#anyway shout out for the prompt legionairelass

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LOSH Week 2019 - Day 4- Dalliance / Author Interaction

The Author stared at the prompts for the fourth day of Legion Appreciation Week. To be completely honest, she had no idea what the word ‘Dalliance’ meant. She googled the word, ignoring the fact that she was supposed to be paying attention to her Digital Economics lecture.

Now, she could write some angsty shipping fic with the first meaning or an alternately thoughtful gifset of the second meaning. Or, she could just do the other prompt for Day 4. Thanks, anon. I was going to send an ask too about the ‘Author Interaction’ prompt, but…I was lazy.

It was settled. The second prompt, it was.

Garth walked through the headquarters with arms crossed. He hadn’t come across another single team member of the Legion throughout the whole crib. Uh…crib? He meant…clubhouse. Wait no, planet. Uh, space station? Wait a minute…

Running through now what looked to him like a corridor of a very elaborately decorated house, complete with framed photos of the Legion members, he approached a room where he could hear music from within.

Bursting through the doors, Garth finally found his team members.

Only there were too many of them.

You had the regular flagship members that survived boots such as Imra and Rokk (shoutout to his besties), Brainiac 5 (though he couldn’t quite tell which boot he was from) and Mon El who was chilling in a corner. Pre-crisis Kara was playing cards with Brainy, reboot Lyle and threeboot Nura. The new kids – retroboot kids – were flanking a suspicious figure who had made herself comfortable on the couch. There were other legionnaires in the room, however describing all of them would take too long.

“What the sprock is going on here? Is this another Legion of Three – ” Chemical Kid lowered his shades, to which Garth rolled his eyes. “ – Legion of Four Worlds.”

The figure in the middle laughed.

“Naïve child.” She shook her head. “This…this is the new reboot. Doomsday Clock is going on too long, and thus leaving many poor souls…” She gasped for dramatic effect. “Legionless.”

Oookay.

“I have taken it upon my own hands to write my own reboot.” She cackled. “One where I can interchange the characters at any moment I choose. Observe!” With a Thanos-like finger snap, she replaced Threeboot Nura with Pre-Crisis Nura.  “This is a pretty handy trick. Unfortunately, the side effect is that everyone can only speak in rap.”

As if on queue, Kara laid down her card while saying, “They hungry for the cookie, so I cook it right up.”

Garth shook his head. “Really?”

“I didn’t say what kind of rap.”

“Okay. So why am I not rapping?” Garth asked.

“Hahahaha,” the Author laughed. “I’m not so talented a writer that I could write this whole conversation with you rapping. Or at least rhyming. I mean I could probably try.”

“Not to detract, but in fact. Where’s your game at? Gonna talk smack, unless you talk back.” Garth covered his mouth. “Those bars were wack.”

“See what I mean?” The Author sighed. “Oh, by the way in case people haven’t seen my tumblr page, my name’s Dina and yes, in my new Legion boot they are rappers.”

“So what, is this Rap-boot or something then?”

“Nah, I’ve renamed the Legion. They’re not even the Legion anymore. They’re called…Dina’s Alliance.”

“That’s total nass.”

“Whatever Livewire.” Garth wanted to retort that Livewire didn’t sound that bad, but he kept his mouth shut.

“Dina’s Alliance is a bit of a mouthful,” Garth said, instead.

“Yeah, so that’s why I’m shortening it to D-Alliance.”

“…”

“…”

“…Is that supposed to be the punchline of this fic?”

“…Pretty much.”

(A/N: Hi! Hi! <3 So yeah lolol I wanted to make a pun so you got this as my entry instead of a nice gifset roftlmao. Anyway - )

“What is this cringy thing that popped up here?” asked Garth.

“It’s an Author’s Note, duh,” said Dina. “I’m clearly doing a throwback to old fics. Geez, Gen-Zs these days amirite?”

(A/N: You’re so right, he interrupted me, what a rude child.)

“Oi, I’ve existed since before you were born. Also, you do realise you’re talking to yourself?”

“Urgh, shush, details.” Dina got up. “Well, this was fun. Now that I’m done with the pun.” She raised a hand. “Time to go.” She snapped her fingers again.

And all was back to normal, with Garth waking up in his rightful boot, with only vague memories of a strange dream.

Dina looked in on the comic universe, smiling.

And that was the end of my ‘period of brief or casual involvement’ with the Legion.