Onthe_couch prompt 17.1

[sylph_fics]

"Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery."

Not in my life, it's damned well not.

Especially not right now.

There's nothing resembling flattery in the shambles my name is in because of the godforsaken piece of filth that ran around as me for going on two years now. I swear, I take some time off because I'm getting stupidly sloppy and something from god-knows-when in my past apparently decides that it would be fun to screw with my life and the friendships I'd built by making it look like I'd gone insane.

If Rose didn't swear Wade was dead (and I hadn't dug up the body and had it tested just in case) I'd swear this was his damned work. My current hunch is it's something from in the multiverse, as the HIVE's remnants couldn't be tied tightly enough to my most current problem. Seems to be borne out by the Logans (and one ought to be enough, but why the hell can't any of them be the one from here?) that I keep meeting.

Then there was Bill Walsh in Grant's armor trying to convince me that he was my dead son, come back to haunt and torment me. Or should I mention-- no, I won't. It's not her fault, and it hardly meets the criteria besides.

Or Mirage's little trick of trying to copy me and make me think I'd lost my mind? As though I don't know her?

Or the half-dozen times I'd been framed and set up for a fall for things I didn't actually do?

No, whoever came up with that witty little half-assed stupid platitude had never seen what a little "imitation" can do to fuck up someone's life.


Word count: 300

Comments

[tm-wintergreen.livejournal.com]

We'll get to the bottom of this, old friend. I swear it.

[lady-kane.livejournal.com]

It would be entirely within your rights to mention the incident I believe you are referencing.

I am *sorry*.

[lost-robin.livejournal.com]

It's just as hard to be the imitation, sometimes, though. I was the hongkong Robin, after all.

Sucks. And it ain't sincere at fucking all.

(And I hear ya. Suuuuure I'll take the fall for killin' a Titan. Right. Because I'd do that. There was a time when Titans, y'know, meant something... And sorry to bitch to you, just it makes me mad.)

[masked-merc.livejournal.com]

"Yes," Slade agreed quietly, working on his tea and leaned back along the couch, "I do."

//I don't know how I got so lucky, but I do.// The thought was quietly fervent, but he wasn't so lost in his own relief as to miss the boy's attempt at hiding pain. //Wayne is a god damned idiot, not to have grabbed onto the son he got back with everything he had.//