SilverKnight
07-14-2001, 06:13 AM
>shrugs< I was bored, reading a short and very random fic I wrote, when I thought this up. My beautiful fanfic challenge. Pfft, right.
Okay, the rules:
1-It must be 500 words or less
2-It must be In first person
3-It must be no higher than a PG-13 rating
4-It must use the sentence, "How can I be second rate to a bunch of cardboard?"
5-It must have all four of the crimefighters there(Bruce/Bats, Babs/Batgirl, Tim/Robin, & Dick/Nightwing)
6-IT MUST BE FUNNY! :)
You have until 7/27. Whoever wins the contest...hm...gets my gratitude for making me laugh so hard. But, I'll think of something more worthwhile. At least, a little more worthwhile. :) Here, I'll post mine as an example fic(and DON'T COPY!):
Example fic:
"Get me out of here *NOW*!"
I smile. I can't help it. "Nice to see you too, Bruce."
"I don't believe this," he mutters, crossing his arms. "It's only a broken leg! I have crutches! Let me out!" He's pleading like he's on Death Row or something. I can't hold it in any longer. I bust out laughing, with Tim, and Barbara following suit. His face is aghast. "What?!"
I clear my throat, trying to stop laughing. "Y'know Bruce, you're pretty funny when you're laid up."
"Yeah, come closer and tell me that."
I shake my head, waggling a finger. "Uh-uh, Bruce. I'm not *that* stupid."
He arches an eyebrow sardonically. Uh-oh, smartass comment on deck. "Really? I would've never noticed."
"You *should've*. If I'm not mistaken *you* taught me everything I knew!" Tim and Barbara chuckle as his face pales. I grin. "You can't beat me, Bruce. I am the Grand Master of comebacks." He merely shakes his head. "See? My point exactly." He looks almost as if he wants to stick his tongue out at me. I flash him my cheeziest grin. I see it. That spark of mischief in his eyes, and I honestly think he's about to when I pipe up. "Ah, I've taught you well, grasshopper."
"Don't you have somewhere to be, brat?"
I shake my head happily. "Nope. I'm stuck with you all day."
He rolls his eyes. "Oh, great."
I give him my best 1000-watt grin. "Hey, at least you'll be in good company."
He nods slowly. "You're right. The ceiling tiles are often a welcome distraction."
"*HEY*! How can I be second rate to a bunch of cardboard?" I'm hurt. I'm really hurt.
"They're more quiet," he replies.
"Yeah, I guess. Stone, wood, they go together."
"Brat."
"And damn proud!"
Have fun! :)
(By the way, this is totally unofficial. Nobody except for me is to blame for this, so don't go screaming to the WF head honcho's, okay? Thanks.)
Okay, the rules:
1-It must be 500 words or less
2-It must be In first person
3-It must be no higher than a PG-13 rating
4-It must use the sentence, "How can I be second rate to a bunch of cardboard?"
5-It must have all four of the crimefighters there(Bruce/Bats, Babs/Batgirl, Tim/Robin, & Dick/Nightwing)
6-IT MUST BE FUNNY! :)
You have until 7/27. Whoever wins the contest...hm...gets my gratitude for making me laugh so hard. But, I'll think of something more worthwhile. At least, a little more worthwhile. :) Here, I'll post mine as an example fic(and DON'T COPY!):
Example fic:
"Get me out of here *NOW*!"
I smile. I can't help it. "Nice to see you too, Bruce."
"I don't believe this," he mutters, crossing his arms. "It's only a broken leg! I have crutches! Let me out!" He's pleading like he's on Death Row or something. I can't hold it in any longer. I bust out laughing, with Tim, and Barbara following suit. His face is aghast. "What?!"
I clear my throat, trying to stop laughing. "Y'know Bruce, you're pretty funny when you're laid up."
"Yeah, come closer and tell me that."
I shake my head, waggling a finger. "Uh-uh, Bruce. I'm not *that* stupid."
He arches an eyebrow sardonically. Uh-oh, smartass comment on deck. "Really? I would've never noticed."
"You *should've*. If I'm not mistaken *you* taught me everything I knew!" Tim and Barbara chuckle as his face pales. I grin. "You can't beat me, Bruce. I am the Grand Master of comebacks." He merely shakes his head. "See? My point exactly." He looks almost as if he wants to stick his tongue out at me. I flash him my cheeziest grin. I see it. That spark of mischief in his eyes, and I honestly think he's about to when I pipe up. "Ah, I've taught you well, grasshopper."
"Don't you have somewhere to be, brat?"
I shake my head happily. "Nope. I'm stuck with you all day."
He rolls his eyes. "Oh, great."
I give him my best 1000-watt grin. "Hey, at least you'll be in good company."
He nods slowly. "You're right. The ceiling tiles are often a welcome distraction."
"*HEY*! How can I be second rate to a bunch of cardboard?" I'm hurt. I'm really hurt.
"They're more quiet," he replies.
"Yeah, I guess. Stone, wood, they go together."
"Brat."
"And damn proud!"
Have fun! :)
(By the way, this is totally unofficial. Nobody except for me is to blame for this, so don't go screaming to the WF head honcho's, okay? Thanks.)