stop seeing all the great things about Rosalyn I fell in love w...
Having Kate Beckett walk into the hotel room was like stepping back in time. Alexis could've been studying for her SATs again. She could've been into Twilight again. Funny how she remembered Kate as a swaggering, domineering badass in a motorcycle jacket. Beckett came in light and springy as a summer day, wearing a light-toned pantsuit with a purple silk b...
Sue Storm didn't believe in the stereotype of the bored housewife. Even if she weren't a superpowered celebrity sitting on the boards of half a dozen charities, she had plenty to do as a wife and mother. Her daughter was a six-year-old super-genius with the emotional maturity of... a six-year-old. Her son could create universes, but wasn't very good at it ye...
Bruce knew he was wasn't quite normal. He was a bit more 'goal-oriented' than most. But even if he'd led the most mundane, ordinary, regular life there was, he didn't think he'd understand shopping malls. Anything he might be looking for crammed in with two hundred things he wasn't. Dick hadn't liked malls, Zatanna didn't, Diana didn't. But two wives meant...
Some nights, the RA had a hangover and singing anything above the level of wait'll you see my dick was out of the question. On those nights, you sucked it up and turned to more obscure college entertainment, like drinking and party games. "My turn?" Beca asked, before taking her obligatory shot. "Dare." Aubrey smiled at her, always loving to turn the scr...
"It's not that kind of dinner," Mary Jane said, Felicia just having shown up at her door in a trenchcoat and not much else—though the 'not much else' seemed prohibitively expensive at first glance. "You said your roommates weren't home." Felicia stepped inside, her walk seemingly designed to make her coat flutter open. "And that they were gay." "Yes, and...