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Quote a bit of my fic at me? Find that one fic of mine that you really like, and find a sentence or a paragraph that presses your prose-buttons in the right way, and comment here with it? Don't care how long or short.

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Dick examined himself in the bathroom. His face looked so familiar… then he tried to reconcile it with his recollections of the past few days. Yes, there’d been a change. He put a hand to his face. Stubble chafed his palm. Yup, definite change. He hadn’t even thought to notice it. Some detective. No wonder his face was so itchy.

He looked at his hands. Bigger. His arms were hairy. So was his chest. And he had scars. He took off his shirt. Jesus. His body looked like a satellite image of some war-torn country, set to flesh. Bruises were fading off his skin in a rainbow of colors, the best a putrid yellow staining his belly. He leaned over the sink, looking closer at his reflection. No scars like Bruce’s, but they were there. A stitch-job near the hairline; probably a broken bottle. All teeth accounted for, thankfully. Down at the neck, there was a bruise like someone had tried to strangle him.

Then the scars really started. A knife wound across the collarbone, a few miscellaneous gunshots, puckered and angry. One really big one on his left shoulder. The others were small caliber, ricochets, skims. That one was a direct hit. He could tell the bullet had lodged in there pretty good. Might’ve even hit bone. Bits of it might even still be in there, if it was one of those nasty frag-headed jobs. It was practically ancient, while a relatively newer one was on his leg.

Teeth marks on his thigh… had to be Killer Croc, although they were so pale and faded he couldn’t tell. Another scar, a coarsening of his skin which he couldn’t identify as acid or fire (probably some kind of lit accelerant, then) coursed down the side of his torso and under his waistband. He tugged his pants down.

Whoa.

That was certainly different.

Dick shook his hips and it swung from side to side between his legs. Okay, he could get used to that. But why hadn’t he noticed that when he’d taken his last piss? Not that he was in the habit of admiring his own manhood (of course, last time he’d checked he hadn’t had much to admire), but damn. He really had to take that thing for a test drive.

Pulling back on his shorts, Dick looked around and found some shaving cream and a razor. They were pink, but not being familiar with razors, Dick assumed that was traditional.

Loved Change My World! That's the reason I had to friend you! Yes, had to. And this part was one of my favorites with Dick rediscovering everythng about himself! *laughs* Still SO funny! =D

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Yeah. I think everyone loves it when I write about... hold on while I start a new sentence for comedic reasons... Dick.