Some people take their collecting seriously. Comic Book Guy is one of them. Babs is another.
Context Free Vignettes presents: Oracle's Favourite Obsession.
Anna1 (11:12 PM) :
And good news: Another part of that little Scarecrow comic has been
posted. Quincy can speak if he drinks soup. :D
Bruce: *takes away his soup.*
Quincy: No! Bees!
Bruce: There's the Quincy we all know and love!
Alfred: Master Bruce, you have a strange idea of sanity.
Alfred: Sir, would you like to come with me? A few men with white coats would like a word with you.
Bruce: Oh?
Quincy: *sip sip* No! The straitjackets!
Bruce: *goes on the run with Quincy.*
Alfred: *facepalm.*
Dick: I can't help but feel a little responsible.
Babs: Yeah, all those subtle digs...
Dick: Encouraged by you.
Babs: Yeah :sigh: Hey, I needed a hobby.
Dick: You couldn't have collected stamps like a normal person?
Babs: We're not normal. Ex-crime-fighter here, remember?
Dick: Ex? So what do you call passing out much villian-foiling information and the occasional botty-kicking, Miss Oracle?
Babs: ...
I call it recognising rhetorical questions, smarty *beans him with plushy-Nightwing* Besides, what other hobbies would you rather I do? Phoenix-spotting like Clark?
Dick: Ah... no. You'd be forever photographing me for your notebooks.
Babs: What makes you think I haven't already, cute-Phoenix?
Dick: Eep.
Babs: *evil grin.*
Disembodied voice: Don't listen to her! All the photos were destroyed!
Dick: Bruce? Where are you?
Bruce: On the run with Quincy! Alfred sent the men in white coats after me!
Dick: Well, it had to happen eventually. *sigh*
Alfred: Indeed Master Dick - you were just mentioning how you felt responsible.
Dick: Wow, Alfred - you're turning into a narrator now?
Alfred: Indeed, young sir. *picks up a bound volume labelled "The Denton Affair" and peers over it* Indeed. (yes, it is the reference you think!)
Babs: You'd better run boyo! It took me forever to get all those pictures!
Bruce: Eep. (and faintly: Bees!)
Babs: Well, twinkletoes, looks like we'll have to start all over again with the pictures.
Dick: Um... can't you get copies from Clark?
Babs: For starters. But he doesn't have all the ones I'm thinking of.
Dick: He... *realises* oh!
Babs: *grins* We're going to have fun with this!
Dick: No more pictures in the shower!
Babs: No, you will get in the shower! *evil grin.* You have to eventually.
Dick: No I don't! It's bubble baths from now on!
Babs: *stops as she considers this from all perspectives*
Alfred: I'm afraid you've just dug yourself in deeper and given Miss Barbara... ideas... now, lad. Nothing to do now but stop resisting already and surrender to the inevitable!
Dick: Besides, all my neighbors, you, Dinah, Helena, and probably a few others have seen me! Everyone walks in on me in the middle of my shower!
Babs: Well...um...
Dick: Do you tell people when I walk in?!
Babs: I'm Oracle. I know everything...yes.
Dick: *horrified look.*
Babs: What?
Dick: Now I understand the bizarre joke that Riddler made one night...why did you tell HIM?!
Babs: Riddler? Wait... *sigh* Ivy is such a tattle-tale at times...
Dick: *sigh* It's a wonder all Gotham *and* the Titans haven't also seen...
Babs: Mmm-hm... one moment hon. *to phone* Zinda? Hi, it's me. Look, can you ask Dinah and Helena next time if they've got some certain photos?...
Dick: Ack!
Dick: Everyone knows?!
Babs: Yep.
Bruce: The Joker knows! Give me a...moment...and I'll check with Ra's!
Dick: The disembodied voice is creepy. You realize that, right?
Bruce: Yes, I know. It's good for scaring villains. Quincy, eat some more soup....
Dick: *rolls eyes*
Bruce: OK, I'm holding a 3 way conversation. Ra's is trying to stab my Phoenix self, while I'm on the run and also talking to you!
Dick: Headache?
Bruce: A little. OK--Ra's knows now. Wait--he's laughing. Oooh...that had to hurt.
Dick: What happened?!
Bruce: He fell off the cliff--he's bouncing off the rocks!
Quincy: *slurp* That's even better than my success sneaking up behind people and making them fall. Well done! *snerk*
Dick: Great. I'm a Figure of Fun in the superheroing community.
Babs: Just for now. And besides... what a figure!
Dick: Hey! Not in front of Alfred!
Alfred: *rolls his eyes* Oh please, Master Dick. It's not as if it hasn't been obvious for... oh, I don't know... since you two first met! Even my other self thought so.
Let us depart now, as Alfred would like, if he may, to take us on a strange journey.
Context Free Vignettes presents: Oracle's Favourite Obsession.
Anna1 (11:12 PM) :
And good news: Another part of that little Scarecrow comic has been
posted. Quincy can speak if he drinks soup. :D
Bruce: *takes away his soup.*
Quincy: No! Bees!
Bruce: There's the Quincy we all know and love!
Alfred: Master Bruce, you have a strange idea of sanity.
Alfred: Sir, would you like to come with me? A few men with white coats would like a word with you.
Bruce: Oh?
Quincy: *sip sip* No! The straitjackets!
Bruce: *goes on the run with Quincy.*
Alfred: *facepalm.*
Dick: I can't help but feel a little responsible.
Babs: Yeah, all those subtle digs...
Dick: Encouraged by you.
Babs: Yeah :sigh: Hey, I needed a hobby.
Dick: You couldn't have collected stamps like a normal person?
Babs: We're not normal. Ex-crime-fighter here, remember?
Dick: Ex? So what do you call passing out much villian-foiling information and the occasional botty-kicking, Miss Oracle?
Babs: ...
I call it recognising rhetorical questions, smarty *beans him with plushy-Nightwing* Besides, what other hobbies would you rather I do? Phoenix-spotting like Clark?
Dick: Ah... no. You'd be forever photographing me for your notebooks.
Babs: What makes you think I haven't already, cute-Phoenix?
Dick: Eep.
Babs: *evil grin.*
Disembodied voice: Don't listen to her! All the photos were destroyed!
Dick: Bruce? Where are you?
Bruce: On the run with Quincy! Alfred sent the men in white coats after me!
Dick: Well, it had to happen eventually. *sigh*
Alfred: Indeed Master Dick - you were just mentioning how you felt responsible.
Dick: Wow, Alfred - you're turning into a narrator now?
Alfred: Indeed, young sir. *picks up a bound volume labelled "The Denton Affair" and peers over it* Indeed. (yes, it is the reference you think!)
Babs: You'd better run boyo! It took me forever to get all those pictures!
Bruce: Eep. (and faintly: Bees!)
Babs: Well, twinkletoes, looks like we'll have to start all over again with the pictures.
Dick: Um... can't you get copies from Clark?
Babs: For starters. But he doesn't have all the ones I'm thinking of.
Dick: He... *realises* oh!
Babs: *grins* We're going to have fun with this!
Dick: No more pictures in the shower!
Babs: No, you will get in the shower! *evil grin.* You have to eventually.
Dick: No I don't! It's bubble baths from now on!
Babs: *stops as she considers this from all perspectives*
Alfred: I'm afraid you've just dug yourself in deeper and given Miss Barbara... ideas... now, lad. Nothing to do now but stop resisting already and surrender to the inevitable!
Dick: Besides, all my neighbors, you, Dinah, Helena, and probably a few others have seen me! Everyone walks in on me in the middle of my shower!
Babs: Well...um...
Dick: Do you tell people when I walk in?!
Babs: I'm Oracle. I know everything...yes.
Dick: *horrified look.*
Babs: What?
Dick: Now I understand the bizarre joke that Riddler made one night...why did you tell HIM?!
Babs: Riddler? Wait... *sigh* Ivy is such a tattle-tale at times...
Dick: *sigh* It's a wonder all Gotham *and* the Titans haven't also seen...
Babs: Mmm-hm... one moment hon. *to phone* Zinda? Hi, it's me. Look, can you ask Dinah and Helena next time if they've got some certain photos?...
Dick: Ack!
Dick: Everyone knows?!
Babs: Yep.
Bruce: The Joker knows! Give me a...moment...and I'll check with Ra's!
Dick: The disembodied voice is creepy. You realize that, right?
Bruce: Yes, I know. It's good for scaring villains. Quincy, eat some more soup....
Dick: *rolls eyes*
Bruce: OK, I'm holding a 3 way conversation. Ra's is trying to stab my Phoenix self, while I'm on the run and also talking to you!
Dick: Headache?
Bruce: A little. OK--Ra's knows now. Wait--he's laughing. Oooh...that had to hurt.
Dick: What happened?!
Bruce: He fell off the cliff--he's bouncing off the rocks!
Quincy: *slurp* That's even better than my success sneaking up behind people and making them fall. Well done! *snerk*
Dick: Great. I'm a Figure of Fun in the superheroing community.
Babs: Just for now. And besides... what a figure!
Dick: Hey! Not in front of Alfred!
Alfred: *rolls his eyes* Oh please, Master Dick. It's not as if it hasn't been obvious for... oh, I don't know... since you two first met! Even my other self thought so.
Let us depart now, as Alfred would like, if he may, to take us on a strange journey.