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coprime_recs) wrote2005-08-05 04:39 pm
coprime_recs) wrote2005-08-05 04:39 pm
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DC Universe: Forty Thieves by Sister Wolf
Forty Thieves (Tim/Kon | R | 3,815 words) is an AU with Tim as Catwoman. Currently, he's imprisoned with Superboy by Ra's Al Ghul. Tim makes for a great, sneaky thief while Kon's wonderful fun.
Excerpt:
"So how'd you end up in here?" the kid asked.
"Wrong place at the wrong time. You know how it goes." There was a commotion somewhere in the distance. I stood up and walked over to the barred window in the door to see what was going on, remembering just a few seconds too late that the brighter light by the door would give Superboy a clear look at my costume. A grey spandex catsuit, with a hood that covered my head and most of my face, topped with little cat-ears. Kind of unmistakable. Crap. I winced and turned around to face him.
"Holy shit! You're Catboy!" the kid yelped, jumping to his feet.
I growled, "That's the Cat, not Catboy." Pet peeve of mine. Silly, perhaps, but-- who would want to hire a thief with as juvenile a name as Catboy? Sounded like something a sidekick would be called. And there already was a Catman, so that name was a no-go. "Congratulations on your impressive powers of deduction, Superboy."
"How did you know who I-- no, never mind, that doesn't matter. I'm gonna have to arrest you, dude," he announced, looking determined. The wince and quiet "ow" that followed indicated, I was fairly sure, that he'd attempted to use his powers and found them blocked by the collar.
Excerpt:
"So how'd you end up in here?" the kid asked.
"Wrong place at the wrong time. You know how it goes." There was a commotion somewhere in the distance. I stood up and walked over to the barred window in the door to see what was going on, remembering just a few seconds too late that the brighter light by the door would give Superboy a clear look at my costume. A grey spandex catsuit, with a hood that covered my head and most of my face, topped with little cat-ears. Kind of unmistakable. Crap. I winced and turned around to face him.
"Holy shit! You're Catboy!" the kid yelped, jumping to his feet.
I growled, "That's the Cat, not Catboy." Pet peeve of mine. Silly, perhaps, but-- who would want to hire a thief with as juvenile a name as Catboy? Sounded like something a sidekick would be called. And there already was a Catman, so that name was a no-go. "Congratulations on your impressive powers of deduction, Superboy."
"How did you know who I-- no, never mind, that doesn't matter. I'm gonna have to arrest you, dude," he announced, looking determined. The wince and quiet "ow" that followed indicated, I was fairly sure, that he'd attempted to use his powers and found them blocked by the collar.