Fic: Bats and Other Party Animals
This was written for the worlds_finest awards. It won the best humour fic category! Woot!
The prompt for the awards was New Year's Eve and First Time. This is the first of two stories I wrote for it. You can find all of the awesome stories and artwork that were submitted at kal_wayne.
Title: Bats and Other Party Animals
Author: evangelene
Email: evangelene.fic@gmail.com
Pairing: Superman/Batman, implied other
Rating: PG
Word count: 2353
Warnings: mild language
Summary: New Year’s party at the Watchtower! Be there, or be Batman. (JLU Toonverse)
“Where the hell is Wally?” Batman growled, clutching a crumpled up poster.
“Why?” Superman asked, “What’s he done this time?”
“This,” Batman thrust the poster in front of him.
“The Flash’s Super Kick-Ass New Year’s Rockin’ Awesome Eve Party,” Superman read aloud.
“He seems to think he’s throwing a party on board the Watchtower. These posters are everywhere. I want to see how quickly he can take them down.”
Superman shifted nervously. “Yeah, about that, Bruce…”
Batman narrowed his eyes. “You knew about this.”
“Well, you know…Wally just really wanted to do something nice for everyone. He thought it would be fun for everyone to mingle a little without fighting super villains while they do it.”
“No.”
“It’s all he’s been talking about for weeks,” Superman said, almost pleading, “It’s actually all anyone’s been talking about…” Superman trailed off at the end of his sentence and braced himself.
“No one has talked to me about it,” his tone was even, and dangerous.
“That’s sort of why I asked if you could do watch duty that night. I figured it wouldn’t really be your thing.”
“I see.” Bruce wouldn’t let himself sound hurt. He wasn’t hurt. Of course he wasn’t. Obviously he wouldn’t be interested in a stupid dance party. A dance party that shouldn’t even be happening.
“Look, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I just knew this is how you’d react and, frankly, I don’t have a problem with this party,” Superman spoke quickly, adding, “Actually, I’m looking forward to it.”
“Why? Are you and Booster going to spike the punch?” Bruce sneered. This whole thing was ridiculous. Grown men and women. The most powerful men and women in the universe. A good percentage not even human. Dance party.
“Just because you’re allergic to fun, Bruce, doesn’t mean no one is allowed to ever have a good time,” Superman said. He said it with a grin, like it was playful, but it hurt. Not that Bruce would ever admit it.
“If anything gets broken, I’m not paying for it,” was all he managed to come back with before he turned and stalked out of the room.
********************
In the cafeteria, it became clear that Superman was right. Everyone was talking about the party. Like it was the god damn prom. Excited voices became hushed as Batman walked by, as if the very sound of happiness would turn him to stone or something. He saw Wally standing at the end of a table where Fire, Ice and Vixen were sitting.
“Two words, ladies: open bar,” he said, grinning, “And the beats? They’ll be bangin’. That’s a Flash guarantee. And don‘t worry, I‘ll save a dance for each of -” Wally stopped talking when he noticed Batman looming nearby. Bruce glared, but moved on silently.
“Too bad Spooky’s not coming, I’ll bet he’s a real party animal,” Wally said quietly, but not quietly enough that Bruce couldn’t hear him. Because Wally was a god damn idiot.
It’s not like Bruce didn’t know that he wasn’t the friendliest person. It’s not like he didn’t notice that the others had their little groups of friends who hung out and talked about unimportant things. And it’s not like he ever cared that he wasn’t a part of that world. There was something about this party that was bothering him more than it should. It was more than the fact that the party was a stupid idea and a complete waste of time.
Batman sat alone in a corner, staring at a sandwich he no longer wanted., while everyone around him chatted and laughed.
********************
New Year’s Eve. Bruce sat in front of the giant screens in the Watchtower, carefully scanning for emergencies. In the background, loud, thumping bass threatened his concentration.
This was stupid. Even if there was an intergalactic crisis, who the hell was he going to send? The entire league was probably half in the bag right now.
Two hours went by. Three. Bruce did what he had been resisting. He began scanning the internal monitors.
The party was mainly in the cafeteria, which had been cleared out. Coloured lights swirled around the dark room like a night club. Through the ridiculous amount of dry ice, he could make out the dancing bodies of several costumed heroes. It looked completely absurd. Of course they still had to wear their costumes because most were concerned with protecting their identities. Zooming in he saw Green Arrow and Black Canary making out. No surprise there. Switching to a hallway camera he saw Shining Knight and Vigilante making out. Still not really a surprise. Back at the dance he saw Wally trying to make out with anyone.
They’re like children. Batman thought bitterly.
So maybe it bothered him a little, not being invited. Because that’s basically what happened. The whole league decided to have a party and expected Batman to ring in the new year alone, doing the work that they couldn’t be bothered doing. Because that was Batman’s idea of a good time.
Batman wouldn’t know how to have a good time if his life depended on it.
Bruce slid down in the chair, bored and angry. How could he be the only one not interested in this dumb party? He could see J‘onn - J’onn for the love of - in the middle of the dance floor.
Bruce glanced at the time. 11:30pm. At least this would all be over soon.
“Bruce?”
“Shouldn’t you be dancing or something?” Bruce grumbled at the reflection in the monitor that showed Superman standing behind him.
“I just wanted to check on you. To see how you’re doing.”
“I’m fine.”
“You don’t sound fine.”
“Nobody likes me,” Batman couldn’t believe he actually said that out loud.
Superman laughed, “Since when has that bothered you?”
“Then it’s true.”
“No!” Superman said, startled, “What, you’re being serious? Of course they like you.”
“And I thought you never lied. I guess that changes after a few beers, Clark.”
“I’m not drinking and you know it,” Superman sighed, “Are you upset that no one told you about the party?”
“No,” Batman said flatly, “I’m upset that nobody likes me.”
“They like you! It’s just that…”
“Nobody thinks I’m cool.”
Superman laughed again, “Ok, now I know you’re not serious.”
“I’m dead serious. Maybe I wanted to be included. That probably never occurred to you.” Batman could not believe what was coming out of his mouth. There was something about Clark. It was like a hidden power that only worked on Bruce. The ability to admit things out loud that he hadn’t even admitted to himself yet.
Superman spun Bruce’s chair around so they were facing one another.
“They think you’re cool, Bruce,” Superman said, smiling warmly, “They think you’re too cool for something as silly as a party. Most of them want to be you.”
Bruce snorted, “It’s not as fun as it looks.”
Superman raised an eyebrow.
“Most of the time.”
“Well, let’s go, then,” Superman said brightly.
“Go where?”
“To the party.”
“Hell no.”
“I’m afraid so, Bruce. You obviously want to be there, and I want you to be there, so let’s show these second-stringers that Batman knows how to have a good time.”
“Batman doesn’t know how to have a good time.”
Superman leaned in, “But Bruce Wayne does. I’ve seen it.”
“I’m not dancing dressed like Batman.”
“Come on, you won’t look any stupider than I will.” Superman had that rare mischievous look in his eyes that Bruce always secretly loved.
“What, we’re dancing together now?”
Superman winked before grabbing Bruce by the wrist “If you’re lucky.”
Batman did not enjoy being hauled toward the party.
“Let go of me, Clark. Who’s going to stand watch if I go with you?”
“Forget about it,” Superman said brightly, not letting go, “The Watchtower is closed tonight.”
“If you don’t let go right now…”
“Fine,” Superman sighed and let go, “But you’re still coming with me.”
Rather than start an “am not” “are too” war with the Man of Steel, Batman reluctantly followed Superman toward the sound of pounding music.
“How can you even stand this volume of music?!” Batman yelled at Superman as they entered the cafeteria, “It’s too loud for me and my ears are covered.”
Superman just shrugged and smiled and kept walking. Bruce followed, drawn by Clark’s playfulness.
They were cut off by Wally.
“Yo, Bats! What’s up?! Everybody in the club’s gettin’ tipsy!”
“What?!” Batman asked loudly.
“Heeeeey, the princess was looking for you. I think she wants a kiss at midnight, you stud.” The Flash was nudging Batman in the ribs. The Flash was going to get punched in the nose in a second.
“Gotta go, Bats. I’m getting a drink for Zatanna…I think I got a shot.”
He was gone before Bruce could argue that Wally most certainly did not have a shot.
Now Bruce couldn’t find Clark. It was just dry ice and lights and noise and people he worked with flailing around with drinks in their hands. He felt a tap on his shoulder.
“Bruce.” Superman was holding two glasses of something.
“Ginger ale,” Clark explained, holding one out. Bruce took it, glancing around uncomfortably.
“This is absurd,” Bruce complained, “These are people I’ve fought alongside with on other planets. In other dimensions. In other centuries! Acting like teenagers!” As he said this, Aztec walked by yelling “Everybody take your shirts off! It will be totally awesome!”
“Yeah,” Superman looked around smiling, “It’s great, isn’t it?”
Batman took a drink. Maybe it was a little great.
He felt an arm drape around his shoulders and turned to see John Stewart hanging off him.
“Batman,” he slurred, “You made it! You know, everyone said that you don’t like to party, but I said…I said…you don’t know the Bat. I know the Bat. I’m an original. We go back, the Batman and me. We’re original leaguers, and the original seven know how to party. That’s what I told them! Am I right?!”
Batman thankfully didn’t have to answer because John was already distracted and left to say the exact same thing to J’onn.
Bruce finished his drink and set the glass on a table. Clark did the same thing, then nodded his head in the direction of the dance floor.
“Shall we?”
“No we shan’t,” Bruce tried to keep the panic in his voice to a minimum.
“Now Batman,” Clark grinned that mischievous grin that he knew Bruce was powerless to fight, “If you don’t stand up to the bullies, they’ll never stop picking on you.”
“I’m not dancing.”
Clark was suddenly very close, “My new year’s resolution is to make sure that you start having more fun, and I am starting right now.”
“You would make your new year’s resolution all about another person.”
“I have another one.”
“Oh?”
“I’ll tell you later, if you dance.”
So that’s how Batman found himself in the middle of a dance floor at minutes to midnight. Some inane song about sexy backs was playing, and Superman was getting right into it in the most appalling way possible.
“You’re a terrible dancer,” Bruce observed.
“At least I’m trying,” Clark argued.
“I don’t have to try,” Bruce said, “I’m an excellent dancer.”
“I’ll bet you are,” Clark said, very close, “I’ve also heard you’ve got a golden singing voice.”
“That was supposed to be a secret.” Damn Diana.
“What are you scared of, Bruce? Do you really think that anyone is going to laugh at Batman?”
“I don’t care what they think,” Bruce lied.
“Good,” Clark said, unexpectedly placing a hand on Bruce’s back, “Neither do I.”
Bruce moved with Clark, trying to block out the rest of the room. It became easier each time Clark moved toward him, bringing their bodies briefly together. If it wasn’t totally insane, Bruce would swear that Clark was putting the moves on him.
Bruce and Clark. Batman and Superman. Dancing together. To dance music. On a dance floor. At a dance. It would be humiliating if it wasn’t so hot. Bruce wasn’t feeling as awkward as he should. He was just letting the music tell him what to do, and letting Clark’s eyes give him ideas of what to do next.
Suddenly there was a countdown, which Bruce registered somewhat. The room was yelling out numbers backwards in unison. He understood the reasoning, but all his brain was telling him was that when those numbers stopped, something very exciting was going to happen.
Balloons dropped from somewhere and Clark’s mouth landed on his. He was sure there were pairs of people kissing all around them, but not like this. The rest of them had been waiting ten seconds. Clark and Bruce had been waiting something like ten years for this. Waited so long that Bruce stopped thinking it ever would happen, but never forgot that he wanted it to. He kissed Clark like they were completely alone in the universe. His hands found Clark’s soft hair and grabbed fistfuls of it. Clark’s icy tongue moved past warm lips and shocked Bruce’s mouth in an insanely good way.
It broke off eventually. Probably Clark that pulled back first because lord knows Bruce wasn’t able to. They stepped apart, breath ragged, eying each other like they’d both discovered treasure.
Then Bruce noticed the room. It was quiet.
He shifted his gaze to the side and saw more or less the entire Justice League staring at them, slack jawed. Bruce wished he’d designed this room with a trapdoor directly underneath him.
A voice from the back, Shayera’s, broke the silence by loudly stating “It’s about time!”
Then there was laughter and, to Bruce’s mortification, enthusiastic applause. Superman smiled sheepishly and waved. Bruce sort of wanted to throw up. But not as much as he wanted to haul Clark into the nearest empty room and tear all of his clothes off. He grabbed Clark’s arm.
“Come on.”
“Where are we going?” Clark asked, startled.
“We’re going to work on our resolutions.”
As they exited the room, Bruce could hear Diana saying “Wally? I’ll take that drink.”
-The End-
The prompt for the awards was New Year's Eve and First Time. This is the first of two stories I wrote for it. You can find all of the awesome stories and artwork that were submitted at kal_wayne.
Title: Bats and Other Party Animals
Author: evangelene
Email: evangelene.fic@gmail.com
Pairing: Superman/Batman, implied other
Rating: PG
Word count: 2353
Warnings: mild language
Summary: New Year’s party at the Watchtower! Be there, or be Batman. (JLU Toonverse)
“Where the hell is Wally?” Batman growled, clutching a crumpled up poster.
“Why?” Superman asked, “What’s he done this time?”
“This,” Batman thrust the poster in front of him.
“The Flash’s Super Kick-Ass New Year’s Rockin’ Awesome Eve Party,” Superman read aloud.
“He seems to think he’s throwing a party on board the Watchtower. These posters are everywhere. I want to see how quickly he can take them down.”
Superman shifted nervously. “Yeah, about that, Bruce…”
Batman narrowed his eyes. “You knew about this.”
“Well, you know…Wally just really wanted to do something nice for everyone. He thought it would be fun for everyone to mingle a little without fighting super villains while they do it.”
“No.”
“It’s all he’s been talking about for weeks,” Superman said, almost pleading, “It’s actually all anyone’s been talking about…” Superman trailed off at the end of his sentence and braced himself.
“No one has talked to me about it,” his tone was even, and dangerous.
“That’s sort of why I asked if you could do watch duty that night. I figured it wouldn’t really be your thing.”
“I see.” Bruce wouldn’t let himself sound hurt. He wasn’t hurt. Of course he wasn’t. Obviously he wouldn’t be interested in a stupid dance party. A dance party that shouldn’t even be happening.
“Look, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I just knew this is how you’d react and, frankly, I don’t have a problem with this party,” Superman spoke quickly, adding, “Actually, I’m looking forward to it.”
“Why? Are you and Booster going to spike the punch?” Bruce sneered. This whole thing was ridiculous. Grown men and women. The most powerful men and women in the universe. A good percentage not even human. Dance party.
“Just because you’re allergic to fun, Bruce, doesn’t mean no one is allowed to ever have a good time,” Superman said. He said it with a grin, like it was playful, but it hurt. Not that Bruce would ever admit it.
“If anything gets broken, I’m not paying for it,” was all he managed to come back with before he turned and stalked out of the room.
********************
In the cafeteria, it became clear that Superman was right. Everyone was talking about the party. Like it was the god damn prom. Excited voices became hushed as Batman walked by, as if the very sound of happiness would turn him to stone or something. He saw Wally standing at the end of a table where Fire, Ice and Vixen were sitting.
“Two words, ladies: open bar,” he said, grinning, “And the beats? They’ll be bangin’. That’s a Flash guarantee. And don‘t worry, I‘ll save a dance for each of -” Wally stopped talking when he noticed Batman looming nearby. Bruce glared, but moved on silently.
“Too bad Spooky’s not coming, I’ll bet he’s a real party animal,” Wally said quietly, but not quietly enough that Bruce couldn’t hear him. Because Wally was a god damn idiot.
It’s not like Bruce didn’t know that he wasn’t the friendliest person. It’s not like he didn’t notice that the others had their little groups of friends who hung out and talked about unimportant things. And it’s not like he ever cared that he wasn’t a part of that world. There was something about this party that was bothering him more than it should. It was more than the fact that the party was a stupid idea and a complete waste of time.
Batman sat alone in a corner, staring at a sandwich he no longer wanted., while everyone around him chatted and laughed.
********************
New Year’s Eve. Bruce sat in front of the giant screens in the Watchtower, carefully scanning for emergencies. In the background, loud, thumping bass threatened his concentration.
This was stupid. Even if there was an intergalactic crisis, who the hell was he going to send? The entire league was probably half in the bag right now.
Two hours went by. Three. Bruce did what he had been resisting. He began scanning the internal monitors.
The party was mainly in the cafeteria, which had been cleared out. Coloured lights swirled around the dark room like a night club. Through the ridiculous amount of dry ice, he could make out the dancing bodies of several costumed heroes. It looked completely absurd. Of course they still had to wear their costumes because most were concerned with protecting their identities. Zooming in he saw Green Arrow and Black Canary making out. No surprise there. Switching to a hallway camera he saw Shining Knight and Vigilante making out. Still not really a surprise. Back at the dance he saw Wally trying to make out with anyone.
They’re like children. Batman thought bitterly.
So maybe it bothered him a little, not being invited. Because that’s basically what happened. The whole league decided to have a party and expected Batman to ring in the new year alone, doing the work that they couldn’t be bothered doing. Because that was Batman’s idea of a good time.
Batman wouldn’t know how to have a good time if his life depended on it.
Bruce slid down in the chair, bored and angry. How could he be the only one not interested in this dumb party? He could see J‘onn - J’onn for the love of - in the middle of the dance floor.
Bruce glanced at the time. 11:30pm. At least this would all be over soon.
“Bruce?”
“Shouldn’t you be dancing or something?” Bruce grumbled at the reflection in the monitor that showed Superman standing behind him.
“I just wanted to check on you. To see how you’re doing.”
“I’m fine.”
“You don’t sound fine.”
“Nobody likes me,” Batman couldn’t believe he actually said that out loud.
Superman laughed, “Since when has that bothered you?”
“Then it’s true.”
“No!” Superman said, startled, “What, you’re being serious? Of course they like you.”
“And I thought you never lied. I guess that changes after a few beers, Clark.”
“I’m not drinking and you know it,” Superman sighed, “Are you upset that no one told you about the party?”
“No,” Batman said flatly, “I’m upset that nobody likes me.”
“They like you! It’s just that…”
“Nobody thinks I’m cool.”
Superman laughed again, “Ok, now I know you’re not serious.”
“I’m dead serious. Maybe I wanted to be included. That probably never occurred to you.” Batman could not believe what was coming out of his mouth. There was something about Clark. It was like a hidden power that only worked on Bruce. The ability to admit things out loud that he hadn’t even admitted to himself yet.
Superman spun Bruce’s chair around so they were facing one another.
“They think you’re cool, Bruce,” Superman said, smiling warmly, “They think you’re too cool for something as silly as a party. Most of them want to be you.”
Bruce snorted, “It’s not as fun as it looks.”
Superman raised an eyebrow.
“Most of the time.”
“Well, let’s go, then,” Superman said brightly.
“Go where?”
“To the party.”
“Hell no.”
“I’m afraid so, Bruce. You obviously want to be there, and I want you to be there, so let’s show these second-stringers that Batman knows how to have a good time.”
“Batman doesn’t know how to have a good time.”
Superman leaned in, “But Bruce Wayne does. I’ve seen it.”
“I’m not dancing dressed like Batman.”
“Come on, you won’t look any stupider than I will.” Superman had that rare mischievous look in his eyes that Bruce always secretly loved.
“What, we’re dancing together now?”
Superman winked before grabbing Bruce by the wrist “If you’re lucky.”
Batman did not enjoy being hauled toward the party.
“Let go of me, Clark. Who’s going to stand watch if I go with you?”
“Forget about it,” Superman said brightly, not letting go, “The Watchtower is closed tonight.”
“If you don’t let go right now…”
“Fine,” Superman sighed and let go, “But you’re still coming with me.”
Rather than start an “am not” “are too” war with the Man of Steel, Batman reluctantly followed Superman toward the sound of pounding music.
“How can you even stand this volume of music?!” Batman yelled at Superman as they entered the cafeteria, “It’s too loud for me and my ears are covered.”
Superman just shrugged and smiled and kept walking. Bruce followed, drawn by Clark’s playfulness.
They were cut off by Wally.
“Yo, Bats! What’s up?! Everybody in the club’s gettin’ tipsy!”
“What?!” Batman asked loudly.
“Heeeeey, the princess was looking for you. I think she wants a kiss at midnight, you stud.” The Flash was nudging Batman in the ribs. The Flash was going to get punched in the nose in a second.
“Gotta go, Bats. I’m getting a drink for Zatanna…I think I got a shot.”
He was gone before Bruce could argue that Wally most certainly did not have a shot.
Now Bruce couldn’t find Clark. It was just dry ice and lights and noise and people he worked with flailing around with drinks in their hands. He felt a tap on his shoulder.
“Bruce.” Superman was holding two glasses of something.
“Ginger ale,” Clark explained, holding one out. Bruce took it, glancing around uncomfortably.
“This is absurd,” Bruce complained, “These are people I’ve fought alongside with on other planets. In other dimensions. In other centuries! Acting like teenagers!” As he said this, Aztec walked by yelling “Everybody take your shirts off! It will be totally awesome!”
“Yeah,” Superman looked around smiling, “It’s great, isn’t it?”
Batman took a drink. Maybe it was a little great.
He felt an arm drape around his shoulders and turned to see John Stewart hanging off him.
“Batman,” he slurred, “You made it! You know, everyone said that you don’t like to party, but I said…I said…you don’t know the Bat. I know the Bat. I’m an original. We go back, the Batman and me. We’re original leaguers, and the original seven know how to party. That’s what I told them! Am I right?!”
Batman thankfully didn’t have to answer because John was already distracted and left to say the exact same thing to J’onn.
Bruce finished his drink and set the glass on a table. Clark did the same thing, then nodded his head in the direction of the dance floor.
“Shall we?”
“No we shan’t,” Bruce tried to keep the panic in his voice to a minimum.
“Now Batman,” Clark grinned that mischievous grin that he knew Bruce was powerless to fight, “If you don’t stand up to the bullies, they’ll never stop picking on you.”
“I’m not dancing.”
Clark was suddenly very close, “My new year’s resolution is to make sure that you start having more fun, and I am starting right now.”
“You would make your new year’s resolution all about another person.”
“I have another one.”
“Oh?”
“I’ll tell you later, if you dance.”
So that’s how Batman found himself in the middle of a dance floor at minutes to midnight. Some inane song about sexy backs was playing, and Superman was getting right into it in the most appalling way possible.
“You’re a terrible dancer,” Bruce observed.
“At least I’m trying,” Clark argued.
“I don’t have to try,” Bruce said, “I’m an excellent dancer.”
“I’ll bet you are,” Clark said, very close, “I’ve also heard you’ve got a golden singing voice.”
“That was supposed to be a secret.” Damn Diana.
“What are you scared of, Bruce? Do you really think that anyone is going to laugh at Batman?”
“I don’t care what they think,” Bruce lied.
“Good,” Clark said, unexpectedly placing a hand on Bruce’s back, “Neither do I.”
Bruce moved with Clark, trying to block out the rest of the room. It became easier each time Clark moved toward him, bringing their bodies briefly together. If it wasn’t totally insane, Bruce would swear that Clark was putting the moves on him.
Bruce and Clark. Batman and Superman. Dancing together. To dance music. On a dance floor. At a dance. It would be humiliating if it wasn’t so hot. Bruce wasn’t feeling as awkward as he should. He was just letting the music tell him what to do, and letting Clark’s eyes give him ideas of what to do next.
Suddenly there was a countdown, which Bruce registered somewhat. The room was yelling out numbers backwards in unison. He understood the reasoning, but all his brain was telling him was that when those numbers stopped, something very exciting was going to happen.
Balloons dropped from somewhere and Clark’s mouth landed on his. He was sure there were pairs of people kissing all around them, but not like this. The rest of them had been waiting ten seconds. Clark and Bruce had been waiting something like ten years for this. Waited so long that Bruce stopped thinking it ever would happen, but never forgot that he wanted it to. He kissed Clark like they were completely alone in the universe. His hands found Clark’s soft hair and grabbed fistfuls of it. Clark’s icy tongue moved past warm lips and shocked Bruce’s mouth in an insanely good way.
It broke off eventually. Probably Clark that pulled back first because lord knows Bruce wasn’t able to. They stepped apart, breath ragged, eying each other like they’d both discovered treasure.
Then Bruce noticed the room. It was quiet.
He shifted his gaze to the side and saw more or less the entire Justice League staring at them, slack jawed. Bruce wished he’d designed this room with a trapdoor directly underneath him.
A voice from the back, Shayera’s, broke the silence by loudly stating “It’s about time!”
Then there was laughter and, to Bruce’s mortification, enthusiastic applause. Superman smiled sheepishly and waved. Bruce sort of wanted to throw up. But not as much as he wanted to haul Clark into the nearest empty room and tear all of his clothes off. He grabbed Clark’s arm.
“Come on.”
“Where are we going?” Clark asked, startled.
“We’re going to work on our resolutions.”
As they exited the room, Bruce could hear Diana saying “Wally? I’ll take that drink.”
-The End-