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kitmerlot_1213This is a 440 word Supergirl/The Flash drabble for the Weekend Challenge at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
1_million_words ENJOY
The life of a superhero was not a glamorous one, not by a long shot and one of the worst parts of the job was meeting new supervillains. This aspect was never fun because you never knew what their destructive power was or how to defeat them.
And the one Kara and Barry was facing was especially draining because it turned out he wasn’t a supervillain at all, just a guy who insisted on speaking as if he was a film noir bad guy and dressing like a 1950’s gangster.
The Spade, as he insisted on being called, took a deep drag of his cigarette before gritting out his line: “Listen up pigeon, keep on riding me and they’re going to be picking iron out of your liver."
Kara and Barry exchanged exasperated looks while they tried to interpret what The Spade was saying. Barry shrugged and held up his phone. “I’ve got nothing but maybe Cisco…”
She didn’t let Barry finish before she stepped towards the would-be villain and tried to look as non-threatening as possible before speaking up. “Look Mr. Spade, we don’t under…”
But The Spade interrupted her before she could finish. “Doll, you like money. You’ve got a great big dollar sign there where most women have a heart."
It took all of Kara’s self-control not to punch The Spade out after hearing that insult, but Barry beat her to it. He grabbed The Spade by the oversized collar of his suit and shook him none too gently. “I’ve had just about enough out of you. You want to recite movie lines; I’ve got a good one for you.”
Barry fixed The Spade with his coolest look before he spoke. “What we have here is a failure to communicate.”
Kara laughingly shook her head as The Spade sputtered indignantly. She exchanged a quick look with Barry before grabbing The Spade’s chin and forcing him to look at her. “We ever catch you around here again; they’ll have to pick you up with a sieve.”
The Spade nodded quickly, grabbed his coat and practically ran out of the door. Barry grinned at her before offering her is arm. “You ready to beat it kitten?”
Kara smiled before latching onto Barry’s arm. “I think we should start a second career writing pulp detective stories. ‘“The rain fell like dead bullets. When I heard the gunshots, though, I knew - knew beyond the shadow of a doubt - that somewhere in this crappy city The Spade was on the prowl and packing heat.”
Barry patted Kara’s arm before she could continue. “I think we should stick to being heroes.”
1_million_words ENJOYThe life of a superhero was not a glamorous one, not by a long shot and one of the worst parts of the job was meeting new supervillains. This aspect was never fun because you never knew what their destructive power was or how to defeat them.
And the one Kara and Barry was facing was especially draining because it turned out he wasn’t a supervillain at all, just a guy who insisted on speaking as if he was a film noir bad guy and dressing like a 1950’s gangster.
The Spade, as he insisted on being called, took a deep drag of his cigarette before gritting out his line: “Listen up pigeon, keep on riding me and they’re going to be picking iron out of your liver."
Kara and Barry exchanged exasperated looks while they tried to interpret what The Spade was saying. Barry shrugged and held up his phone. “I’ve got nothing but maybe Cisco…”
She didn’t let Barry finish before she stepped towards the would-be villain and tried to look as non-threatening as possible before speaking up. “Look Mr. Spade, we don’t under…”
But The Spade interrupted her before she could finish. “Doll, you like money. You’ve got a great big dollar sign there where most women have a heart."
It took all of Kara’s self-control not to punch The Spade out after hearing that insult, but Barry beat her to it. He grabbed The Spade by the oversized collar of his suit and shook him none too gently. “I’ve had just about enough out of you. You want to recite movie lines; I’ve got a good one for you.”
Barry fixed The Spade with his coolest look before he spoke. “What we have here is a failure to communicate.”
Kara laughingly shook her head as The Spade sputtered indignantly. She exchanged a quick look with Barry before grabbing The Spade’s chin and forcing him to look at her. “We ever catch you around here again; they’ll have to pick you up with a sieve.”
The Spade nodded quickly, grabbed his coat and practically ran out of the door. Barry grinned at her before offering her is arm. “You ready to beat it kitten?”
Kara smiled before latching onto Barry’s arm. “I think we should start a second career writing pulp detective stories. ‘“The rain fell like dead bullets. When I heard the gunshots, though, I knew - knew beyond the shadow of a doubt - that somewhere in this crappy city The Spade was on the prowl and packing heat.”
Barry patted Kara’s arm before she could continue. “I think we should stick to being heroes.”
