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KRYPTONITE 12. John was always watching people. Partly out of self-defence, partly because he found people interesting. Of course, most people were also complete idiots, but that didn't mean they weren't interesting idiots. Like Bobby, who, in John's opinion, qualified for both. He was a dork, yeah, but he could be really funny sometimes. Not that John had any intention of sharing that with Bobby. If Bobby got any idea that he was amusing, life wouldn't be worth living. John smirked to himself, ducking his head further into the comicbook trade he was reading. And Bobby had the prettiest blue eyes John had ever seen. Like a clear blue sky or something. He was definitely not telling Bobby that. "Hey, Johnny, what'cha doing?" John looked up from Killing Joke and into the above mentioned blue eyes. "Um. Reading. And don't call me that," he added, although Johnny was infinitly better than St. John. Bobby made a face at him. John made a face back. Bobby grinned. "Want to do something? Besides reading?" He filled the last word with as much disgust as a twelve year old could. Bobby hated books. And most things with words. If pressed, he'd maybe admit that Teen Titans was alright. John rolled his eyes. "Uncultured heathen." He then made the mistake of looking at Bobby and his puppy dog eyes again. John sighed deeply. "Yeah, all right. What?" * "Oh damn it all to hell," John said in dismay, watching his one copy of 'The Dark Knight Returns' going up in flames. He'd been holding the trade with one hand and flipping open the lighter with the other, and that had worked just fine before. Except this time he'd been distracted and... John poked the book, trying to call the flames back. Not that it would do much good, but he had to try. The flames danced higher, meeting his hand, saying hello, but they didn't leave the book. John sighed and held the book a little firmer. He could feel the heat, it just didn't hurt him. He walked out of his room and down the hallway, looking for Bobby. He found him in the kitchen, eating ice cream. "Hey, Bobby. Put this out for me? Without wrecking it?" "Dude, it's on fire," Bobby pointed out, shoving his spoon back into the icecream. "How much more damage could I do? And anyway, there's a sink right there." "But, it's my DKR..." Bobby rolled his eyes. "Geek. Okay, get it over here, I'll see what I can do." * 13. "Okay. John, you have issues. Like, huge, enormous --" John waved his hands around wildly. "I'm telling you, Mr. Summers is Batman! Well, maybe not Batman 'cause he's fictional and all, but nearly Batman!" "---Would you like to talk about your really fantastically big issues?" Bobby asked kindly, obviously still not believeing a word John was saying. John wondered if he was explaining it wrong. "I don't have... Look. I saw Mr. Summers in this leather suit, okay? And he--" "Oh god, stop talking! My mind is burning." Bobby looked pained. John trailed off. "What?" "Did you HAVE to mention Mr. Summers and leather in the same sentence? Oh god, now I did it too. I'll never be clean." Bobby whimpered. "It burns, it burns. Uncleeeean." "Get your mind out of the gutter! Jesus! Here I am, trying to tell you that the faculty are, like, superheroes, and what do you do? Head straight for the disgusting porn." John waved his hands around again. "I give up." "Wait. The faculty are what?" Bobby asked the air after John had stomped off in a sulk. * 14. John stared at the screen for a while, then turned and looked accusingly towards Bobby. "You said Batman was on." "That's Batman, right there." The accusing look turned to one of deep disgust. "That's fucking Batman and Robin, that is." Bobby blinked and grabbed another hand full of popcorn. "So?" "It's crap, Bobby. Even you have to see that!" John waved a hand towards the tv. "And it's so, so..." He trailed off, blushing suddenly. Bobby arched an eyebrow interestedly. John muttered something, sinking deeply down in the couch. "It's so what? Hey, John, what? Whaaat? Whatwhatwhat?" "...Camp," John said finally, lifting his head to glare. "It's gayer than the fricking Gay Pride Parade, okay? It's so totally against everything that Batman stands for and, and it's, that's not Nightwing, okay? It's not even Tim Drake! Or Jason Todd! It's some sort of really --" John pushed him. "Stop laughing!" Bobby put his hand over his mouth, trying to keep the giggles in. "I'm not laughing," he protested, unconvincingly. "Well, stop it. This movie single handedly destroyed the Batman movie franchise. I'm bitter." "Yeah, I got that. Oh, look! Alicia Silverstone!" "She's not a redhead, she's not Batgirl, and anyway," John took a deep breath. Bobby grinned to himself. Watching comicbook based movies with John was always an experience. Frequently a hilarious one as long as you didn't mind biting commentary from John, who rarely liked anything, and probably thought comicbook movies existed solely to piss him off. "Oh, look at that," John moaned, pained. "Oh god. What's he doing? Why's he..." He shook his head. "I have no love. Look at that! Dick would totally have vaulted over that -- Crap actor doesn't have the body for Dick!" Bobby's head jerked up, he stared at John, he lifted his hand, he lowered it again. He snorted. John stopped ranting long enough to give Bobby a mildly bemused look. "Well, he doesn't. I mean, look at his legs. Are those the legs of a gymnast? He's just not... bendy enough, you know?" "I know now," Bobby grinned. "Did it ever occour to you that maybe you're taking this a little too seriously?" John gave him a blank look. "No." "Right." Bobby nodded. * 15. Bobby stared at Jubilee. "What?" "He is! I mean, he totally --" "Jubes, John is geek," Bobby said incredulously. "Like, with comics and books and whatever. You know. Geek." "No way!" "Way." "But he's mean." Bobby couldn't help the grin that appeared on his face. "Well, yeah, a little. But seriously, John's never been in a gang. And never will be. He thinks most people are too stupid to talk too, never mind follow." Jubilee regarded him suspiciously. "He likes you, though. And you're not that smart." "...Thanks a lot." "No offence." "Uh-huh. I'll have you know I teach math to half the people here. I'm plenty smart." "You don't seem it." "And you think John's mean." Bobby arched his eyebrows at her. Jubilee reddened. "I didn't mean it like that." * 16. "You only wish you were as cool as the Midnighter," John said, sounding kind of shocky, a few seconds after Bobby came up for air. "John," Bobby said, reasonably, or as reasonably as he could while still trying to get his breath back, "Midnighter is a comic book character. I think I can be cooler than a comic book character." "All these years," John said, still sounding a little vague, "And you still haven't learned anything." Bobby looked into his eyes. They really were kind of out. This would be blackmail material for years. "You know," he said, "if this was Superman and Batman right here, right now, they'd be making out instead of making stupid comments." John blinked and actually looked at him. "You really haven't learned anything, have you?" Bobby sighed. It really was kind of sad. "I mean," John said, "The Comics Code alone --" Bobby was pleased to note that, the next time the need for oxygen came up, John seemed to have joined him in complete lack of interest.
I took a walk around the world to ease my troubled mind
I watched the world float to the dark side of the moon
* If I go crazy then will you still call me Superman
You called me strong, you called me weak,
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