Fan Mail, Batch 1

[Sunshine]

The scene was straight out of a romance novel, or a chick flick. It was the epitome of passion, and Aurora found herself in a moment lifted straight from From Here to Eternity. The blonde lady was in a black single-piece, while her dream prince wore his muscles proudly, requiring only swim trunks. They held hands as they ran along the foamy salt water on the beach, occasionally splashing the water with their footsteps as the wave crashed in.

In a serious act of plagiarism, the two lovers found themselves on the ground, her back against the damp sand, and his face above hers. He was the stuff dreams were made of: handsome, yet shy and a little sensitive. Aurora was in love. She blushed and smiled adoringly. He began to lower his face closer to hers, his lips parting for a kiss. Aurora, her cheeks red and her heart pounding in excitement, closed her eyes and opened her lips, too.

"Hey, Sunny!" the man said, strangely in Duck Avenger's voice. "Are you gonna sleep all morning?"

Aurora's eyes snapped open, and gasped at the frightening creature in place where her dream prince used to be. Actually, his body was the same as said prince's from the neck down, but the head was Duck Avenger's, sans his hat but with his eye mask. It contrasted from the body very jarringly.

"W-what?" was all Aurora could mutter.

Duck Avenger the Muscular Human jumped up from the sand and struck a pose, but his face looked annoyed. "I said wake up!"

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Sunshine, back in reality, in her bedroom in the Overlook, was hugging her pillow as if ready to kiss it. She was curled up on her bed, in her white night gown.

[Duck Avenger]

Duck Avenger, already in full costume, had his arms folded on his chest. He tapped the floor with his right, yellow-booted foot. "Rise and Sunshine! We're expected to get some fan mail today. They're gonna be delivered to us, and some of the others are downstairs already. Get the lead out!" He smirked and left her to return downstairs, where he would socialize in the living room until the delivery men arrived.

[Sunshine]

Sunshine's eyes fluttered open as Duck Avenger reminded her, all to painfully, that she was having a dream. He was eager to read the incoming fan mail, true, but she secretly wished--and she hated thinking ill of her friends at all--that he could have left her alone for just another ten minutes, so she could have continued dreaming.

"Mmmpf," was all she replied as she hugged her pillow tighter, hearing Duck Avenger walk away. She closed her eyes and sighed.

She was sad, but she brushed it off, knowing that she'd have to be happy in front of the others. She didn't have to try hard to appear happy--she mostly was. But she had serious desires that she didn't talk about, but they made her heart slam against her rib cage.

She wanted a boyfriend. She wanted a man to love. She wanted to be loved.

Sunshine closed and locked her bedroom door after getting up. She stretched, walked straight to her bathroom and started her daily routine of getting ready, from bathing to suiting up. She wouldn't arrive downstairs for a while.

[The Wastelander]

Wastelander had been waiting downstairs for everyone to arrive, very anxious to know whether The Dream Leauge's fan community would recognize his actiojns along with the others. It was truly a tough moment for the young rabbit.

"So..." he said, trying to break the silence, "Who dod you guys think is gonna et the most fan mail?"

[Mechnician]

"It doesn't matter who gets the most, Wastelander," opined Mechnician as she flew into the room to join the others. "After all, we're a team, right?"

Although she had already revealed her civilian identity to the others, Gadget still appeared in full costume. Her teammates were still uncomfortable about their secret identities, but the little mouse had found it too difficult to live in the Overlook with her helmet and goggles on all the time.

"It's an honor to know that the public appreciates the important work we do." That's what fan mail was all about. At least it was in Gadget's mind.

[The Wastelander]

"Yeah," Wastelander conceited, "I guess that's true. It's just that I'm new to this whole "having fans" thing and I'm anxious to see how I have been doing in the eyes of the people I swore to protect."

He look back to the time when he had beat up Quackerjack and the crazy clown had threatened to sue the League.

"Do you guys remeber that time when Quackerjack turned us into black and white cartoon characters and I beat the tar out of him?" he asked, "Do you guys think I was a little hrash on him?"

[El Tirador]

"This is no the way I have hear the story, my frien'."

It was El Tirador, who was leaning up against the door frame, thumbs stuck into his gunbelt as he eyed his long-earred teammate. Of course, you couldn't see his eyes behind the white eye-holes of his colorful mask.

El Tirador was no good at keeping his crime-fighting identity a secret at the best of times, and he had long since stopped trying to conceal it from his fellow Leaguers. Still, he wore his costume around the Overlook simply because he thought it made him look cool.

Besides, he only got into this business to meet girls.

"I was no on that mission, but I hear it was all our amigos workeen' together who captured El Pato Loco."

[The Wastelander]

Wastelander was delighted to relate the tale of his first official mission. He loved to reminese about his adventures.

"Well," he said, trying to undo his origianl cockiness when he first brought up the matter, "Mechnician, Savage, and even Quiverwing Quack helped out with the capture, but I was the one that was doing most of the buttkicking. You see, we had been sent to St. Canard by the government and we noticed this huge television set in the middle of the city with Quackerjack standing on top of it."

"While I was trying to kick his butt, these giant rianbow beams came out of the TV thingie and turned me and the others into black and white cartoon characters. We fought Quackerjack for a bit, he started running away, we caught him before he got away, and he threatened to sue us on the grounds that he thought that he hadn't done anything wrong. Luckily, I used the old 'resisting arrest' card, did a victory dance, and we brought him to the police."

As he finished his story, he took a little bow for dramtic purposes.