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lmx_v3point3 at 04:52pm on 25/04/2010 under character: alec hardison, character: eliot spencer, character: parker, fandom: dcu, fandom: leverage, fanfiction, pairing: hardison/parker/eliot, rating: pg, type: commentfic, type: crack, type: crossover
lmx_v3point3 at 04:52pm on 25/04/2010 under character: alec hardison, character: eliot spencer, character: parker, fandom: dcu, fandom: leverage, fanfiction, pairing: hardison/parker/eliot, rating: pg, type: commentfic, type: crack, type: crossoverFic: I'm Batman (Pt1)
Author: LMX
Fandom: Leverage
Rating: PG
Pairings: None
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None
AN: Comment fic for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
daria234 who prompted: Leverage, Parker ∨/ Eliot ∨/ Hardison, Parker tries to convince Hardison that Eliot is actually Batman in his spare time
"He doesn't stay in bed all night."
Hardison huffed a sigh, trying to concentrate on the movement on the screen in front of him over his girl's wild theories. "Parker, you know why that is. The man can't sleep long, he gets… y'know."
"We've never actually seen that." Parker pointed out quickly.
Hardison grimaced and glanced over the laptop screen at her. "I don't ever want to see that man have a nightmare, Parker. The shit he's lived through he might kill us in his sleep."
"So…" Parker grinned in a way that made Hardison uncomfortable. "When he goes out at night, what do you think he does?"
"He does… gardening, and shit." Hardison shrugged sharply. "I don't know."
"You do. You *do know*." Parker bounced on the seat making the whole van rock.
"He does not go out on the streets and beat up bad guys dressed as a rodent, Parker." Hardison retorted. "I love Batman as much as the next DC-boy, but Eliot…"
"Why not? He beats up bad guys all the time with us." Parker actually looked hurt.
"He wouldn't have time to grow all the stuff he brings home from his garden." Hardison pointed out. "And he doesn't have a bat cave under his apartment… he has an apartment."
"You're being stupid. He buys the food and puts mud on it to make it look like he's been in the garden. He's actually fighting crime!" Parker was getting enthusiastic now, obviously feeling like she was winning the argument.
"Why does he never come home hurt?" Hardison asked, wondering if he'd be better off just agreeing to Parker's theory and leaving her to her victory. It wasn't like it made any difference, Eliot clearly wasn't Batman.
"He never does anything serious during the night, just beating up the little crooks and muggers and things. It's only when we have time off he does serious crime fighting."
"Last time we had time off he was in Israel." Hardison pointed out. "He came home with a broken arm and a suntan."
"It was sunny here, he could've got a tan here too." Parker pointed out.
"Not if he worked during the night and wore a mask." Hardison shot back, still trying to convince himself to back down from this argument.
"Well, I'm going to find out." Parker said, pushing her way out of the van's back doors.
"How?" Hardison called after her.
"I'm going to find his costume." she replied.
Hardison rolled his eyes. "Oh, yes, because that's *totally* more important than this job we're running right now Parker…" he muttered to himself. Ah well, at least the girl couldn't get herself into any more trouble than last time she'd had a theory about Eliot's night-time exploits. They were still finding the garlic cloves.
Author: LMX
Fandom: Leverage
Rating: PG
Pairings: None
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None
AN: Comment fic for
daria234 who prompted: Leverage, Parker ∨/ Eliot ∨/ Hardison, Parker tries to convince Hardison that Eliot is actually Batman in his spare time"He doesn't stay in bed all night."
Hardison huffed a sigh, trying to concentrate on the movement on the screen in front of him over his girl's wild theories. "Parker, you know why that is. The man can't sleep long, he gets… y'know."
"We've never actually seen that." Parker pointed out quickly.
Hardison grimaced and glanced over the laptop screen at her. "I don't ever want to see that man have a nightmare, Parker. The shit he's lived through he might kill us in his sleep."
"So…" Parker grinned in a way that made Hardison uncomfortable. "When he goes out at night, what do you think he does?"
"He does… gardening, and shit." Hardison shrugged sharply. "I don't know."
"You do. You *do know*." Parker bounced on the seat making the whole van rock.
"He does not go out on the streets and beat up bad guys dressed as a rodent, Parker." Hardison retorted. "I love Batman as much as the next DC-boy, but Eliot…"
"Why not? He beats up bad guys all the time with us." Parker actually looked hurt.
"He wouldn't have time to grow all the stuff he brings home from his garden." Hardison pointed out. "And he doesn't have a bat cave under his apartment… he has an apartment."
"You're being stupid. He buys the food and puts mud on it to make it look like he's been in the garden. He's actually fighting crime!" Parker was getting enthusiastic now, obviously feeling like she was winning the argument.
"Why does he never come home hurt?" Hardison asked, wondering if he'd be better off just agreeing to Parker's theory and leaving her to her victory. It wasn't like it made any difference, Eliot clearly wasn't Batman.
"He never does anything serious during the night, just beating up the little crooks and muggers and things. It's only when we have time off he does serious crime fighting."
"Last time we had time off he was in Israel." Hardison pointed out. "He came home with a broken arm and a suntan."
"It was sunny here, he could've got a tan here too." Parker pointed out.
"Not if he worked during the night and wore a mask." Hardison shot back, still trying to convince himself to back down from this argument.
"Well, I'm going to find out." Parker said, pushing her way out of the van's back doors.
"How?" Hardison called after her.
"I'm going to find his costume." she replied.
Hardison rolled his eyes. "Oh, yes, because that's *totally* more important than this job we're running right now Parker…" he muttered to himself. Ah well, at least the girl couldn't get herself into any more trouble than last time she'd had a theory about Eliot's night-time exploits. They were still finding the garlic cloves.
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