Fic: Strange Brew (2/9)
Title: Strange Brew (2/9)
Author: BradyGirl
Pairings/Characters (this chapter): Clark/Bruce, Dick/Roy, Linda/Barbara, Ollie/Dinah, Marla, Zatanna (Also, see Author’s Note below)
Category: Drama
Rating (this chapter): PG-13
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
General Summary: Zatanna hosts a Halloween Ball in order for the superhero and magickal communities to learn more about each other in a relaxed setting.
Summary: The superhero community is intrigued by the Halloween Ball.
Date Of Completion: October 4, 2007
Date Of Posting: October 19, 2007
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 1148
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Author’s Note: Written for the 2007 DCU Fic/Art Halloween Challenge run by me! :)
This story will feature many pairings (even threesomes!) but two of the primary pairings are Clark/Bruce and Dick/Roy, and the early chapters are pre-slash.
Challenge Prompts: I used so many they are too long to list, but I’ll list my Special Prompt: Love Potion! ;)
All chapters can be found here.
II
YOU ARE INVITED…
Bruce scowled. “We can’t leave Gotham on that night.”
“Yes, we can, Bruce.” Dick said patiently. “Zatanna said that the Witch community will place a protective spell on the communities protected by every hero who attends the Ball.”
Bruce huffed. “I’d rather take care of my city than attend some party.”
Dick laughed as he stretched his legs out on the living room couch. “Are you kidding? Halloween brings out every crazy in Gotham. Why wouldn’t you want a break from a night like that?”
Bruce was sitting in his favorite chair by the fireplace. “I don’t trust magic.”
“And that’s why Zatanna set this up.” Dick waved the glittering invitation, tiny sparkles shooting off the page and settling in his hair. “She thinks that there’s too much mistrust on both sides, so it’s a good idea to have this party and get to know each other better in a relaxed setting.”
Bruce rolled his eyes. “Must you always be so cheerful?”
Dick laughed again, his eyes sparkling even prettier than the invitation, and Bruce shook his head fondly.
It wouldn’t be so bad, he supposed. The rest of the JLA would be there, including Clark.
Maddening, smiling, gorgeous Clark…
& & & & & &
Clark read the invitation at the kitchen table at the Kent farm. He ran his finger over the gold lettering.
Magic always made him nervous. Along with Kryptonite, it was one of his few weaknesses.
Besides a certain superhero.
Maybe this was a good idea. Getting to know more people in the magical community besides Zatanna, her father Zatarra, and Jason Blood.
Besides, he liked parties.
A yawn attracted his attention. “Good morning, Cousin.”
Linda smiled as she rubbed her eyes and shuffled in large, fluffy slippers to the coffee pot on the kitchen counter. Pouring the brew, Linda joined Clark at the table.
“You’re going, right?” Clark asked, waving the invitation, the sparkles flying off and settling in Linda’s blond hair.
“Yeah.”
“Late night?” Clark asked in amusement as Linda yawned again.
“Yeah.” She sipped her coffee. “Where’s Aunt Martha and Uncle Jonathan?”
“Out in the barn.”
Linda looked out the window toward the barn. “Who else is going?”
“Most of the JLA. Oh, and Diana will be bringing Steve.”
“He’s not a costumed hero. No one’s bringing anyone who doesn’t know our secret identities.”
“Yes, but Steve’s worked with the JLA so much now that we’ve trusted him as to our real identities.”
“Oh.” Linda traced the flower pattern on the tablecloth. “Who else is going? Any of the Bats?”
“Dick assures me that Bruce and Barbara will be going.”
Linda’s eyes lit up and Clark grinned. He knew that Linda was interested in Barbara.
Maybe gay genes run in the El family.
He sighed as he thought of the Bat he wished to say sweet nothings to, but Bruce would not be interested. He liked women, and he would never let anyone interfere with his Mission, anyway.
Shrewd blue eyes were looking at him. “We can go together, unless you have a date.”
“No date.”
“I know you can’t ask Lois, but if you could…?”
“Lois and I are just friends.”
Linda seemed satisfied with that news, and rested her cheek in her hand. A blond lock fell over one eye. “Are you going to make me breakfast?”
Clark trained his eyes on a piece of bread on his plate. Red beams lasered the bread, a tiny wisp of smoke curling up as Clark handed the toast to Linda, who rolled her eyes as she took it.
“Show-off.”
Clark laughed.
& & & & & &
Dinah, Ollie ate Roy waffles and strawberries as the morning sun lit the breakfast nook in the Queen mansion.
“So, Pretty Bird, what are our costumes?” Ollie asked.
Dinah smiled as she winked at Roy conspiratorially. “You’ll see.”
“As long as it’s before the night of the party.”
“Don’t worry.” Dinah patted Ollie’s hand. “I’ll take care of you.” Her eyes twinkled. “Either me, or Hal.”
“Hmph,” Ollie said, trying to cover his blush.
Roy tried to stifle his laughter.
“I expect the Gotham and Paradise Island contingents will be there,” Ollie said.
It was Roy’s turn to blush while Dinah merely smiled.
& & & & & &
“I’ve got a batch bubbling in the cauldron. Come on in.”
“Thank you, Zee.”
Zatanna led her guest into her workroom. “Glad to see you, Marla.”
The blond smiled. “I wanted to ask if you needed help with decorating for the Ball. Oh, and how about a tour of the gardens since you upgraded since the last time I was here.”
Zatanna nodded. “Just let me check on this latch. And your potion is over on the table.”
“Cool. I’ll pick it up on the way out.”
Zatanna happily gave her magical friend a tour of the gardens, ablaze with autumn color.
Zatanna and her father had designed an English-style garden, enclosing small, intimate spaces with boxwood hedges. Marble benches invited strollers to sit, and statues of Greek and Egyptian deities were scattered throughout the grounds. All the naturally-boxed smaller gardens ringed a large, open area with a fountain in the center.
On the edge of the garden overlooking the ocean was a wooden gazebo with a cupola. On top of the cupola was a glinting gold weathervane in the shape of Apollo in his chariot riding toward the sun.
“Ooh, the ocean’s sparkling this morning,” said Marla.
“Nothing prettier.”
Pink streaks showed through Marla’s hair. “You’re very lucky, Zee.”
Zatanna smiled. “I know.” Contentment suffused her features.
“Do you really think a party will bridge the gap between Witch and mortal?”
Zatanna’s mouth quirked. “Some of the Capes aren’t mere mortals.”
Marla waved a bangled hand airily. “Irrelevant. They don’t perform magick.”
“But they believe in magick.”
Marla laughed. “They don’t like it.”
“Well, I can’t blame them. They’ve battled villains with our powers. I want them to see that we’re not all like that.”
Marla watched a seagull wheel over the sea. “They trust you.”
“I’ve used my magick for good. That’s why I’m a member of the Justice League.” Pride tinged Zatanna’s voice…
“Well, old friend, I hope you’re right.”
Marla turned to look at the cranberry-colored Victorian house behind them.
“Very lucky.” Marla smiled at Zatanna. “Can we eat lunch in the garden?”
“What a nice idea.”
They headed back to the house.
“Oh, I need to use the bathroom. Be right back,” Marla said.
“Okay.”
Zatanna started lunch preparations. She picked out a bottle of pink liquid, the magical version of Coke.
& & & & & &
Sunlight sparkled off the bottles on the table by the window. Marla picked up the bottle with her name on the label. She went over to Zatanna’s workbench, picked up another bottle, and headed to the kitchen.
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Author: BradyGirl
Pairings/Characters (this chapter): Clark/Bruce, Dick/Roy, Linda/Barbara, Ollie/Dinah, Marla, Zatanna (Also, see Author’s Note below)
Category: Drama
Rating (this chapter): PG-13
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
General Summary: Zatanna hosts a Halloween Ball in order for the superhero and magickal communities to learn more about each other in a relaxed setting.
Summary: The superhero community is intrigued by the Halloween Ball.
Date Of Completion: October 4, 2007
Date Of Posting: October 19, 2007
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 1148
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Author’s Note: Written for the 2007 DCU Fic/Art Halloween Challenge run by me! :)
This story will feature many pairings (even threesomes!) but two of the primary pairings are Clark/Bruce and Dick/Roy, and the early chapters are pre-slash.
Challenge Prompts: I used so many they are too long to list, but I’ll list my Special Prompt: Love Potion! ;)
All chapters can be found here.
II
YOU ARE INVITED…
Bruce scowled. “We can’t leave Gotham on that night.”
“Yes, we can, Bruce.” Dick said patiently. “Zatanna said that the Witch community will place a protective spell on the communities protected by every hero who attends the Ball.”
Bruce huffed. “I’d rather take care of my city than attend some party.”
Dick laughed as he stretched his legs out on the living room couch. “Are you kidding? Halloween brings out every crazy in Gotham. Why wouldn’t you want a break from a night like that?”
Bruce was sitting in his favorite chair by the fireplace. “I don’t trust magic.”
“And that’s why Zatanna set this up.” Dick waved the glittering invitation, tiny sparkles shooting off the page and settling in his hair. “She thinks that there’s too much mistrust on both sides, so it’s a good idea to have this party and get to know each other better in a relaxed setting.”
Bruce rolled his eyes. “Must you always be so cheerful?”
Dick laughed again, his eyes sparkling even prettier than the invitation, and Bruce shook his head fondly.
It wouldn’t be so bad, he supposed. The rest of the JLA would be there, including Clark.
Maddening, smiling, gorgeous Clark…
& & & & & &
Clark read the invitation at the kitchen table at the Kent farm. He ran his finger over the gold lettering.
Magic always made him nervous. Along with Kryptonite, it was one of his few weaknesses.
Besides a certain superhero.
Maybe this was a good idea. Getting to know more people in the magical community besides Zatanna, her father Zatarra, and Jason Blood.
Besides, he liked parties.
A yawn attracted his attention. “Good morning, Cousin.”
Linda smiled as she rubbed her eyes and shuffled in large, fluffy slippers to the coffee pot on the kitchen counter. Pouring the brew, Linda joined Clark at the table.
“You’re going, right?” Clark asked, waving the invitation, the sparkles flying off and settling in Linda’s blond hair.
“Yeah.”
“Late night?” Clark asked in amusement as Linda yawned again.
“Yeah.” She sipped her coffee. “Where’s Aunt Martha and Uncle Jonathan?”
“Out in the barn.”
Linda looked out the window toward the barn. “Who else is going?”
“Most of the JLA. Oh, and Diana will be bringing Steve.”
“He’s not a costumed hero. No one’s bringing anyone who doesn’t know our secret identities.”
“Yes, but Steve’s worked with the JLA so much now that we’ve trusted him as to our real identities.”
“Oh.” Linda traced the flower pattern on the tablecloth. “Who else is going? Any of the Bats?”
“Dick assures me that Bruce and Barbara will be going.”
Linda’s eyes lit up and Clark grinned. He knew that Linda was interested in Barbara.
Maybe gay genes run in the El family.
He sighed as he thought of the Bat he wished to say sweet nothings to, but Bruce would not be interested. He liked women, and he would never let anyone interfere with his Mission, anyway.
Shrewd blue eyes were looking at him. “We can go together, unless you have a date.”
“No date.”
“I know you can’t ask Lois, but if you could…?”
“Lois and I are just friends.”
Linda seemed satisfied with that news, and rested her cheek in her hand. A blond lock fell over one eye. “Are you going to make me breakfast?”
Clark trained his eyes on a piece of bread on his plate. Red beams lasered the bread, a tiny wisp of smoke curling up as Clark handed the toast to Linda, who rolled her eyes as she took it.
“Show-off.”
Clark laughed.
& & & & & &
Dinah, Ollie ate Roy waffles and strawberries as the morning sun lit the breakfast nook in the Queen mansion.
“So, Pretty Bird, what are our costumes?” Ollie asked.
Dinah smiled as she winked at Roy conspiratorially. “You’ll see.”
“As long as it’s before the night of the party.”
“Don’t worry.” Dinah patted Ollie’s hand. “I’ll take care of you.” Her eyes twinkled. “Either me, or Hal.”
“Hmph,” Ollie said, trying to cover his blush.
Roy tried to stifle his laughter.
“I expect the Gotham and Paradise Island contingents will be there,” Ollie said.
It was Roy’s turn to blush while Dinah merely smiled.
& & & & & &
“I’ve got a batch bubbling in the cauldron. Come on in.”
“Thank you, Zee.”
Zatanna led her guest into her workroom. “Glad to see you, Marla.”
The blond smiled. “I wanted to ask if you needed help with decorating for the Ball. Oh, and how about a tour of the gardens since you upgraded since the last time I was here.”
Zatanna nodded. “Just let me check on this latch. And your potion is over on the table.”
“Cool. I’ll pick it up on the way out.”
Zatanna happily gave her magical friend a tour of the gardens, ablaze with autumn color.
Zatanna and her father had designed an English-style garden, enclosing small, intimate spaces with boxwood hedges. Marble benches invited strollers to sit, and statues of Greek and Egyptian deities were scattered throughout the grounds. All the naturally-boxed smaller gardens ringed a large, open area with a fountain in the center.
On the edge of the garden overlooking the ocean was a wooden gazebo with a cupola. On top of the cupola was a glinting gold weathervane in the shape of Apollo in his chariot riding toward the sun.
“Ooh, the ocean’s sparkling this morning,” said Marla.
“Nothing prettier.”
Pink streaks showed through Marla’s hair. “You’re very lucky, Zee.”
Zatanna smiled. “I know.” Contentment suffused her features.
“Do you really think a party will bridge the gap between Witch and mortal?”
Zatanna’s mouth quirked. “Some of the Capes aren’t mere mortals.”
Marla waved a bangled hand airily. “Irrelevant. They don’t perform magick.”
“But they believe in magick.”
Marla laughed. “They don’t like it.”
“Well, I can’t blame them. They’ve battled villains with our powers. I want them to see that we’re not all like that.”
Marla watched a seagull wheel over the sea. “They trust you.”
“I’ve used my magick for good. That’s why I’m a member of the Justice League.” Pride tinged Zatanna’s voice…
“Well, old friend, I hope you’re right.”
Marla turned to look at the cranberry-colored Victorian house behind them.
“Very lucky.” Marla smiled at Zatanna. “Can we eat lunch in the garden?”
“What a nice idea.”
They headed back to the house.
“Oh, I need to use the bathroom. Be right back,” Marla said.
“Okay.”
Zatanna started lunch preparations. She picked out a bottle of pink liquid, the magical version of Coke.
& & & & & &
Sunlight sparkled off the bottles on the table by the window. Marla picked up the bottle with her name on the label. She went over to Zatanna’s workbench, picked up another bottle, and headed to the kitchen.
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