Superman introducing his goth boyfriend to the Justice League (Batman founded it, he just doesn't go to meetings and communicates solely in tersely worded emails)
Superman: This is Batman, the terror of Gotham! Vengeance itself! He is the night!
Batman: *incomprehensible growls and mumbles, goes to sulk in the shadows by the door*
We shine on and we really really really like you.
Loved meeting Synthia Kiss from Canada’s Drag Race Season 2 Bratpack and also Juice Boxx whom I go way back with and I unintentionally cosplayed Lemon’s Corinthian reading outfit with them lol. Love these queens for doing a free meet and greet with me <3
a/n: got this from the randomizer too and thought it was so on brand and had to write it, so here's another lil fic for the incorrect quotes challenge!
“I should change my name to bakery ‘cause of all this cake I have” Lemon slurred as she jiggled her ass with her hands in the reflection of a storefront window.
Priyanka was grateful that the store had been long closed and no one was inside to see her friend embarrass herself. Taking one of the blonde’s hands in her own, Priyanka tries to pull her along to get to the parking lot that Juice was waiting for them in.
“C’mon Lem, I know you’re deflecting by making jokes about how hot you are,”
Lemon let out a gasp that nearly echoed through the street, “It’s not a joke!” Playing up the dramatics, she makes a few sniffles, ”I’m a legit snack,”
“Oh god, I am not drunk enough to deal with a drunk you,” Priyanka said exasperatedly, continuing to drag Lemon along until they reached the white Kia Soul parked right where Juice had said she would be.
“Wild night Lem?” Juice asked as she helped her into the back seat.
Lemon nodded as she belted herself in, “Juicey, I’m a snack right?” The blonde said with a pout.
“Of course, my dear, the tastiest snack in all the world,” Juice indulges her, knowing the blonde won’t remember the conversation in the morning.
Lemon laughs smugly, “Ha, see? I told you Pri, I’m a legit snack,”
“Alright Lem, you were right, just like always,” The brunette sighs in response, fondly looking back at the blonde through the car mirror.
A prideful smirk tugs on Lemon’s tired face, “Yep, always right,” She mumbled as her eyelids became heavier and heavier, falling asleep before Juice was able to pull out of the parking lot.