crane hotel

concept: edward nigma and jonathan crane stay at a hotel when they’re on low profile in another city

the only channel is nick junior and crane comes back to find riddler ready to shoot the television screen after too many episodes of Dora the Explorer

anonymous asked:

Can you write chris sitting in Darren's lap and fluff please?

“Stop squirming,” Darren whispers, poking Chris in the side. It’s easy since Chris is right there on his lap in handy pokeable distance without Darren even having to lift a finger. “You know what that does to me." 

"Well, tell me what you have planned for tonight and I’ll stop squirming.” Chris is whispering back, and everyone around them is politely pretending they can’t actually hear when of course there are five people jammed into a small back seat so yes naturally everyone hears every word. 

“Hey!” Darren pokes him harder in the side. “You can’t use your booty wiles to extort info from me. That breaks rule seventeen." 

"No physical contact? Sweetie, that’s only on stage.” Chris pats the arm Darren has around him, holding him still - or attempting to. 

“Cheating,” Darren whines.

The radio is playing and it rolls over to a new song, a poppy number. Chris lights up. “Ooh, I love this one! Turn it up?” 

Mark, having claimed the front seat, cranks it up. 

“Oh no,” Dianna whispers, covering her mouth with her hand. She’s the only one who has the foresight to see where this is going. 

Chris starts humming along and bouncing to the beat. 

“No!” Darren flails his hands out, panicky, and then grabs Chris around the waist to try and still him. “Stop, stop, I have to get out of the car in like five minutes, do you know how many fans will probably be stalking outside of the hotel?” 

Chris cranes his neck and looks back and slightly down at Darren. “If you tell me what you’re planning it might distract me from this awesome song.” 

Darren gapes at him. “I can’t!” 

"Well, then.” Chris grins and shimmies a little where he’s sitting. “Rekax and enjoy the music." 

Hayeffie
Wafia

(So this is my entry into the official fandom games, sorry it’s late. This is about Effie telling Haymitch not to drink and try something alternative..like coffee. I suggest listening to this on low volume just incase it suddenly goes loud. Sorry about the lousy voice recorder the one I was going to use broke so! Underneath are the lyrics ahh okay :D )

I’ve never seen Haymitch eat so fast
 I can’t Believe he doesn’t have manners
And I know I’m a picky person
But please you really disgust me

Oh come on effie listen,  avoxes, grey goose, trippin in the bathroom
Blood stains, senreca crane , trashin’ the hotel room,
I don’t care, atleast they don’t give me morphine here
But everybody’s like Katniss, Peeta, diamonds on your timepiece.
Jet planes, the Capitol, tigers on a gold leash.
I don’t care, they’ve killed my family anyway!.

 Will you ever not be drunk ( Be Drunk)
It makes you smell bad
Haymitch you  really need a shower
You need a different kind of buzz
Let me give you some coffee (coffee)
You can call me queen effie
And baby I’ll rule, I’ll rule, I’ll rule, I’ll rule.
Let me give you some caffeine

[Verse 2]
Effie please don’t judge me too much.

 I swear I didn’t mean it (Maybe)
And everyone who knows

 It was a mistake,
I didn’t burn down mahogany

But every song’s like Haymitch really clean up after yourself.
Blood stains, Seneca crane, trashin’ the hotel room,
I don’t care, unless they touch my mahogany.
But everybody’s like, Katniss , Peeta , diamonds on your timepiece.
Jet planes, parties, tigers on a gold leash
I really care, Haymitch and I are having a love affair

Will you ever not be drunk ( Be Drunk)
It makes you smell bad
Haymitch you really need a shower
You need a different kind of buzz
Let me give you some coffee (coffee)
You can call me queen effie
And baby I’ll rule, I’ll rule, I’ll rule, I’ll rule.
Let me give you some coffee

 

Ooh ooh oh
We’re bigger than we ever dreamed,
And I’m in love with coffee.
Ooh ooh oh
Life is great without a care (Not)
We aren’t caught up in your love affair.

Will you ever not be drunk ( Be Drunk)
It makes you smell bad
Haymitch just give me some kind of love
You need a different kind of buzz
Let me give you some coffee (coffee)
You can call me queen  effie
And baby I’ll rule, I’ll rule, I’ll rule, I’ll rule.
Let me give you some coffee