So, This Happened

This was several years ago, when I had not been in comics long. 

I was at a festival, kind of like a comics con/fair sort of hybrid thing. Great hospitality, lovely food, people were always smiling, that whole thing. 

Very nice. People were very friendly.

The first day of the event, I was totally surprised by the quality of the cosplayers. It was very high-level stuff, like you would expect to see at one of the bigger cons, and one of the fun things was that the whole town joined in.

I was especially impressed by two EXTREMELY hot, good-looking guy cosplayers, one as Nightwing and another as Superboy. I don’t think the two knew each other. But man alive, they both looked like comic books come to life, just really handsome and fit and adorable, with great costumes and attitudes.

I thought they looked amazing, and I made a note to take a picture with them both when i had the chance, but I had a signing line, so I couldn’t do it at the time.

Later in the day, there was an outdoors street party, and I saw them both taking photos with with random people, and I grabbed my husband and said, HEY! We have to take my picture with these awesome cosplayers!  And my husband kindly put down his barbecue for a moment (which just proves how much he loves me because barbecue is his thing).

So I go to look for them, they have both disappeared. I am looking, finally I call out, SUPERBOY!  NIGHTWING!

No answer from them, but someone says they saw them go inside the building. 

So we go in, camera in hand, to find the cosplayers…

…and Superboy and Nightwing are making out big time, right up against the wall. Paying no attention to anyone.

My hubby said two things I will always love him for…

1)  “Wow, it’s like your mental slashfic come to life, isn’t it?”

and 

2) “Do you still want a picture?”

Anyway, it was a team-up to remember.   :)

PS. They broke off a bit later and were incredibly sweet and took the photo and stayed in character the entire time. My headcanon is that they got married and routinely go out patrolling the streets looking for Luthor and Two-Face.

PPS. I don’t write slashfic. Probably I don’t. Maybe I don’t. 

PPS. It was really good barbecue.