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Vegas Nights by perryvic, Zaganthi (Caffiends)
Fandoms: CSI: Crime Scene Investigation, DCU (Comics)
27 Nov 2005
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"I believe I'll have that engraved on something and give it to Master Bruce and young Master Dick, 'They meant well'," Alfred said. "Now then, where were we before we were interrupted?"
Amazing. Alfred seemed completely unflustered -- the minor interrogation hadn't even made him pause, and that made Gil grin as he buckled up. "Heading over to my place, I think?"
"A splendid idea. They are going to be thinking the worst," Alfred said as he settled into the car and waited for Gil to start the engine and pull away.
He smiled again to himself even as they set off. "I do so hate to disappoint them both."
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James West has his hopes, his dreams... and then there's reality.
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Different Shape of Being by perryvic, Zaganthi (Caffiends)
Fandoms: Smallville, Batman - All Media Types, DCU (Comics)
12 Apr 2005
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Bruce and Lex had been screwed up for years, but they'd always had each other no matter how difficult things were. Could Clark Kent be the one to either fix them both or tear them apart? Or will the world be destroyed before any of them can see sense?
Part of Clexfest 11.
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The Rich and Famous put on a hell of a bigger Halloween party than high school kids did or could even dream of in their wildest imagination.
And that was why Lex had skipped out on him, obviously.
There was a circle over towards the middle, men-like creatures drinking from glittering goblets carved and set with strange symbols and glittering paste gems. He assumed they were paste, or glass but you never really knew at a billionaire's party. That they were the inner circle was obvious from the way the other reveler behaved towards them all and by the grandness of their costumes. Lex stood among them, his skin that same gold-sprayed look as the man Clark had met coming in the door. He had two stubby horns on his head, blunt thick things that looked like they'd been cut down -- like a goat's -- that gleamed with a warm hint of the same gold. He had wings sprouting out of his back, and they hung loosely against him, feathers bright in silver and gold in a multitude of shades that created complex fascinating patterns that Clark found himself mesmerized by as he stared.
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"Superman failed. It seems a bit hypocritical to be him anymore," Clark replied in a flat voice that wouldn't have been out of place in Lex's mouth. "That was... just me."
"No glasses? No cheap rumpled suit?" None of it, but Lex just had to ask while he adjusted the cuffs of his shirt, eyes fixed on Clark's expression. He was tired, blank and hard to read; unlike Lex, his eyes betrayed the years, but he wore them well in his gaze. "I'm surprised."