Sneaky like a sneaking thing...

[daaayum.livejournal.com]

After that stupid POS AI had let her free (bitch lied about the cake, but she'd known that from the last time), Leela had immediately high-tailed it to look for several individuals she wanted to pounce in greeting. So here she is, lurking in wait, after tracking down her prey.

She peers around the corner of the hallwways, she runs, and she pounces.

Watch out, victim!

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[mrsarcastic003]

Tim walks along the hallway, humming absently to himself. He's being followed. He knows he's being followed. As Robin and as a current former card-carrying member of the "Creepy Stalker Club," it would take someone like, well, Batman to sneak up on him.

But since that's how his current stalker wants to play this... fine. He walks. And hums. Blithely.

[daaayum.livejournal.com]

There is pouncing. Extreme pouncing--the kind of pouncing that's very easy to dodge out of the way to let someone's own momentum send them to the ground.

The only problem is that whole being-able-to-anticipate-his-moves-with-precog thing, which might complicate things if Tim attempts that.

[mrsarcastic003]

Tim tries to dodge, but somehow gets tangled up in his stalker's limbs anyway. "What the--"

Wait a second.

He knows that face. Those legs. That smug little grin.

"Leela?!"

[daaayum.livejournal.com]

Now straddling him, she punches his shoulder.

"That's for forgetting me, even if it was temporary, you freaky little bastard."

But it's not said without affection.

[mrsarcastic003]

He tries to fend off her hands, laughing. "I'm freaky? You're the one that stalked me through the halls and pounced on me like some freaky little hunting cat. In comparison? I am the picture of sanity and normalcy."

[daaayum.livejournal.com]

"Says the guy that thinks a cape and mask is casualwear." The punching is now less punching and more nudgey and tickly, and then she leans down and stretches out against his chest, looking all the world like, yes, a cat.

"I know you didn't remember to miss me, but I bet you would have if you could have. That's what I'm thinkin'."

[mrsarcastic003]

"I missed you in retrospect," he tells her solemnly. "I pined. I was a broken shell of a man."

[daaayum.livejournal.com]

"It pained you down in the very core of your being. Those sleepless nights, the worry, the agonizing sense of loss..." she says, and picks up the edge of his cape with her fingers. "This cape was soaked with tears of many a lonely night."

[mrsarcastic003]

He nods sadly. "Words cannot express the grief I have felt--in hindsight, of course."

[daaayum.livejournal.com]

"You could say the pain and angst was retconned in."

[mrsarcastic003]

He gives her a grave look. "But everyone knows retcons are never as good as the original storyline. Do you think we should complain to the editors?"

[daaayum.livejournal.com]

"You think she'd listen? Bitch lies about cake."

And now she just laughs, and her expression gets a little more guarded.

"Jumping through hoops helped me blow off some steam with the...with the thing."

With the Nightmare King. But the last person she'd talked to before she'd been grabbed had been Tim, and there'd been the talking.

And the kissing.

"You know how I told you I'd still want to mack on you a week later or the week after that, and so on?"

[mrsarcastic003]

"...Yes..." he says, eying her almost cautiously. "I won't hold you to that, if you're worried. I mean, I may have to commit ritual suicide to prove my undying devotion--especially in light of my recent retrospect in grief, but..." He gives her a slight, teasing smile.

[daaayum.livejournal.com]

She kisses him, long and hard.

And then sits up again.

"I was gonna say, before you started babbling like a moron, that I still feel the same way."

[mrsarcastic003]

"I wasn't--" ...Yes, he totally was babbling like a moron, wasn't he?

"Well... I'm glad, because so do I. And I like feeling you this way, too." You know. On top of him. He smirks.

[daaayum.livejournal.com]

She laughs loudly.

"Okay, I wanna see this dirty side of you more often. I show you mine often enough."

[mrsarcastic003]

He raises his eyebrows in mock-surprise. "I'm sure I don't have any idea what you're talking about," he says in his most Alfred-like tones.

[daaayum.livejournal.com]

"Mmm hmm. I'm sure you don't."

She finally sits up and off to the side, letting him sit up, too.

"What's happened since I've been gone? Anything interesting or same old tentacles?"

[mrsarcastic003]

"Oh, you know. This. That. The other thing." He shrugs slightly, pulling himself up into a sitting position. "Mostly the same old tentacles, though, with a few new faces."

[daaayum.livejournal.com]

"Alright, well. I got other people to tackle then. But how about after that, I meet up with you and we find some way to occupy the time," she suggests. "I'm sure we can think of something."

[mrsarcastic003]

"We're pretty creative people," he says with a grin. "I'm sure we can come up with something."

[twelvevoltman.livejournal.com]

Jaws theme.

Unsuspecting friend is unsuspecting.

[daaayum.livejournal.com]

There is tackling. It's way less sexy than when she tackle Tim and way more friendly. There are likely noogies involved.

[twelvevoltman.livejournal.com]

Allen has a couple good qualities. He's smart, obviously. As far as athletics go, he's remarkably dextrous, has excellent hand-eye coordination, and his aim is not to be sneezed at.

He also knows how to fall without hurting himself. Which is a good thing, because Leela is a solid block of woman-muscle, and for all Allen's athletic virtues, strength is not one of them.

Thud.

"Oh God. Oh God. My coif. My perfectly styled coif."

The deadpan is Allen's way of showing his love.

[daaayum.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, it's all me and not the fact you've got a Jewfro as the reason your hair's messed up," she says, equally deadpan, hugging the crap out of him.