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“Trinkets” by zippity_zoppity (PG-13)
Fandom: THE OFFICE
Pairing: Pam Beesley/Jim Halpert
Length: 1,100 words
Author on LJ:
zippity_zoppity
Author Website: MTT
Why this must be read: Sweet and sincere, this fic is an out-of-chronological-order recounting of five gifts of various sorts everyone’s favorite Scranton couple exchanges over the years, from pre-series up to the then-present(ish) day.
four: the goddamn batman
“I just think it’s too easy, you know? Like, of course he just happens to need to figure out where Heath Ledger--"
“The Joker.”
She rolls his eyes. “Fine, where the Joker is right after he makes some big computer that can do exactly that. I think it’s cheap. Like, who would think of that?”
“Batman,” he says.
“Oh, come on,” she says exasperatedly.
“Pam, you’re talking about a guy who secretly built a global network of semi-sentient spy satellites to keep track of every superhero on the planet in case one ever went psycho. Not supervillain, every superhero. Batman always has a plan.”
“Uh, Jim?” she says. “What movie were you watching? I did not see that…y’know, at all.”
He blushes.
“Seriously.” She’s waiting for an answer.
He reluctantly mumbles an issue number.
“Oh my God,” she groans. “I’m dating a huge dork.”
Later, she grabs a Post-It from her desk and draws him a little picture of a sour-faced cartoon Batman, just the head and the cape spreading to frame the words “BATMAN ALWAYS HAS A PLAN.” He sticks it to his computer monitor.
It’s what he glances at when Chris Brown starts seeping from behind Michael’s door. He calls Maid of the Mist from his desk.
Trinkets
Pairing: Pam Beesley/Jim Halpert
Length: 1,100 words
Author on LJ:
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
Author Website: MTT
Why this must be read: Sweet and sincere, this fic is an out-of-chronological-order recounting of five gifts of various sorts everyone’s favorite Scranton couple exchanges over the years, from pre-series up to the then-present(ish) day.
four: the goddamn batman
“I just think it’s too easy, you know? Like, of course he just happens to need to figure out where Heath Ledger--"
“The Joker.”
She rolls his eyes. “Fine, where the Joker is right after he makes some big computer that can do exactly that. I think it’s cheap. Like, who would think of that?”
“Batman,” he says.
“Oh, come on,” she says exasperatedly.
“Pam, you’re talking about a guy who secretly built a global network of semi-sentient spy satellites to keep track of every superhero on the planet in case one ever went psycho. Not supervillain, every superhero. Batman always has a plan.”
“Uh, Jim?” she says. “What movie were you watching? I did not see that…y’know, at all.”
He blushes.
“Seriously.” She’s waiting for an answer.
He reluctantly mumbles an issue number.
“Oh my God,” she groans. “I’m dating a huge dork.”
Later, she grabs a Post-It from her desk and draws him a little picture of a sour-faced cartoon Batman, just the head and the cape spreading to frame the words “BATMAN ALWAYS HAS A PLAN.” He sticks it to his computer monitor.
It’s what he glances at when Chris Brown starts seeping from behind Michael’s door. He calls Maid of the Mist from his desk.
Trinkets