"How does a long-dead soldier of Washington’s command turn back up again, amnesiac, braced for attack, ready to stir shit up again?" Burr said thoughtfully, snapping his fingers in time with the words. "Does that scan right, what do you think?"
"Jesus H. Tapdancing Christ," muttered Hercules.
"Slam poetry nights at the Fraunces Tavern," Burr said, and took his pizza back as he left.
This fic is:
a) based (somewhat vaguely) on the summary of a Harlequin romance novel
b) set in one of those nebulous modern AUs that make absolutely no sense if you look at them too closely
5 Apr 2016
In the aftermath of Dawn of Justice, one intrepid author gives the new movieverse a good Dicking.
Ricki falls in love too easily. It makes him useful. It makes him easy to use.