Chapter 2: So, How Did You Sleep?



A/N: oh yeah. Chunks is chunking Zippy is zipping, and Ein is a 'shroom happy puppy. He is bouncing all over the living room. Every time he hits the ground, he makes a squeaky sound like a rubber duckie. ANYWAYS . . . onward! (Chunks says tally ho. She's British. Yeah . . .)

Martian Manhunter (J'Onn J'Onzz) and Flash (fastest man alive) were standing on the bridge of The Watchtower (space station. In space. Above Earth) staring at each other (if continued too long it gets very boring). The air was ripe with unanswered questions that neither wanted to ask. Or answer, for that matter. So, they just . . . stared.

"Well . . ." said Flash.

"Well indeed," replied J'Onn.

"So."

"So."

"I'm going to bed."

"Yes."

"Night JJ."

"Don't call me JJ."

"Okay . . ." and off went Flash, *faster than lighting.*

"Yes," said the Martian, and he went to bed as well.

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MEANWHILE: wherever the Hell Batman and Diana are.

"Ow."

"This plastic is chafing."

"Wrong circle."

"I can't reach . . ."

"Don't put your hand there!"

"Sorry. It slipped."

"Well if you would take off that damn cape, this might be easier."

"The cape stays."

"Well how about the mask?"

"The mask stays."

"WHY do you always insist on wearing that whenever we do this?"

"Because."

"I'm falling!!!"

"I couldn't tell. I am on top of you."

"Yeah, and I think one of your utilities is poking me."

"Okay . . . left hand green."

Ahhh . . . Twister. The *hot spot.* All of you are perverts. Yeah, yeah, we know. The game of Twister was getting too complicated, and so the Dark Knight and Princess of Themyscira decided to stop. They rolled up the mat and put it away. It just so happened that this game of Twister was being played in Batman's bedroom. The place everyone was thinking to look for the *missing* two, but no one dared. To put it simply, the other Leaguers were kind of scared of him, and his self-sufficient habits. Even his room reflected his reclusive aura. As he was "The Bat," the lights in his room were always at a romantic low. The Bat didn't just set the mood..he lived it. Hell yeah.

<romantic interlude where ChunkyMunky241 shoves Zippy out of the chair and assumes control over the keyboard>

Diana took the Twister box away from Batman, gently offering to put it away in the nearby closet. He said nothing, but looked at her retreating form in that strange ethereal lighting one can only see from space. The light from an infinite amount of stars, one Earth, and one moon filtered in through the window on the other side of the room, reflecting off her exposed shoulders, the contrast between them and her dark hair making her skin seem almost milky in texture. She extended her arms upward, placing the box on an upper shelf, only to sense a presence directly behind her. Turning her head, she was quite surprised when she felt warm lips crush against hers.

She was even more surprised to find that she liked it.

His gloved hand came up upon her shoulder, brushing her soft hair away. She turned around fully, only stopping once to breathe before she returned the kiss. Brushing her fingers lightly against the lower, unmasked portion of his face, she decided that if mask on was what he wanted, then it was fine with her. He broke away tenderly from her, as though he had heard her thoughts, and smiled into her slowly opening eyes.

"Apparently the Princess of the Amazons has other special talents."

She looked at him roguishly. "I'm a fast learner."

He smiled again and closed the gap between them once more. Starting from her lips he traced a path down her jawline with his own, the trail extending to her delicate throat. Infused, her hands, seemingly of their own volition, swept across his broad chest before descending downward, passing his strong abdominal muscles and ending their trek with an insistent tug on the utility belt.

Suddenly stopped by his hand, Diana looked back up into the concealed eyes of the man known as the Dark Knight, wondering if she had done something wrong. A look of nervous apprehension crossed his face, as though he were worried about what she would think. Strange, he had never seemed to care what other people thought before. What made her so special?

"Wait," he said, still grasping her wrist. "There's something I need to show you first."

Before she could respond, he reached up his hand to his face, pulling back the dark cowl.

"My name is Bruce Wayne."

And then she kissed him.

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<Zippy whacks Chunks with THE FRYING PAN FROM HELL on loan from Chichi . . . and assumes control of the keyboard.>

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>Ring< >Ring< >Rin-

"Hello? . . . I told you not to call me here . . . No . . . No! . . . I swear! I don't have a thing for her! . . . No, it's a business relationship, that's all! . . . No, I'm not patronizing you just because you are a woman . . . I would never patronize you, even if you were a guy . . . No I don't like men! . . . That's disgusting . . . No I don't want to try it! . . . Well, I was out this evening . . . NO! not with another date! I would never cheat on you . . . we went to a bar . . . IT'S NOT WHAT YOU THINK . . . Lois . . . Lois . . . Lois . . . no, we just sang . . . Karaoke . . . it's very popular . . . yes, we CAN try it sometime . . . Lois . . . I swear . . . Lois . . . no, I'll be in tomorrow . . . I'll see you then . . . Love you too . . . Goodbye."

Superman mumbled to himself as he climbed back into bed, "I hope Lois isn't doing pot because she is getting awfully paranoid."



THE NEXT MORNING: In the Watchtower Living Room (Chunks: they have a living room? Zippy: they do now . . .)

"I will trade you my Bulbasaur, Pikachu, and Squirtle for your Charizard."

"Hmm . . . no deal. Too risky."

"Fine. I'll throw in my Psyduck."

"You have got to be joking."

"DAMMIT. Fine. Will you accept if I add holographic Jigglypuff?"

"You have yourself a deal." Martian Manhunter surrendered his Charizard and accepted 5 new cards. Unbeknownst to many, J'Onn and Flash were avid Pokémon enthusiasts. They traded frequently, with Flash usually getting the worst end of the deal. All he had left was Chancy and now Charizard.

"Hawkgirl is sleeping rather late this morning. She is usually up with the sun," commented J'Onn.

"Yeah, well, with the hangover that she is gonna have," Flash whistled. "I really don't want to be in her line of fire. I mean, she is completely hot, but everyone knows her temper. Good thing I hid the mace."

"I have a suspicion that that will further displease her."

"No . . . really? But at least she won't have something to hit me with."

"There are always her fists."

"Dammit," Flash frowned, not having thought about that. "Oh, hey GL. Nice hair," he said, turning to greet the newcomer, whose hair seemed to have been slept on the wrong way.

Green Lantern scowled and mumbled something incoherent.

"Yeah, me too. Hey, nice boxers. Green is a nice color on you."

GL grunted acknowledgement.

"So, how did you sleep last night?"

Another grunt.

"That good, huh? Sweet. Hey, someone needs to get some milk because I used the last of it on my Count Chocula. You know, we need to have a cereal featuring us. Something like, 'Flash Puffs,' or 'Rice Flashbies,' or maybe 'Cocoa Flash.' Something cool like that, you know?"

GL didn't even say anything. He just walked over to the fridge and took a big swill of OJ. Right out of the carton. Eeww . . . JUST THEN, Superman walked into the kitchen.

"Dammit, GL, that was my juice! Use a glass."

Another grunt.

"And for god's sake, put some pants on. You never know when the ladies will be up. (A/N: oh, we don't think they will be up for a while.)

LATER, IN HAWKGIRL'S BEDROOM:

Hawkgirl woke up slowly, as if coming out of a very pleasant dream. She stretched out her wings under the covers of her bed and sighed contentedly. "Man, I feel surprisingly good today. I thought I would have a bitch of a hangover, but I actually feel quite nice . . . I usually only feel this nice after I hav-" she broke off with a start. She felt her nose and forehead, "Where is my mask??" and then looked under the covers at . . . er . . . herself. Her eyes very wide, she looked over the side of the bed at her hastily thrown clothes.

"Oh shit."



NEXT TIME: So, who DID Hawkgirl get jiggy with? Hmm . . . And don't worry, it won't be something bad. I promise that she will vaguely remember it. Just not who. Oops. She should really stop drinking. Will Green Lantern EVER put clothes back on? Okay, and I was just wondering . . . do they wear underwear under their spandex and stuff? Or are those outfits like kilts or something . . . Nevermind. REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! And, sorrie the chapter is so short. ZIPPY LOVES YOU!!!!! (Chunks would say she loves you, but she's in the bathroom)