I Solemnly Swear I'm Up To No Good (Dick and Clark)

[justlikeacircus]

It is very, very difficult to sneak around in a house containing a man with super hearing. Translation; It was impossible to sneak around in a house containing a man with superhearing, as Dick had discovered repeatedly on increasingly ingenious cookie-stealing kitchen missions. There really was no way to do it without Clark catching you.

It is, however, much easier to do said sneaking when the house didn't contain aforementioned owner of super hearing, which is why Dick would engage in his little extra-curricular activities only on days when Clark was away on 'business trips', preferably ones that took him far away from Metropolis.

Today was one of those days, or it had been one of those days, until he'd caught a glimpse of Superman in the sky over the city.

"Oh crap. Wow, that's my curfew, I better get home." he quipped to the mugger he'd just interrupted "Hate to leave it like this but it really is past my bedtime."

Throwing jokes about his youth always put the bad guys on the back foot, it robbed them of their material. It also gave him the precious few seconds of confusion that he needed to swing himself up onto the fire escape and climb up to the roof. He wished he could have done more, but it was at least one woman who was heading home with her purse tonight thanks to him. Now he just had to worry about getting home before Clark. Ha, like that was going to happen.

He tried to figure out what he was going to do as he ran across the rooftops. If he could change quick enough after he was inevitably caught sneaking in, he could maybe claim he'd been at a party or something equally innocuous. If only he'd brought a change of clothes out with him... nothing for it, he'd have to just take his chances.

Reaching the house, he slipped in through the bedroom window as silently as he could manage, immediately shedding his costume and shoving it under the bed as quickly as possible. Now he just had to pray he'd gotten away with it.

Love Is An Open Door (Bucky and Stiles)

[keepsmeawake]

"I can't do it. I officially cannot continue this essay any longer without snacks, it's impossible." Stiles announced to his room, picking up a pencil in order to throw it down symbolically and leaning away from his keyboard. This essay was going to be the death of him, he was quite sure of it, but the whole horrible experience would be markedly improved with the application of junk food - food he was initially planning on using as incentive to finish, but now he'd realised this approach was useless.

He shoved his chair away from his desk, standing purposefully and heading downstairs. His dad was out on late shift tonight, so there was nobody to complain about his toneless singing as he rifled through the kitchen looking for what he was craving. A noise made him stop briefly, listening out to the silent house, tense after everything that had happened to him over the years. Eventually, when no other sound came, he went back to his investigation of the cupboards. He had to concede defeat, however, when he remembered he cleared most of the junk food from the cupboard to keep it away from his father, so if he wanted some right now he was going to have to do a grocery run.

Grabbing his wallet and keys and shoving his feet into his trainers, he flung the door open carelessly...and immediately froze. That was not what he expected to see.