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senmutTitle: Fly Boys and Pretty Birds
Fandom: DCU Comics (JLA:YO)
Character: Dinah Lance(&Hal Jordan)
Theme Set: Table 4
Prompt: Noise
Rating: General Audiences / PG
Spoilers/Warnings: none
"So, do your own ears ring when you cut loose with that Cry of yours?" Hal asked with a rakish grin over the shared milkshake. He knew good and well that, despite her attempt to show off a maturity, she was all but jailbait for him.
He couldn't help himself, watching the way Dinah's lips wrapped around the straw, her eyes on him the whole while.
"Not unless it's amplified and directed back at me; found that out the hard way," she admitted. "I get white-noise effect, protecting me from it."
"Probably for the best; it's damned effective. The way you pushed Grundy — whoa, hey, what is it?"
"Reminded me too much of how I don't know the limits," she admitted, having lost her playful gamine look at the reminder. "It's not like I've had the ability to truly test it all that much in a controlled environment."
"How's a flight test range sound for setting that up?" Hal challenged. "We've got plenty of junk that you can demolish, I can get that kid Kord to come monitor with his doodads and spectra-whatevers?"
She lit back up, before giving him the most suspicious look he'd seen on her yet. "Hal, are you doing this to get something, or…"
"Scout's honor — yes I was one — that I want my teammate comfortable with her power." He then laughed a little. "The dates are completely separate from that. I like to earn a lady's graces the old-fashioned way."
She smiled at him. "Well, I do like the jacket, and you are rather handsome," she teased him. "Maybe my graces, as you put it, are within reach."
Hal smiled. "We'll just see how you feel after the movie." He had the feeling this friendship was going to last, even if that's all it was.
Fandom: DCU Comics (JLA:YO)
Character: Dinah Lance(&Hal Jordan)
Theme Set: Table 4
Prompt: Noise
Rating: General Audiences / PG
Spoilers/Warnings: none
Fly Boys and Pretty Birds
"So, do your own ears ring when you cut loose with that Cry of yours?" Hal asked with a rakish grin over the shared milkshake. He knew good and well that, despite her attempt to show off a maturity, she was all but jailbait for him.
He couldn't help himself, watching the way Dinah's lips wrapped around the straw, her eyes on him the whole while.
"Not unless it's amplified and directed back at me; found that out the hard way," she admitted. "I get white-noise effect, protecting me from it."
"Probably for the best; it's damned effective. The way you pushed Grundy — whoa, hey, what is it?"
"Reminded me too much of how I don't know the limits," she admitted, having lost her playful gamine look at the reminder. "It's not like I've had the ability to truly test it all that much in a controlled environment."
"How's a flight test range sound for setting that up?" Hal challenged. "We've got plenty of junk that you can demolish, I can get that kid Kord to come monitor with his doodads and spectra-whatevers?"
She lit back up, before giving him the most suspicious look he'd seen on her yet. "Hal, are you doing this to get something, or…"
"Scout's honor — yes I was one — that I want my teammate comfortable with her power." He then laughed a little. "The dates are completely separate from that. I like to earn a lady's graces the old-fashioned way."
She smiled at him. "Well, I do like the jacket, and you are rather handsome," she teased him. "Maybe my graces, as you put it, are within reach."
Hal smiled. "We'll just see how you feel after the movie." He had the feeling this friendship was going to last, even if that's all it was.
