Belatedly, here you go. I really hope this works for you! (And speaking of belatedly, did you see the much-delayed Weather Wizard fic?)
The office look like it had been hit by a busload of mischievous children equipped with a whole joke shop’s worth of tricks--or, more to the point, by one of its owners' old crime sprees. James Jesse had augmented the FBI's security system quite brilliantly, if he did say so himself.
In the center of the chaos, Hartley Rathaway sat quite peacefully--if a little worse for wear--going through a file cabinet. "Atom Smasher, Atomic Knight, Atomic Skull, Aurora, Awkward Man, Azazel..." the of discarded files grew on top of a pile of goo next to him. "Aha. And here I thought I'd be looking all night. Thank goodness it was someone in the 'A' file."
A few minutes later, when James returned, Hartley had the file labeled "Azrael" spread out in front of him, and an expression of horrified amusement was growing on his face. Without looking around, he said, "He is a lot cuter in person."
"I'll send a memo about getting prettier pictures for the files." James floated above the mess that was his office on his Airwalking Shoes, giving the various sprung traps a pleased look. He was otherwise clothed in striped pajamas and a polka-dotted bathrobe--not actually his supervillainous outfit, but certainly something that could pass for one in Keystone City. "Looks like the blind date went quite well."
"James, you sent me on a date with a deranged former superhero. A former *Batman*. And to top it off, he was straight."
"But cute!"
"With a homicidal alternate personality."
"Which was why I needed a trusted agent to check up on him!"
"Right. By setting us both up for a really *awkward* blind date. Without telling me about the alternate personality, I might add, or telling *him* he was on a date with a guy."
"So what's your report? Since I was only awakened when you started making a mess of my office, I take it the date went just fine."
Hartley sighed. "For definitions of 'fine' strictly limited to 'no bloodshed', yes."
"Already better than expected! So are you going to call him for a second date?"
"No, I'm not. But he *does* need someone to show him around town and keep him from going nuts, and both of you have nominated me."
James beamed. "Wonderful!"
Hartley glared. "You owe me so much for this."
"Well, then, maybe I won't send you the bill for cleaning my office."
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Date: 2006-07-30 08:17 pm (UTC)The office look like it had been hit by a busload of mischievous children equipped with a whole joke shop’s worth of tricks--or, more to the point, by one of its owners' old crime sprees. James Jesse had augmented the FBI's security system quite brilliantly, if he did say so himself.
In the center of the chaos, Hartley Rathaway sat quite peacefully--if a little worse for wear--going through a file cabinet. "Atom Smasher, Atomic Knight, Atomic Skull, Aurora, Awkward Man, Azazel..." the of discarded files grew on top of a pile of goo next to him. "Aha. And here I thought I'd be looking all night. Thank goodness it was someone in the 'A' file."
A few minutes later, when James returned, Hartley had the file labeled "Azrael" spread out in front of him, and an expression of horrified amusement was growing on his face. Without looking around, he said, "He is a lot cuter in person."
"I'll send a memo about getting prettier pictures for the files." James floated above the mess that was his office on his Airwalking Shoes, giving the various sprung traps a pleased look. He was otherwise clothed in striped pajamas and a polka-dotted bathrobe--not actually his supervillainous outfit, but certainly something that could pass for one in Keystone City. "Looks like the blind date went quite well."
"James, you sent me on a date with a deranged former superhero. A former *Batman*. And to top it off, he was straight."
"But cute!"
"With a homicidal alternate personality."
"Which was why I needed a trusted agent to check up on him!"
"Right. By setting us both up for a really *awkward* blind date. Without telling me about the alternate personality, I might add, or telling *him* he was on a date with a guy."
"So what's your report? Since I was only awakened when you started making a mess of my office, I take it the date went just fine."
Hartley sighed. "For definitions of 'fine' strictly limited to 'no bloodshed', yes."
"Already better than expected! So are you going to call him for a second date?"
"No, I'm not. But he *does* need someone to show him around town and keep him from going nuts, and both of you have nominated me."
James beamed. "Wonderful!"
Hartley glared. "You owe me so much for this."
"Well, then, maybe I won't send you the bill for cleaning my office."