Kissing King Kong

By Erin Griffin

Rating: Between PG and PG 13… not sure.

Pairing: Wade/Gibson

Summery: Just another way Dr. Quinzell had fun with her monkey and Batgirl's boyfriend before she killed Wade…

Authors note: Still a big Helena/Dinah shipper, but I had this story idea in my mind and I didn't have the guts to post it for the cutting room floor challenge (in slashedge.net), when this would have been perfect for it. This is my first male slash, so please be nice. I would love a lot of feedback. I never seem to get that these days. I do not care if they are flames… WHICH, by the way will be used to warm my dog's doghouse fireplace… (What is crazy is how well I was able to write Gibson's character...)

Kissing King Kong

By Erin Griffin

"Would you do anything I asked?" Dr. Harleen Quinzell asked Wade Brixton as he stood before her, now hypnotized.

"Yes." He told her in a low tone. Dr. Quinzell looked over at me. 'Paint ball is bad for the teeth. 41, 7, 7, 9 - Ca-ard games suck, Quinzzzz-Zel!' My mind rattled off as I looked back at her, whimpering.

"Would you kiss… Gibson?" she wondered.

"If you asked me to." Wade replied. 'Don't ask him to.' My mind said. Dr. Quinzell laughed and took me by my chin, forcing me to stand up. She led me to stand right next to Wade. 'Please. Santa won't come tonight if I did this. He is evil. Eeee-vil. Sinful. Santa, help me!!'

"Comma-comma-dot-dot- Blurb!" I stuttered nervously.

"Gibson." She said warningly. "Now," she continued as I got quiet, "I want you to give my good pet a great BIG… kiss. Got that Wade?" She added, but it wasn't necessary, for he was already advancing on me. I tried to back away. "Gib-son." She sang in a tone that made me freeze. I whimpered and stayed put. Slowly, his lips claimed mine. It was rough for the teddy bear he was (or so Dinah told me). Before I could stop myself, I licked his lip and he allowed me further access to his mouth and I did a little exploration. Somewhere in the background I heard Dr. Quinzell laughing. 'This is fun' she and I seemed to think at the same time. I felt Wade's large but gentle hand on the back of my neck pulling me closer to him. This surprised me as well, for his lips were rough, but his hands were gentle. From all of the book and movie clichés, I thought it was supposed to be the other way around. Hands are rough, but the kiss is gentle...

Suddenly I was hit in the back of my head, making me withdraw from the kiss and crawl to the floor near her knees. "CLAYMATION!!" I cried in protest.

"Tell me the truth, Gibson. Did my little monkey enjoy his kiss?" She asked me. 'Tell the truth… Tell the truth Gibson.' I couldn't stand it anymore. It was an order, and a good monkey ALWAYS follows his mistress' orders…

"If his lips were poison, let me die again, and again, and again, and again, and agai-"

"Yes, you enjoyed that a little too much." She seemed amused and a little disgusted all at once. Harley Quinn turned to Wade. "What about you?" she asked, wondering if he's give the same sort of answer.

"It was okay." 'OKAY?!' I cried inside.

"Grasshoppers sting my plate." I said in a tone that was meant to tell Wade how mad at him I was. 'OKAY?! I was better than 'okay', you babe-alicious Brad Pit Wannabe Swoony Moony Teacher!! But wait!! She never told him to tell the truth... He could be lying...'

"Shut up Gibson." Quinzell snapped. She kicked me… Well, not kicked; more like nudged me hard in my ribs with her foot. I did as I was told. 'Bramuda Triangle. Not really a triangle, more a circle. MICE. Yes, caused by mice, dirty little buggers. "Wade?" I looked up at the man I had just kissed as I scratched at the imaginary mice on the floor. 'Dirty li-le buggers!!'

"Yes?" he asked.

"Kiss me Wade." He did as she instructed. I felt anger well up inside me. I wanted to cry, but Quinzell never told me I could cry. 'She never told me to.' I thought. I looked at the floor. 'I can't stand those damned mice!! Riverdancing is Hell in cool shoes. Bubbuh-booda! Haha! I just said the word that got rid of all the dirty mice! See you in Hell, you nasty pimples!!' I look up just in time to see something sharp enter Wade's chest.

"WADE!!" That cry escaped my lips and it earned me a good kick in the gut. 'No!!'

"Kiss me goodbye." She said, smiling victoriously. I followed his body with my eyes as it fell with a thud to the ground. Quinzell kicked me again. "I think that affected you more than it will EVER affect Miss Gordon." She murmured. She scratched my head, more like a half-pet, half nooggie. "Forget about it, Gibson. Forget about all of this." She said, and suddenly the world didn't matter anymore. Suddenly, all I wanted was to please her, my mistress… so again, I did as I was told.

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