Disclaimer: Don't own anything Buffy or DC.A/N:
Just a random three-in-the-morning ficlet that came about because of vague recollections I have from debates with friends long ago about Superman and dating a mortal woman that were brought back into the forefront by a reference to the Man of Steel, Woman of Kleenex
thing. (Which I'm off to read now.)
We're pretending Superman is single here.
Holey Sex, Batman!
Superman had just asked her out. Seriously. In front of Willow, Xander, Batman and Robin. That was so far beyond freaksome. Especially since Andrew and Xander had been debating Superman's ability to date a human woman. Yeah, he was hot, but...
“I- I can't!” Buffy stuttered, wide-eyed. “I mean, you're hot and nice and I like you but what if we went out and we liked each other a lot
and then we had sex and you went evil, or worse! What if we had sex and you... you know... and I end up with a hole in my back?”
She was being gaped at. And now... oh dear Lord! She was turning bright red as she realized exactly what she said. And now Xander and Willow were laughing at her, Robin's shoulders were shaking like he was trying hard not
to laugh, Batman turned away, and Superman was just staring at her with his mouth nearly unhinged. She couldn't take it anymore and fled the scene, certain that she was red from her head to her toes. Had she stayed around a bit longer, she would have heard a bewildered Superman asking where in the world she got that idea from. And as Xander most definitely was not
going to tell him... well. He was laughing too hard, anyway.
Word Count: 22212 May 2012