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caiusbackupReposted and backdated for cataloguing purposes!
Prompt: Bruce, Ollie, and a sock (of love!).
Ollie wasn't entirely sure what he was expecting to find in Batman's chest of drawers. Probably something that exploded, or maybe dozens of carefully-laid out black costume pieces.
A Bat-sock was...not exactly on the *bottom* of the list, far from it. It could have, for example, been the Bat-Teddy-Bear. Or the Bat-lingerie.
But nonetheless, not something Ollie was expecting. Certainly not *alone*, although, come to think of it, a Bat-sock might well disdain the company of *other* socks, and *two* Bat-socks in one drawer might cause the drawer to die of sheer incongruous Grim.
Ollie picked it up, carefully--it might *still* blow up, after all--and examined it. Greyish, with a black Bat-logo--yep, that's a Bat-sock, after all.
He made to throw it back and go digging through the other drawers to see if it had a mate--a Robin-sock, perhaps?--but in doing so, he briefly glanced inside.
And, dropping the sock and slamming the drawer, he yelled. Loudly. In a somewhat high-pitched voice. Okay, maybe he screamed.
Well. That answered the 'mate' question, at least.
Prompt: Bruce, Ollie, and a sock (of love!).
Ollie wasn't entirely sure what he was expecting to find in Batman's chest of drawers. Probably something that exploded, or maybe dozens of carefully-laid out black costume pieces.
A Bat-sock was...not exactly on the *bottom* of the list, far from it. It could have, for example, been the Bat-Teddy-Bear. Or the Bat-lingerie.
But nonetheless, not something Ollie was expecting. Certainly not *alone*, although, come to think of it, a Bat-sock might well disdain the company of *other* socks, and *two* Bat-socks in one drawer might cause the drawer to die of sheer incongruous Grim.
Ollie picked it up, carefully--it might *still* blow up, after all--and examined it. Greyish, with a black Bat-logo--yep, that's a Bat-sock, after all.
He made to throw it back and go digging through the other drawers to see if it had a mate--a Robin-sock, perhaps?--but in doing so, he briefly glanced inside.
And, dropping the sock and slamming the drawer, he yelled. Loudly. In a somewhat high-pitched voice. Okay, maybe he screamed.
Well. That answered the 'mate' question, at least.
