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Fic: By-The-Sea VII/Silver Girls V: Popsicles!!! (1/1)

Title: By-The-Sea VII/Silver Girls V: Popsicles!!! (1/1)
Author: BradyGirl_12
Pairings/Characters: Linda/Barbara
Genres: Fluff, Humor, (With A Dash Of Hurt/Comfort), Slice-Of-Life
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Summary: Linda and Barbara enjoy a day at the beach despite Barbara's grumbling about her broken wrist.
Date Of Completion: July 11, 2010
Date Of Posting: August 4, 2010
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 722
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Author’s Notes: Written for milleniumrex for my 2010 Hurt/Comfort Fic Prompt Request. Characters: Linda/Barbara. Prompts: Afternoon, Cast-Signing. :)
Why the double title? Because the story fits both series! :)
The By-The-Sea series is an umbrella title for various DC couples enjoying time by-the-sea. The entire series can be found here.
The Silver Girls series is set in the 1960s and can be found here.



If everybody had an ocean
Across the U.S.A.
Then everybody'd be surfing
Like Californ-i-a
You'd see 'em wearin' their baggies
Huarachi sandals, too
A bushy, bushy blond hairdo
Surfin' U.S.A.


Surfin’, U.S.A.
The Beach Boys
Lyrics by Brian Wilson
Melody from Chuck Berry’s
Sweet Little Sixteen
March 4, 1963 C.E.



Barbara grumped as she sat on the beach towel, trying to balance her cast. “It’s not fair,” she said for the third time in ten minutes.

Linda good-naturedly rolled her eyes. “You Bats are such sweet people.”

Barbara stuck her tongue out and Linda laughed.

“I want a rematch on that encounter with Riddler last week.”

“So he got in a lucky shot and you tripped, breaking your wrist. You’ll be healed before you know it.”

“Hmph.”

Linda leaned back, watching children playing in the surf. It was a beautiful, sunny day, perfect for the beach. The sun was high overhead in the early afternoon, necessitating cats-eye sunglasses for her companion, the tiny rainbow jewels sparkling in the glare. She put a pair on, too, liking the effect, and eyed her redhead, who looked magnificent in her dark-green bikini. Barbara wore her hair in pigtails, resting the cast on her knees.

“C’mon, sweetness, you know I’ll take good care of you.” Linda rubbed her lover’s back.

“I can’t go swimming.”

“But you can tan.”

A transistor radio on the next blanket began playing “If you’re going to San Francisco/Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair.”

“They should play some Beach Boys,” Linda said.

“I can’t surf, either.”

Linda sighed. “You Bats sure are grumpy.”

“You Supers are too sunny.”

Linda laughed again. She was wearing a yellow bikini and proud of the way she looked. She could see Barbara taking a peek. Smiling, Linda stretched.

“Stop that,” Barbara hissed. “Are all Supers unconscionable teases?”

“I don’t know. You’ll have to ask Clark.”

Barbara groaned as Linda laughed. “Here, this cast is too white.” She rummaged around in her beach bag and produced a blue magic marker. “Let’s christen it.” She wrote with flowing script and Barbara held up her arm.

“’Keep ‘Em Flying’! What is this, World War II?”

Linda laughed again. “Be right back,” said the brunette, adjusting her wig.

& & & & & &


Barbara sighed. She knew she was being a brat, or maybe a Bat, but she hated to be out of commission. It would be weeks before she could fly again. She needed both wrists in good condition to perform the maneuvers that required delicate balancing. She loved to fly as much as Dick did. To have that taken away was almost more than she could bear.

She looked fondly at the saying scrawled on her cast. Well, she’d be back to flying soon…she hoped.

“Here you go.”

Barbara looked up at Linda’s cheerful voice. “Popsicles!” she exclaimed with a grin.

“That’s right.” Linda handed her redhead a bright yellow popsicle. “Lemon, my lady.”

“Mmm,” Barbara sucked on the long, cylindrical frozen treat.

“You’re evil, baby.”

Barbara snickered. “Thanks, Linda. This tastes so good.” Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked harder.

Linda enjoyed her cherry Popsicle. “I’ll be heading to Cape Kennedy next week as back-up for the Apollo launch.”

“Oh, yes, after that terrible accident on the launch pad last spring, it’s a good thing to have you there.”

“I’ll see if I can get you a pass.”

“And what would a Gotham librarian be doing there?”

“Expanding her knowledge.”

Barbara smiled. “Even a Bat with a broken wing can be useful?”

“Sure thing. It’ll get you out of Gloomy Gotham.”

Barbara licked the lemony goodness. “I’ve always liked the color yellow.”

Linda smirked as she touched her wig, aware of the blond hair hidden underneath. “And I’ve always had a fondness for the color red.”

Barbara licked faster. “Seems like we’re a good match.”

“Surfin’, surfin’, U.S.A.”

“Hey, the Beach Boys! And, yeah, seems like we are a good match.” Linda smiled a Super smile, getting one back from Barbara.

There were too many beachgoers for Linda to give her girl a kiss, but she put a hand on her back.

“You take it easy, Red. After we get some sun I’ll show you how to achieve lift-off.”

Barbara’s smile grew wider. Now that was flying she could experience, broken wrist or not.

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Tags: by-the-sea, femslash, fic prompt request, linda danvers/barbara gordon, silver girls, supergirl/batgirl
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