Categories: Humor, Fluff
Rating: (this chapter): G
General Summary: What if the whole world went topsy-turvy?
Summary (this chapter): Clark seems to be adapting to a topsy-turvy world quite nicely.
Date Of Completion: June 27, 2007
Date Of Posting: June 28, 2007
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 415
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Author’s Note: This story came about from a set of scans jen_in_japan had posted not too long ago. We were both laughing at the kissing booth scenario, and how it was a fad of the Golden Age years. So I came up with this Golden Age story. Since it takes place during those years of the past (probably early ‘50s), ‘billionaire’ Bruce Wayne is a ‘millionaire’, there are references to gossip queens Louella Parsons and Hedda Hopper, etc. :)
Also, go check out Jen’s own take on the theme: Services Rendered.
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Clark finished his charity duty and flew off, unable to see any signs of Bruce and Dick. Maybe they had returned to Gotham.
He shook his head. Somehow the Dynamic Duo coming all the way from home just so Bruce could collect a kiss from him at a kissing booth defied logic! But then, this whole situation was making his head spin.
As he flew past a billboard, he nearly smashed into a building.
The billboard featured an ad for the new and improved Bright-O Toothpaste, and two people were in a clinch, ready to kiss with all that clean, fresh taste.
Except that both people were women!
Clark kept flying, seeing other billboards with a single sex doing things that two sexes usually did.
Well, I guess that explains why no one blinked an eye at Batman demanding a kiss and a line of men after him wanting me to pucker up!
He tuned his hearing in and picked up snatches of reporting, songs and ads from the radio:
“…and what screen goddess has been seen with what screen goddess…”
“…I’m a hard-workin’ cowboy who wants my boyfriend back…”
“…come to Wedding World, where we specialize in wedding gowns for you and the woman in your life, and, men, pick out your tuxedoes together!”
“…the President and First Gentleman received a warm welcome in Paris yesterday…”
The world had truly gone topsy-turvy…
The mischievous imp from the Fifth Dimension popped out of thin air. “You rang?”
“Mxyzptlk, change everything back!”
The imp shook his head. “No, Super-Duper, you know I can’t do that.”
“You mean you won’t.”
“True.” Mxyzptlk grinned. “But isn’t this fun? I mean, aren’t you tired of the same ol’, same ol’ romances? Man and woman, eh, been there, done that!”
Clark sighed. Unless he got the imp to say his name backwards and send him back to the Fifth Dimension for 90 days, he’d have to get used to men kissing men and women doing more at pajama parties than their nails.
“Okay, you win.” Clark began to fly off. Frowning, Mxyzptlk flew after him.
“What do you mean? You aren’t going to try and trick me?”
“Why would I?” Now that he thought of it, maybe this change wasn’t so bad after all.
Mxyzptlk rolled his eyes. “I’ll never understand humans!”
“I’m not human.”
“You’re close enough!”
Mxyzptlk popped out and Clark chuckled. Feeling rather good after all, he headed to Gotham.