Suki Blue Fiction
It wasn’t easy being green.
Clark felt sorry for Kermit. It had to be hard, especially with Miss Piggy
running after him all day. Now there was a strong-willed woman. Clark liked
strong-willed women. But he preferred strong-willed men.
Lois hadn’t been too pleased about that.
Neither had Bruce. And Bruce, being the man he was, was more than happy to
express his distaste at the new relationship that was Clark and Dick.
Anyway, back to Kermit.
Clark held tightly and pushed just enough to counteract the tilt of the
building. He’d learned his own strength long ago. Hold tight or the building
crashes to the ground. Don’t push too much or you’ll fling three hundred people
into the clouds.
Kermit was different. He was set apart from the others. He was thoughtful,
organised, boring. He wasn’t the Muppet the others were. He was special.
Sometimes Clark wondered if the others hated him just a little bit for that. And
he wasn’t talking about Kermit anymore.
Much later, when the day had been saved and the shareholders of Metropolis’
insurance companies had cried again, Clark asked Dick what he thought.
“Like Kermit? As in the Frog? I think you’re an idiot.”
And that had cleared that up.
Maybe he was different. Maybe he was dangerous, like Bruce constantly reminded
him. Maybe he was just a big, dumb boy scout.
But as Dick later pointed out, he was a big, dumb, dangerous boy scout with a
hot guy in his bed. And while he was in the process of achieving this status,
he’d pissed off the World’s Greatest Detective and caused him to dent his
beloved Batmobile.
What other Muppet could claim that?
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