#pcherie

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Where Did the Party Go? || Batman and Robin

Gus jumped of his broom, jogging to the front steps of Cherie’s house. Knocking loudly, he fidgeted, his head spinning from the small run he’d just made. He really needed to properly eat something. When there was no answer, he tried the door, which opened readily, and stepped inside. “Cherie?” he called, worried tones in his voice, “Cherie I’m here, I’m sorry I’m late...I got caught up in family stuff...Cherie?” He wandered around the house. It sure didn’t sound like a party in here. Then again, this house was so huge there could be something crazy going on in the other end of it and he probably wouldn’t be able to hear it. Sighing, strode into the house, wandering and calling out his girlfriend’s name until he happened upon something helpful.

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Much Ado About Blanket Burritos || Batman and Robin

The first thing Gus noticed was that his head was pounding like a jackhammer. The second was that there seemed to be something on top of him, and that something was tickling his nose. Blinking his eyes open blearily, he looked around. He frowned. This wasn't his room. This wasn't even his house. It was too big, too fancy, too...

His thoughts stopped as he made sense of the tickling object. It was hair. Dark brown hair, hair that looked exactly like...His heart leapt into his throat. Cherie. Cherie was lying on top of him. She'd been hard to distinguish through the mass of blankets enveloping her, but it was her and he was terrified. What had happened? They hadn't done anything, had they? He hoped not. He wanted to remember his first, especially if it was with her. Not to mention she'd probably curse him on sight. He sighed. He supposed he should get up to prevent such an occurrence. He wiggled under her, straining what little muscle he did have to try to move, but to no avail. He bit his lip nervously. He was trapped until she decided to wake up. Merlin help him when she did.

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Not Much, But It's Home || Batman and Robin

Gus squeaked as she manhandled - or womanhandled, he supposed - his arms around her. The action caused his body to slide forcefully into hers. As a result, he could feel every muscle, every sinew in her back tense and slide against each other as she took off. He almost forgot to hold on in his nervous shock at her actions, but scrambled to hold tight as they shot into the air. He was glad she couldn't see his red, dumbstruck face, behind her as he was. He wondered if she could feel his heart hammering in his chest.

He relaxed a little about 15 minutes into the ride. Flying gave him an adrenaline rush, even if he wasn't the one controlling the broom. Conquering something humans didn't naturally - it gave him a sense of something akin to confidence. He felt his tense body calm a little, his breathing become less rapid, his tongue loosen out of the death grip his nervousness had it locked in. He swallowed. "Y-you're good at this," he said, half-shouting over the wind as it whipped by them, "Way faster than I can fly. And you've got two people on here."