|Fic -- Death Becomes Him
||[May. 5th, 2008|09:35 am]
Hail the Rogues!
Title: Death Becomes Him
Word Count: 1022
Characters: Golden Glider and the Top
Summary: So it turns out all that spinning had some drawbacks, too.
Author's Notes: Story #2, with a couple of scans to go with it.
When Roscoe stumbled into her apartment, terrifyingly pale, Lisa had been packing her bags for the weekend trip they’d planned to celebrate his successes and newfound powers.
“Darling!” she greeted him gladly, but the look on his face frightened her. “Roscoe…what’s wrong?”
It took all his willpower to keep from blurting out his secret right away, but he wanted her to be prepared first.
“Lisa, please sit down,” he begged, frightening her even more. She just wanted to know without delay. But wordlessly, she obeyed. Did the cops nearly catch him? Was he all right?
Kneeling down in front of her, looking up with anguish in his eyes, he could see the fear in hers.
“Lisa, I’m dying,” he said with a choke in his voice. “It’ll only be a matter of days. Maybe less.”
“No…no! Please tell me you’re joking!” she exclaimed, tears forming. He shook his head.
“I did tests. It’s true. The Flash’s vibrations interfered with my super-charged brain cells --- you know, the ones that gave me my powers. It started a chain reaction, and soon it’ll kill me.”
“Can’t we do something?” she pleaded. “Roscoe, I don’t want you to leave me. You can’t! We have to do something!”
“I don’t think so, hon. My results indicated it’s irreversible. I’m sorry, I…I don’t want to leave you either.”
Lisa hugged him tightly, tears spilling freely down her cheeks, and this made him cry too. She’d never seen him weep before, and it broke her heart, but felt that if she didn’t let go of him, she could keep him with her forever. For his part, he didn’t want to die, and was in terrible physical pain, but felt worse about the anguish he’d brought her. He loved her more than he’d ever loved anyone else.
“I’ll stay with you to the end!” she declared tearfully, and he shook his head again. This time, a sly smile crept across his face, reminding her of his usual self.
“No, babe. I have plans, and you need to get out of town. There are six bombs set to go off at midnight on June 30th --- my last bit of revenge against the Flash and this crummy city. I’ll warn your brother and the other Rogues, don’t worry. But I’ve got a few things to take care of before I die.”
Lisa was appalled, and wanted to tell him to forget his bizarre plan, to spend his remaining time cuddling with her. Nor did she want to see the city destroyed, for it had always been her home. However, she knew Roscoe well enough to not bother dissuading him from an idea, especially when he got the glint in his eye she could see as he talked about it.
“I understand,” she replied sadly. “At least I’m already packed. But won’t you at least spend some time with me? We can make love here on the couch…”
“I’d like that,” he said tiredly, rubbing his temples. “I really would. But the pain…there’s so much pain in my head. I don’t know if I can do it.”
“Then just let me hold you!” she exclaimed, tears increasing, and hugged him tighter. He pressed his head against her shoulder and closed his eyes, exhaling a loud breath that almost made her think he’d just died in her arms. But he then reached for her hand and clasped in it his, and they stayed quietly like that for some time.
After a few hours of snuggling, he told her he had to leave. She almost pleaded to go with him, but decided not to agitate and stress him further. Instead, she clung to him at the door and cried against his chest.
“I’ll come back to see you again if I have time,” he promised. “But remember what I said: the bombs will go off the night of June 30th. Make sure you’re gone by then, my dear.”
“I will be,” she replied miserably. “Take care of yourself. I love you, baby. I hope you’re wrong about the diagnosis.”
“I’m not, unfortunately. But I love you too, Lisa --- I’ll always love you. I’ll fight tooth and nail to get back to you somehow, I swear it.”
He reached out his hand, and a box of tissues flew into it from across the room, this new power startling her. He wiped away her tears with a sorrowful expression.
“You’ll be all right. You’re the toughest girl I’ve ever known,” he said fondly, trying to cheer her up. Instead, her expression hardened.
“The Flash will see how tough I am. I’m going to make him pay for this, Roscoe.”
He chuckled slightly, not really believing her. She was just an ice skater, and he didn’t think women were particularly suited for supervillainy.
“Don’t fall behind on your practicing, dear. You know how rusty your technique gets when you take time off. I don’t want your career to suffer.”
“Stuff my career!” she retorted. “Leave me your tops, and I’ll get Lenny to lend me some weapons. The Flash is going to regret what he’s done to us!”
Somewhat surprised by her resolve, Roscoe just shrugged. He still didn’t think much would come of her anger, but it wasn’t like he’d be needing his inventions much longer. He fished a key out of his pocket and gave it to her.
“This is for my lab, and you’ll find all my devices and equipment in there. Be careful with them, sweetie, they’re dangerous.”
“Not to me,” Lisa said with determination, and he impulsively hugged her again. He thought she was absolutely adorable.
“I’ve really got to go,” he told her again, kissing her lips. “Remember everything I said. And I love you.”
“Oh, Roscoe…” was all she could manage, afraid she would start crying anew. “Good luck.”
With that, he blew her a kiss and ducked out of her apartment, well aware he was a wanted man. He hurried down the hall, into the elevator, and out of her life.
As soon as he was gone, Lisa fell to her knees and sobbed out her grief.