................Well. Neither have much dignity, but I find facial hair more homely than love handles. So......*shiver* Llance.
Clark and Lois walked through the door fumbling over their legs as they kissed, too stubborn to stop their lip-lock. They clumsily made their way through the penthouse and into the bedroom where they fell onto the bed. Lois and Clark stopped sucking face for a few seconds to look at eachother.
Clark: Are you thinking what I'm thinking?
Lois: I sure hope so.
Lois proceeded to get on all fours.
Clark: Oh, I guess you weren't thinking what I was thinking.
Lois looked at him strangely before adopting a face of recognition.
Lois: *sigh* Again?
Clark: Well….It would help.
Lois looked really bummed before getting off the bed and going into the bathroom. She came out 5 min. later dressed in a, what looked like, home made Wonder Woman costume, including arm bracelets and tiara. Clark smiled.
Clark: That did it.
Lois: It had better, I hate wearing this thing.
Clark smiled.
Clark: Don't worry, you won't be wearing it for long Diana-I-I mean Diana-I mean Lois-I mean…..Diana.
Or
A six year old Bruce was shivering from a psychosomatic cold while he listened to the noises outside his door.
Martha: YES! YES! GO FASTER!! FASTER!!
Bruce closed the covers around himself more.
Bruce: I'm going to the cave, I'm going to the cave, I'm going to the cave-
Martha Wayne was currently straddled on Thomas Wayne's back and riding him using a bullwhip up and down the hall, which was right outside Bruce's door.
Thomas: YES!! Hit the pony harder!
Bruce just continued to shiver and snuggle into the covers as much as he could.
Bruce: At least they're more quiet than Alfred and aunt Leslie.
(Really think it was the Bat that drove Bruce to that cave?)
Inspiration for the second one came from Adrian Tullberg.
