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The light from the computer screen reflects off Babs' skin, turning it green and flickering blue. Babs leans forwards over the keyboard and Dinah can hear the pleasantly irregular blur of tapping, Babs typing faster than some people can speak.

When she leans over the back of Babs's chair, she can see the L.E.G.I.O.N. logo on screen and two languages,one human and both incomprehensible, flash cross the screen.

"You know, some people wouldn't take the fact that a borderline sociopathic alien general was stalking them as a cue to start flirting."

"He's not stalking me," Babs corrects. "Just my work." She smiles, one corner of her mouth twisting up. "We have overlapping areas of interest on AIs."

"Oh, who hasn't heard that old line before," Dinah says. She wrestles the keyboard away from Babs long enough to type,"Are we flirting?" before Babs can get it back.

A new window opens up on screen and incomprehensible text starts flashing across it. Dinah frowns. "What is that?"

"A section from the code we were working on together, for determining statistically significant fluctuations in crime rates amongst non-earth born immigrants."

Dinah looks at her. "And that means..."

Babs smile gets a little wider. "I believe it's saying that we're way past flirtation."
jamjar: (I want Dox!)
She asked for Lobo and Vril Dox.

Oh, Vril. Toppiest of all tops in DCU, though not in this (sadly gen) fic.

very minor spoilers for R.E.B.E.L.S. )
jamjar: (I want Dox!)
Title: Incentive
Warnings/Disclaimer: Not mine, never were. A PWP with not enough porn.

No specific spoilers for L.E.G.I.O.N.

For any of you that don't know who these characters are, L.E.G.I.O.N. is basically an intergalactic freelance police force, founded and run by Vril Dox (son of Braniac I, ancestor of Querl Dox). Vril is pragmatic, manipulative and ethical, for very specific definitions of the word ethical. Brainwashing people into thinking for themselves, that kind of thing.
Garryn Bek was one of the people Dox took with him when he broke out of prison and liberated his homeworld at the beginning of L.E.G.I.O.N.

I've got a couple of pimping posts here and the lovely [profile] caia_comica has one here.

He shifts in his seat. )
jamjar: (woot!)
A quote from L.E.G.I.O.N. 23: "I was his pet and he was my master. That's the way it was. Not his fault any more than it was mine."

Back story, back story, back story. The Durlan is about the closest thing Vril Dox has to a friend. He gets timeswapped, disappears off and is replaced by Phase from the future. Vril doesn't take this well (outwardly cold, then breaking up computers, crying on graves and saying, "Why did you leave me, Durlan?")

In issue 23, the Durlan is still in the future and writing his autobiography.

When Durlan met Vril...
The Durlan was captured by the computer tyrants of Colu and experimented on by Braniac I (the evil one), until Vril Dox II (the one that's... well, not evil so much as conscience-deprived)
In prison... )
The dramatic rescue! )
He's kind of a brat in this scene. )
Cradled in his hands... )
Training your Durlan to talk... He really should have started off with a puppy. )
Another explanation of why I love Vril: my general love for prematurely aged vatborn clones with evil fathers. )
Semi-naked wrestling with the shape-changing tentacle aliens! )
Hold me! )
Still kind of a bastard. )
I'd have done whatever he wanted me to, anyway. )
Okay, that's pretty disgusting. )
He doesn't like Bek, does he? I think he's just jealous. )

I want an intelligent shape-changing tentacle monster for a pet!


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