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Fic -- Reunion [May. 8th, 2008|02:35 am]
Hail the Rogues!

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[liabrown]
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Title: Reunion
Rating: R (just to be safe)
Word Count: 1280
Characters: Golden Glider and the Top
Summary: Henry Allen seems different these days...
Warnings: Some language and naughtiness.
Author's Notes: Story #4. To go with it, a few scans from that storyline: a photo of them nuzzling in public, and a couple of panels of some surprisingly obvious foreplay. If you're wondering why Lisa has red hair in these scans, it was a wig to disguise her identity in public (but I have no idea why she wore it in private, except possibly for kink). Finally, they unsuccessfully attempt to steal the Flash's body, and Lisa flirts with what she thinks is Roscoe.




On a beautiful sunny day, Lisa Snart is sitting by herself in a café, reading a book. Reasonably engrossed in it, she scarcely notices an older man approach her, formally dressed. He is somewhat portly, has white hair, a moustache and a beard, and is old enough to be her father. That in itself annoys her. And something looks familiar about him…
“Good afternoon, young lady,” he says politely, doffing his hat. “Do you mind if I sit here?”
“Yes, very much,” she replies, narrowing her eyes at him. “Beat it, geezer.”
“Why, Lisa, don’t you recognize me?” he asks with a twinkle in his eye and a mischievous grin, and she is quite alarmed that this stranger knows her name. She is, after all, a wanted criminal.
“Get lost, old man!” she snaps in a threatening tone, body language defensive. He merely chuckles.
“As fiery as ever, I see. I’m glad. It’s Roscoe, Lisa. I’m back…to stay, I hope.”
“Bullshit!” she retorts, and now she’s really angry that he would invoke her dead lover’s name. Then she suddenly recognizes him --- it’s Henry Allen, Barry Allen’s father.

“You!” she hisses, and lunges at him, prepared to make him pay for everything he and his damned son have done to her. The Flash surely put Henry up to this, no doubt to distress her.
“Lisa, the last time we spent your birthday together, we were in bed all day, drinking wine and making love. I gave you an engraved gold locket and diamond necklace, and you said it was the most expensive gift you’d ever received,” he replies calmly, and she stops cold. He smiles up at her. “It’s me.”
“How..?” she asks, eyes wide. Whether it’s really him or Henry knows intimate details of her life, she’s truly stunned.
“The Flash’s father was in a car accident a week and a half ago, and left clinically dead. When that happened, I was waiting. Thanks to my mental powers, I can inhabit another person’s body when they vacate it. It’s my body now…not ideal, as you can see from the state of it, but better than being dead.”
“Oh, Roscoe…” she breathes, scarcely daring to believe it. She runs to him and puts her arms around him, kissing him fiercely. “Oh, Roscoe, Roscoe, Roscoe…”
“I missed you too,” he murmurs in her ear. “But I have to keep up appearances as Henry Allen, darling, so please dial down the love a bit. No tongue.”

Tears streaming down her face, she laughs self-consciously. She doesn’t care what other people see or think, although certainly quite a few in the café are staring at them.
“I...can’t believe it…” she whispers, caressing the aged and jowly face. “I thought I’d never see you again. This is amazing. Len will be so thrilled!”
“You can’t tell him, Lisa, not yet. I don’t want him or any of the others to blow my cover, not until I’ve destroyed the Flash. Barry could ruin all my plans --- and I’m hoping to perhaps take his body after I’ve had a little fun with him. But I just couldn’t resist telling you, once I’d recovered from my accident injuries,” he says sheepishly. “I’m still a bit sore, so don’t squeeze too hard, my dear.”
“Oh…sorry…” she laughs giddily, just happy to have him back. When she kisses him again, his beard comes a bit loose, and she looks at him with a raised eyebrow.
“To disguise my identity somewhat,” he explains, adjusting it back in place. “Henry Allen really should not be seen kissing strange women --- he is a married man, after all, and quite a devoted one.”
“Then maybe we should go somewhere more private,” she suggests with a significant look, and runs her hand down his chest. “I really want to welcome you back, baby.”
A smile spreads slowly across his face.
“I’d like that.”

Lisa is not particularly attracted to Henry’s paunchy and wrinkled body, but knowing it houses the man she loves, she is more than enthusiastic to be with him. They found a nearby motel, and had noisy, passionate sex for an extraordinary hour. He did not look like the man she knew, but his hands moved just like his, and he whispered the same dirty chatter in her ear as they made love.
“Oh my god,” she pants when they’re done, lying intertwined together on the creaky bed. “I missed that so much.”
“So did I,” he replies with tangible relief, wiping away the sweat that has formed on his brow. “Being without a body…well, you can’t imagine it. And when I came back, my only option was that old bag Nora, and she’s in a coma anyway. Damned depressing.”
“I bet I’m better in bed than she is,” Lisa says with pretend pouting, and Roscoe laughs.
“I have access to Henry’s memories. Absolutely you are, hon.”
“Mmmm, I’m looking forward to screwing you every morning,” she exclaims, stretching happily and snuggling against his chest, and he sighs.
“No Lisa, we can’t. I’m living with Barry for now, and there are only so many absences I can make before he gets suspicious. In fact, I’ve been away for a while already, so I’d better be returning.”
“No! I just got you back! Stay with me,” she pleads, and he looks annoyed at her as he sits up in bed.
“Be patient, my dear. When my plan comes through, we’ll be together. Until then, we need to wait. It’ll be worth it, I promise.”
A few tears of disappointment run down her cheeks, and he wipes them away affectionately. “I’ll visit you when I can. And I’ll be thinking of you the whole time.”
“Can I at least help with your plans?” she asks plaintively, and he nods.
“Of course. Barry won’t know what hit him.”
That’s what I like to hear,” she says with a wicked smile, massaging his meaty shoulders.
“You’ve done an excellent job making his life miserable since I’ve been gone,” he tells her as he gets dressed. “Better than the rest of us ever did. I’m proud of you, Lisa.”
“I did it all for you,” she beams, pleased by his recognition. “But if you’ve been watching us, you must know about…um…the Ringmaster. And the…others.”
“It doesn’t bother me,” he says calmly as he affixes the false beard. “You thought I was gone, so you moved on. I’m only sorry you’ve thrown away your skating career.”
“I needed to avenge you. That was more important than my stupid career,” she replies, a hint of defensiveness in her voice. Roscoe merely clucks his tongue in response, his opinion on the matter clear, and she frowns.

“I’ve got to be going now, darling,” he announces, donning his hat. “I’ll call you when I can, and in the meantime, I’ll be at Barry’s. Try not to blow up his building while I’m there, hmm?”
Lisa giggles quietly as she sits up in bed to see him off, still nude.
“Don’t you be tempting me further, you little minx,” he scolds cheerfully, and gives her a lingering goodbye kiss as she puts her arms around him.
“Just giving you more incentive to visit me,” she says innocently, posing to show off her breasts, which are admittedly an impressive sight. He whistles appreciatively, then forces himself to turn away and leave, shaking his head with amusement.
“I’ll be thinking about you,” he says, and walks out the door. She can hear him laughing to himself as he walks down the hall, sounding far more like Roscoe Dillon than Henry Allen, and she smiles delightedly. Her greatest wish has come true.



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[User Picture]From: thalyamuse
2008-05-08 03:15 pm (UTC)
This is like a roll and a snuggle in soft sheets, emotionally!

I really like how you maintain a distant authorial perspective and voice to it all. It causes the story to flow well without hiccup, even over some of the naughtier bits. I know I would've struggled through some personal embarassment to describe similar things and it would've showed in the writing, but I don't detect anything of the sort here. Rah for that aspect of mastery!
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[User Picture]From: liabrown
2008-05-09 02:01 am (UTC)
Thank you! Again, you're too kind.

I was trying not to go for porn (which I have written, but that was yeeeears ago), but even the original story made it clear they weren't chastely reading the Bible together. Which I suppose is fair enough when you've been dead and/or apart for several years (as the story also made clear).

Some people have said I use overly-clinical writing, which may well be true. I try to find a balance, at any rate.
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From: summonercat
2008-05-10 12:33 pm (UTC)
I love how she's all over him even though he's in a different body. :3 That she really loves him that much. Would he do the same with her...? I imagine he'd find a woman that looks enough like her to bring her back into.
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[User Picture]From: liabrown
2008-05-10 01:57 pm (UTC)
I would think he would, if he was being written well. Since she died, he was largely kept busy with his presidential campaign, then a long stint in prison and total insanity, then his brief bid to take over the Rogues, and then getting killed again.

Thanks to Geoff Johns' retcons, Roscoe's mind was really mucked with by Zatanna shortly after he left Henry Allen's body, and he's never been quite the same since. I suppose that might explain his sudden lack of interest in Lisa. But as a dedicated 'shipper, that doesn't thrill me :\
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From: summonercat
2008-05-10 04:55 pm (UTC)
Wow. He's a busy guy...
Zatanna should really stop messing with people's minds. >:|
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[User Picture]From: liabrown
2008-05-10 09:07 pm (UTC)
If we're to believe Barry Allen, it was the fiasco with the Top that made them stop mucking with villains' minds (the fiasco with Dr Light wasn't enough, apparently).

When Zatanna finally undid the alterations to his mind, he was REALLY angry. Like REALLY REALLY angry...

Ah, retcons.
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[User Picture]From: runenklinge
2008-05-10 02:56 pm (UTC)
Seeing your old lover in another body must be ...weird. (awkward/shocking/gross/creepy) but love conquers all and Lisa accepts it.

La amore, what things we do for you...
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[User Picture]From: liabrown
2008-05-10 03:36 pm (UTC)
Yes, I would have liked to have seen her initial response to that in the comics...but since we didn't, I wrote this instead.

Oddly, we've never learned his thoughts on inhabiting other bodies, either. He seems to have rolled with it.
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