WAKING UP!

[twin-fans.livejournal.com]

Your character is in a nice, warm bed, wearing their bedclothes (or lack thereof) of choice. It's comfortable, it's fluffy, and it's great...

Unfortunately, someone's in bed with them. They might roll over and accidentally cop a feel before waking up fully, they might notice the heat on their backs, but whatever the case may be, there's someone in there with them. They could easily remember the night before, how that happened, but...

Where's the fun in that?

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[crusades]

[ Batman doesn't sleep. He has regular PROBLEM SOLVING MICRO-NAPS. He's using this one to deduce the location of the Maltese Falcon. Oh, and he's pretty nude. ]

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[standaloneshell.livejournal.com]

He is pretty, nude. Muscles and scars and oh hello Bruce Wayne. Nice sturdy bed y'got here, that it can hold a mil-spec cyborg.

Who's also rather completely nude.

[crusades]

[ Batman prepares for everything... including sharing a bed with someone made out of some kind of titanium alloy.

Not that this is actually his bed. Seems the meme took care of that.

He gets the feeling that someone is there before he opens his eyes and when he does... well, hello yourself. ]

Major?

[standaloneshell.livejournal.com]

Mh-hmm...?

[Oh Memes, you are indeed our friends. What is it the Batman does to prepare for this situation? Bat-condoms? There is a sheet, not that it hides much.

Or anything, really. Body-consciousness is for rookies and civilians. She's more thna happy to take this as a joke and assume the high ground. IT's not as if Batman's the most repulsive thing to have slept with.]

[crusades]

[ Hell, it's not like he has much to hide either, aside from a fifteen year legacy of violence written across his body in red welts. Stab wounds, bullet holes, burns and claw marks. You wouldn't need to cut this trunk in half to count the lines.

His eyes scan the Major with very little shame. It's an engineer's curiosity, honest. Whoever designed her shell was quite the artisan. ]

Kudos to your tailor.

[agyieus.livejournal.com]

[Apollo adores sleep. Especially when it's with dark avengers of the night, oh, how he loves to cuddle up to them.]

[However, there seems to be a lack of cuddling from his favorite thing, so he grabs the blankets and rolls over, wrapping them around himself and dozing off again. Midnighter can suffer in the cold.]

[crusades]

[ He may be asleep but goddammit, no one steals the Batman's sheets.

Tugging firmly to no avail, he doesn't wake up but his face curls into a frustrated scowl and a lot rumble of discontent starts to collect in his throat. ]

[agyieus.livejournal.com]

[That rumble sounds vaguely familiar to Apollo's sleepy brain. It means that his bedmate is frustrated.]

[Good. Apollo gets what he wants, or everyone suffers. B|]

[crusades]

[ As the cold begins to register, he rolls over towards the warmth that emanates from the other side of the bed. ]

[greenestlantern.livejournal.com]

HOLY SHIT, WAYNE, WHAT THE HELL?

[crusades]

[ DANGER, WILL ROBINSON! Instead of a more verbal response, instincts greatly honed over the years rouse him into a self-preservational right hook. ]

[greenestlantern.livejournal.com]

[You're not the only one with instincts, Batman. A green shield comes up and blocks the punch. Then shoves him off the bed.]

Why the HELL are you in my bed?

[crusades]

[ ... Great. It had to be him, didn't it? ]

You tell me, Gardner.

[beyondgotham.livejournal.com]

[Terry's confusion and horror when he woke up were enough to send him scrambling out of the bed in a manner that resulted in him falling over and clocking his head on the floor.]

Ow...

[He rubs the back of his head, but that's not his main concern right now.]

What... happened here?

[crusades]

[ He jolts upright, quickly taking stock of what was quite frankly a horrifying situation. ]

I'd rather not speculate.

[beyondgotham.livejournal.com]

[Terry shudders.]

This is weird. And gross. Maybe the weirdest, grossest thing that's ever happened to me, and that includes the splicing. And slag, why are you naked?!?

[Batten down the hatches, we may be in for a serious meltdown here.]

[crusades]

[ He's not the only one. Bruce and his wards... people made jokes about this sort of thing. ]

How about we first find out where we are, who brought us here, and why they want us to share a damn bed, then quibble about my state of undress.

[goddamnwingman]

[Dare we even speculate where Dick picked up is sleeping garment habits from?

...

Probably not. But let's just say that Bruce isn't the only nude one in the bed and leave it at that. Though Dick's actually ASLEEP. One too many micro-nap and he's just plain out for the count.]

[crusades]

[ He wakes from his powernap, fully ready to go and solve a crime that has been baffling the cops for weeks... at least until he sees someone very familiar lying next to him.

He's pretty damn alarmed, but does well hiding it. ]

Didn't you already grow out of this habit?

[goddamnwingman]

[Dick grabs a pillow and pulls it over his head. He mumbles something that might, at a stretch, sound something like, Shut up and go away, Roy, but...well, it's mumbled Dick's really not awake.]

[crusades]

[ Another alarming thought, but he'll happily leave the light on the Roy tidbit well and truly unshedded. ]

Dick, for God's sake wake up.

[onceadragon]

[Well hello nekkid man! Claudia thankfully is still sleeping - in a tank-top and a pair of boxers - but she's snuggling against him regardless.]

[crusades]

[ Though deathly still, he mutters incessantly in his sleep. Something about a bat-segway. If he has on some level noticed the second body, he certainly isn't opposed to it. ]

[onceadragon]

[Sadly, Claudia is a bit of a shifter, and her hands seem to have a mind of their own. Which means her hands just might end up landing on an inappropriate body area.]

[crusades]

[ That gives him a bit of a jolt, snorting slightly as he's roused into semi-consciousness. He instinctively rolls into the warmth emanating from the other occupant, with the satisfied growl of someone who hasn't slept so well in years. ]