i finally get to use this icon in context this is amazing

[iron-fister.livejournal.com]

WHO: Jason Todd and Daniel Rand
WHERE: Wherever Jason lives.
WHEN: RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW
WARNINGS: Here lies hideous suits.
SUMMARY: Danny was serious about that pink-sequined suit. He even wore his own embarrassment to encourage Jason.
FORMAT: Oh my god quicklog I am so tired of writing long things



[Danny is standing outside Jason's door wearing his own hideous suit, and holding Jason's in one hand. It's... probably the most hideous thing ever. Which is why Danny's wearing his suit. Because, hey! You never know, maybe he'll be less embarrassed.]

[Anyway, Danny's knocking on the door now.]

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[deadredbird.livejournal.com]

[At first there is no answer. Then there's the sound of deadbolts being hastily undone and Jason wrenches the door open. See that camera up there? Yeah.]

Danny. What the fuck. Get in here before somebody drops dead of vicarious embarrassment.

[iron-fister.livejournal.com]

You mean you?

[Shoving the pink suit into your chest now. Not moving until you take it.]

Take the goddamn suit.

[deadredbird.livejournal.com]

What?

[automatically takes it, then realizes what it IS]

.............. Danny.

[iron-fister.livejournal.com]

[Okay, he took it. Walking into the house now. Plops down on a chair. Smirks oh-so-evilly at Jason.]

Yes, Jason?

[deadredbird.livejournal.com]

[SHUTS THE DOOR and tosses the suit right back at Danny.]

You are a sick, sad man.

[There's a table covered with dismantled explosives parts, a carton of takeout on the kitchen counter, and a cat that Jason is just pretending isn't there.]

[iron-fister.livejournal.com]

[Oh no you didn't, bitch.]

You're wearing the goddamn suit.

[He's also eying that takeout over there.]

[deadredbird.livejournal.com]

Because?

[That takeout is totally General Tso's chicken. Mm, MSG.]

[iron-fister.livejournal.com]

[Oh god, his one weakness.]

Because it was a lot of money and I wore this stupid suit so you better put that one on, or so help me...

[Yeah, he's totally sidling over to that takeout.]

[deadredbird.livejournal.com]

Are you seriously threatening me with a suit and trying to steal my food?

[Even the cat is staring, Danny.]

[iron-fister.livejournal.com]

[A loooooooong pause. His hands kind of dangling over the food.]

......Noooooooo?

[deadredbird.livejournal.com]

Oh, good. Because that would be fucking ridiculous. —Oh wait. Whatever it is you're wearing covers that. Did you actually... like, walk over? In that?

[iron-fister.livejournal.com]

Shut up and just put on the suit.



...Please?

[deadredbird.livejournal.com]

No, you freak. But if you tell me who made it, I'll have them killed. Would that make you feel better?

[iron-fister.livejournal.com]

[Gives you a sour look. And starts eating your takeout.]

[Stares at you while he eats. This is your payback, bitch.]

[deadredbird.livejournal.com]

[Man, Jason did the exact same thing to the cat on Thanksgiving, when Tim brought him food. Karma is a bitch.]

... gosh, Danny, you're real hardcore.

[iron-fister.livejournal.com]

[With his mouth full.]

Damn right.

[Points at the suit while shoving food in this face.]

[deadredbird.livejournal.com]

[EYEROLL. He's just going to get you a beer and also casually make a sandwich appear out of nowhere because that's (SOB) his power, besides you know what. SIGH.]

[iron-fister.livejournal.com]

[Danny's about to bring up the beer but then holy shit did you just summon a sandwich?]

... How'd you do that?

[deadredbird.livejournal.com]

[It's roast beef and caramelized onions, don't even ask.]

I figured out how to do it last week. I'm pretty sure it's my power. There, that embarrassing enough for you?

[iron-fister.livejournal.com]

I walked all the way here in this outfit.

The only thing equal in embarrassment is that. [POINTING TO THE SUIT.]

[deadredbird.livejournal.com]

Hey, I didn't make you do that. You totally decided to do that by yourself.

[Cat wants chicken. Cat rubs against leg of awful suit.]

[iron-fister.livejournal.com]

Look, I'm just asking you to put the damn thing on. Doesn't even have to be that long.

[Bends down and pets the kitten. Then feeds him a small piece of chicken.]

[deadredbird.livejournal.com]

[Cat is thrilled, because Jason never feeds him scraps.]

And then you'll be happy.

[iron-fister.livejournal.com]

And then I'll be happy.

[Smiles at the kitten.]