lunchtime double-drabble for JL
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seldearHere's a blast from the past: Justice League ficlet!
TITLE: Footrub
SUMMARY: Her boots pinch.
NOTES: 200 words, written at lunchtime, from a chatroom prompt of "bats and diana in the wild west, the boots dont' fit and he offers to rub her feet or something."
Footrub
"Isn't the ground good enough for you, Princess?"
Diana glanced at Bruce, startled. She had been careful to 'tread' as nearly on the ground as possible, although she shouldn't have been surprised that he noticed. Still, in spite of his words, a glint of good humour tinged the brilliant blue of his gaze and quirked one corner of his wide, full mouth as she replied. "I did say my boots hurt."
"You did," he agreed. Then, after a moment, he asked, "Does it help?"
She eyed him. "Do your boots hurt, too?"
Another man would have thrown back his head and laughed. Bruce just smiled, warm and urbane in the desert sun. "No, but I was going to offer you a footrub."
Diana stopped so suddenly that one of their allies had to step neatly around her. He touched her arm, concerned. "You okay there, ma'am?"
Only shocked, she thought. "Yes. Thank you."
Bruce just smiled when she hurried to catch up with him.
She didn't mention it again, and he didn't offer again.
But later that evening, when Diana removed her boots and rubbed at the tender spots on her heel, she smiled to herself. Just a little.
- fin -
TITLE: Footrub
SUMMARY: Her boots pinch.
NOTES: 200 words, written at lunchtime, from a chatroom prompt of "bats and diana in the wild west, the boots dont' fit and he offers to rub her feet or something."
Footrub
"Isn't the ground good enough for you, Princess?"
Diana glanced at Bruce, startled. She had been careful to 'tread' as nearly on the ground as possible, although she shouldn't have been surprised that he noticed. Still, in spite of his words, a glint of good humour tinged the brilliant blue of his gaze and quirked one corner of his wide, full mouth as she replied. "I did say my boots hurt."
"You did," he agreed. Then, after a moment, he asked, "Does it help?"
She eyed him. "Do your boots hurt, too?"
Another man would have thrown back his head and laughed. Bruce just smiled, warm and urbane in the desert sun. "No, but I was going to offer you a footrub."
Diana stopped so suddenly that one of their allies had to step neatly around her. He touched her arm, concerned. "You okay there, ma'am?"
Only shocked, she thought. "Yes. Thank you."
Bruce just smiled when she hurried to catch up with him.
She didn't mention it again, and he didn't offer again.
But later that evening, when Diana removed her boots and rubbed at the tender spots on her heel, she smiled to herself. Just a little.
- fin -
