Pairings/Characters: Rip Hunter, Gideon, Ray Palmer
Continuity: Legends Of Tomorrow
Genres: Drama (?), Fluff (?), Humor (?), Slice-Of-Life (?)—I’m not sure what genre or genres this fits into! :)
Spoilers: For Doomworld (2x16) and Aruba (2x17)
Summary: Rip has a new career. ;)
Date Of Completion: March 29, 2017
Date Of Posting: April 8, 2017
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC and Warner Brothers do, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 262
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
“Yes, Captain,” said Gideon.
Rip hummed as he mixed together the batch of ingredients. This cake was going to be his best yet. He whisked and mixed and beat, snatching up a small vial of vanilla and squirting it into the bowl.
He gloried in the movements, the pinch of this and pinch of that, the sweet smell of so-to-be-cake. He had to become a master baker. He could not think of a reality warped by the Legion of Doom, using the Spear of Destiny. Oh, that wretched Spear!
But cake was good, yes, cake was supremely good. Maybe mix it up a little, throw in a few pies. Of course he couldn’t eat all of his creations, unless he wanted to go into sugar shock. He put the cakes into the recycler and Gideon broke them down into new ingredients.
“Cake is good.”
“Most definitely, sir.”
Rip whisked faster. Yes, this would be the best cake yet.
It was all over. Reality was restored. The team was back. What did the Americans say? They were ‘getting the band back together’.
“Hey, Rip!” said Ray as he poked his head into the library. “We’re planning a victory party. After all, it isn’t every day that you get to rewrite reality.”
“We’re planning the menu.” Ray hurried off, all bustling energy.
“I’ll take care of the cake!” Rip called after him. “Buttercream, actually.”
Rip smiled. “Yes, Gideon.”
Rip rubbed his hands together. This one was going to be the best cake yet!
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