DC x Reader One-shots

Hero Crush - Virgil Hawkins [Static]

Summary: When Richie starts asking about your younger years, he learns something interesting about your old "celebrity" crush – it was Static. Unaware of your friends' secret identities, Virgil has to try and remain collected after Richie calls him in ASAP, only to hear you defending your old puppy-love crush on the electric hero from an all too amused, and momentarily vexing, blond.

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"See, I need you to repeat that," Richie chided, leaning forward with sudden rapt attention – one hand absent-mindedly playing with his earring.

You could only huff, shoving his face away from you before leaning back, your cheeks beginning to burn in embarrassment. "I don't know your game here, Foley, but you can knock that self-satisfied look right off your dumb smug face." You couldn't be sure where his sudden interest had come from in your answer, but that look he was giving you said that you likely didn't want to know either.

"No, I really need to hear you say it again: who was your childhood crush?"

The smile threatening to take over on his face was hard to ignore, but you pushed it aside, glaring at his mocking attempt of being serious. "It was Static!" You bark out, throwing your hands up in frustration. "You're acting like I was the only teenager who had a major crush on him."

Richie held his hands up in surrender. "True, you weren't – there was a line of girls and guys waiting to plant one on him."

You can't help the huff of laughter that slips past your lips, though you're still trying to hold onto your irritated persona with the blond in front of you. "There still is," you finally chime, leaning back.

Richie seems like he's about to agree, or make some sort of smart remark, before a devious grin finds its way onto his face. "Actually -"

That's all the warning you get before he leans back with his hands cupped around his mouth and shouts. "VIRG!"

And just when you thought you could avoid another noise complaint from the neighbors.

"Man, Richie, why'd you have to yell so loud? I bet they heard you all the way on the Watchtower," Virgil gripes, finger in his ear as he shakes his head in a show of over dramatics. Still, he makes his way forwards before finding a seat next to you on the couch.

"I was just playing twenty questions with our resident dork here," he chimes, gesturing towards you.

"He was interrogating me," you interrupt.

"I was curious!" He pushes his glasses back up the bridge of his nose when they're knocked loose from his jolt backwards. "But I really think you need to hear this one, Virgil."

You can only roll your eyes, leaning as far back into the couch as you can – praying to any deity listening that it opens and swallows you whole before you can embarrass yourself. Richie will get you to admit it, one way or the other, and it's always easier to go along with what he wants when he seems this determined than it is to find out whatever information he has hidden away on you and ready to hold, affectionately, over your head as leverage. "Richie asked who my teenage crush was," you say, turning towards Virgil but refusing to make eye contact, "and I said it was Static."

You do finally look to the man beside you when you hear him choke on his own drink. "I'm sorry – did you say Static?"

"Why are you guys acting like that's so surprising!"

Richie seems to shoot a knowing look at Virgil, one you can't quite decipher, and it only fuels your fire. Though you can at least acknowledge it seems to have ticked off something in Virgil who is staring Richie down like he can set him ablaze with his mind.