"Are you alright?" Red Swan whispered. Red Hood held her arms in his hands as she touched his chest.
"Yes." He said in a deep, rugged voice. "Thanks to you." He pulled her closer with one swift tug against his body. The moonlight over Gotham highlighted the two vigilantes as their lips drew closer and closer until--
"PIX!"
A loud, obnoxious voice interrupted Pixie's calm, silent fanfiction-topia.
"ARRGH..." She growled as a red and blue suit fell over her. "Rose, for once in your life, read the 'do not disturb' sign." Her younger sister smirked.
"We all know you're writing smut." She teased and leant over her shoulder as she began reading in a dreamy voice. "'"Hood, I think I love you." The raven haired anti-hero said in a soft voice as the masked man cupped her cheek. "I love you too, my love--"'" Pixie tackled her sister before she could read any further.
"Shut up and get out of my room. I have to meet Blair and Jason at the convention in an hour."
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"So, who are you?" Dick asked with a raised eyebrow at Pixie's outfit.
"I'm a Captain America genderbend!" She said defensively. She glanced around at everyone else's outfits. Dick and Barbara were cosplaying as Superman and Lois Lane. The ones from the movies. So no one would ever actually tell Clark's identity.
Blair was standing in fishnets, a top hat and a wand in one hand. As much as she despised Zatanna for her one night stand with Dick, she had to admit that she loved her suit. And magic. And everything.
Damian was in a custom made Winter Soldier suit. He had originally wanted to chop off his arm. But Bruce had forbidden him from touching his knives for a week.
A moment later, Jason walked in. Frowning like hell. "Whoa whoa whoa whoa..." He stared at them all, then down at his Flynn Ryder get up. "You told me this was a Disney convention!"
Damian burst out laughing. Barbara muffled her giggle in Dick's shoulder. Pixie bit her lip with a smile. Dick laughed under his breath. Blair kissed Jason's cheek.
"I should've been Rapunzel then." She smirked. "You look very handsome. And is this goatee real?"
Both of them disappeared into the bathrooms in a flurry of french kisses and touches in places where the sun doesn't shine.
Pixie and Damian glanced at each other as they smirked to themselves. "I like your suit." The blonde smiled.
"You should see my other one." He muttered before he smiled. "I like your's too. You look like a real superhero."
If only Pixie knew that she was surrounded by the real, real superheroes. Or anti-heroes. Or ex-assassins. Or current assassins.
