Potential DPxDC Prompt x3
In between their graduation from high school and the start of their college careers, Tucker and Danny collaborate on a small podcast where they mostly chitchatted about various topics from "Is a hotdog a sandwich?" to "Why the Justice League sucks." That last one upped their viewership, but most of that died off when the next three episodes were titled "The Best Eats in Nowhere, Illinois," where they trolled through Elmerton and Amity Park for the various chain and local restaurants, eating at and rating them with a very qualitative, subjective, and nonsensical scale, until they get to the Nasty Burger.
The Nasty Burger gets an episode all to itself, describing the lore of how the "T" in the original "Tasty" fell off, the sign got tagged with an "N," and how, after it took years for the owners to fix the sign, they officially renamed the place "The Nasty Burger" because that's what everyone called it, even changing the menu and marketing that had stubbornly stuck to Tasty Burger all those years. (Tucker shows off his vintage Tasty Burger shirt as a flex of his loyalty). They order and eat every food item in one sitting (even the vegan ones), and rate Nasty Burger 20/10, the best local burger place you can find. After the drop off that came from reviewing places like "The Lucky Sombrero Irish Pub and Taquería," they didn't expect the clapback they got from the most unexpected place: Gotham, New Jersey.
A small but very robust group of Gothamites were calling bullshit on the review, daring them to come to Gotham for their own local burger chain, The Batburger. Tucker and Danny sense a great challenge and a new episode idea, and Sam agrees to fund the trip when they declare the vegan options at the Batburger were far superior ("I funeded the separate grill myself at Nasty! Bet they cook their bean burgers in beef grease.") Of course, she's also coming along.
So Tucker, Sam, and Danny hit the road with a teaser that they're taking up the challenge and coming to Gotham, and they'd be proving these uppity commentators WRONG.
Meanwhile, The Batclan are a bit shocked to realize that their comments actually motivated the hosts of one of their favorite dumb podcasts, which appeared on their radar after the "JL sucks" episode, to visit Gotham. Wouldn't it be hilarious if they tracked them down and got to see their reactions in person?
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Feverish cuddles
Just a fluffy thing with feverish Seline and the boys.
The door opened and closed with a thud way too loud for Seline's ears.
She wasn't sure what was wrong. Just that she felt like when she had low sugar after coffee or something super sweet - she was shaky, vaguely nauseous and brittle. But eating didn't help, in fact, the baguette she got herself on the way was sitting all weird in her stomach.
Too greasy. She already hated thinking about her, and it was just a half an hour ago.
The living room alight despite the late evening darkness.
Matthew was sprawled laying on the couch, taking every centerimeter of it while reading a book.
"You are still at it?"
Matthew grunted, not even looking up.
Seline hadn't expected him to be such a bookworm. He liked boxing and working out and looking at his muscled arms and abs in the mirror when he thought no one was looking. He was the towering kind of tough guy one could mistake for a bodyguard, with a perpetual frown and he was proud of it.
So how he could grab a book and spend three days unresponsive by reading it was a real surprise.
A wave of affection at the sight had her letting go of her back and wiggling out of her shoes and coat half-heartedly. She didn't have the energy to be neat or to go all the way upstairs to her room to change clothes.
Seline shuffled to the couch, leaning her knees against the edge.
It took a few long seconds of staring unmovingly for Matt to look up. "What?!"
"Move," she said with a grin.
"Huh?"
She rolled her eyes and then simply flopped right in top of him.
Matthew's breath caught as he moved his hands and book out of the way. Seline sprawled across his chest and waist, laying on top of him, side of her face pressed against his collar bone. "You can't have the couch all for yourself," she chided.
She felt Matthew's deep sigh under her ear, whole chest moving up and down. "You could have said something. I can expand the couch-"
"Nah, this is fine."
Matthew scoffed. "Yeah, for you maybe."
When she didn't move, he raised himself up with her on top, letting her flip backwards against the other end. He was mumbling something in that complaining voice of his that Seline knew was harmless at this point as he expanded the couch to the size of a twin bed.
He lied back down on it on his back, only to splatter for air like a cat, when she glued herself to his side again.
"You have space. Roll over there."
"Noooo. You are warm." She knew it sounded whiny and she didn't care. Her hands and feet were freezing, everything was uncomfortable and her bones weighed her down. No way she was giving up on any comfort in vicinity.
She threw her hand over his waist and when he grumbled but didn't move away, relaxed. When she closed her eyes, the world didn't spin as much anymore.
Her back was still cold, only her front warmed by Matthew's incredible body heat. She let her hand slide to Matthew's stomach, finding the rim of his shirt and going under it to naked skin.
That had him shooting up in panic. "Oww! That's cold! What are you doing?!"
Her lips curled, her blue eyes wide and glassy, blinking innocently.
Matthew growled something. "When is your boyfriend coming home? Go freeze him."
But he settled back down, which she took as permission to plant both of her hands under his shirt, warmth immediately spreading all over her.
Matthew's arm came sneaking around her back, letting him lie on his shoulder, his strong arm around her. Tugging her closer while he lifted the book with his other hand to continue reading.
Seline wasn't sure if she shouldn't be offended he wasn't paying her more attention...but he was warm and comfy. She slid her hands over his stomach, flat and warm and toned, breathing out. If he found it weird, he didn't comment.
She must have drifted off to sleep, cause the next thing she knew was Isaiah kneeling next to her on the sofa.
"Hey, what's wrong with her? Did something happen?" Isaiah stoked the top of her head.
"I don't know. Didn't say. She came, attacked me and didn't move since."
Isaiah chuckled. "Oh, yes, you such a helpless victim of her attack."
He cupped the side of her face and she groaned slightly.
"This is strange. She is always so chipper and happy, when she comes back from work." He threaded his hand through her hair.
"Take her. She is overheating me," Matthew said, turning another page.
She felt Isaiah's cold lips on the side of her forehead, making a happy little noise. He didn't move for a while though.
"Yep, she's got a fever."
Ah, that was it, then.
"Sel, would you like some water? Thermometer? Paralen?" Isaiah offered.
Seline didn't open her eyes, her eyelids were too heavy. But she knew what she wanted, turning around to reach for him.
Isaiah smiled. "Baby, come on. I'll get you to bed."
"No. Stay." A shiver run down her spine. She loved it when he called her that.
"I'll be right back," he said, amused and soft and concerned all at once. How could someone say Isaiah was unfeeling? She could hear so many things in his voice.
Isaish left, which elicted a whine out of her.
Matthew all but fumed next to her at the discomfort. "Geez, he just went to hang his precious suit. Get a grip."
Seline hugged herself tightly, cold now without Matt's arm around her. "Don't be mean. I have a fever."
She could tell he rolled his eyes, shifting on the bed all annoyed, but he put the back of his hand gently to her cheek after. "Just a little. Don't be so dramatic."
Then he got up to get a blanket from the other corner of the couch, draping it over her.
Isaiah came soon after, sliding under the blanket beside her.
Seline wrapped herself around him immediately. He was warm, smelled of coffee, chocolate and coconut and let her press her face against his neck.
Isaiah rubbed the top of her back, between her shoulders, the other hand hooked in her hair at the back of her head.
Matthew turned on his side, towards them, the book rustling in his grip. But he was closer now, his stomach and chest against her back.
Seline was basically sandwiched between them both, warm from all directions. The little discomfort of the fever and shakiness was still there, but the tension melted away, her chest filling up with warm fuzziness.
She sighed contendly.
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