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C.A. Turner
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Date Posted: 10:23:05 11/24/02 Sun
In reply to:
Adrian Tullberg
's message, "Christmas Interlude" on 22:35:44 11/21/02 Thu
>Hello all ...
>
>Found this forum, decided to contribute a little
>something I whipped up earlier ...
>
>***
>
>Diana strummed her fingers around her glass of eggnog,
>glancing at the time.
>
>Superhero Christmas parties were downbeat affairs at
>best, and this year's Watchtower Christmas bash was no
>exception.
>
>The whole secret identity concept really limited the
>choice of any guests you could bring along, and the
>amount of alcohol stopped secrets from being secret
>for long - she could still remember Green Lantern's
>face when Eel, trying to impress one Lois Lane,
>blurted out Kyle's name.
>
>It didn't help when Lois passed it off, stating she
>knew already.
>
>Not to mention there were the other parties you had to
>attend - family, friends, workplace ...
>
>Diana took a fortifying gulp, thinking of the endless
>receptions she'd be attending until the 26th rolled
>up. Somehow, being able to fly convinced the
>collective government and diplomatic community that
>she'd be able to appear at literally everybody's
>buffet, soire, banquet ... not to mention Trevor
>wanting to introduce her to his parents and immediate
>family ...
>
>The Amazon scanned the room - Plastic Man had Jade and
>Lois in stiches with his Eminem impression, J'onn was
>deep in discussion with Nightwing ...
>
>... Nightwing?
>
>Diana remembered, something along the lines of Batman
>attempting to reach out more to his family. She set
>down her glass and turned towards where a lightbulb
>had burnt out two days ago ...
>
>... there was Batman himself, watching the room with
>his blank stare. An unopened Bud Light was lingering
>in his grasp.
>
>She walked up to the Dark Knight, and positioned
>herself in front of him.
>
>"This is not a garden."
>
>Batman looked up, confused.
>
>Diana gave him a brief grin. "No wallflowers. Can't
>avoid the party forever."
>
>"This isn't avoiding the party."
>
>"Incredible impression."
>
>"To be accurate, it's the minimum safe distance once
>Plastic Man has had at least three drinks."
>
>Diana looked back at O'Brian, who was telling what
>seemed to be a particularly filthy joke to the
>visiting women while his hands were stretching further
>and further to respective erogenous zones. "Is that
>safe distance adjusted for gender?"
>
>"I recommend Europe during Friday nights."
>
>Diana lifted her chin, stretching out a sudden kink in
>her neck, when she saw it.
>
>Misteltoe. Right above Batman's head.
>
>A grin spread across her face, as she pointed to the
>sprig.
>
>Batman looked up. The expression on his face stated
>his previous ignorance of what he'd been standing
>under for most of the party.
>
>"Hoping to revive a Christmas tradition?"
>
>He gave her one of his more severe glowers.
>
>"You know, Kyle gets a little friendly after two more
>of those beers ..."
>
>"Princess ..."
>
>"That's 'Madame Ambassador' to you ..." Diana knew she
>shouldn't continue, but something was driving her
>onwards. She'd blame it on the drinks later. "...you
>know, if you're a bit shy, I could mention something
>to Clark..."
>
>In the darker recesses of Batman's psyche, something
>snapped.
>
>Before Diana could register, the Dark Knight was
>kissing her. And there was none of that awkward
>banging of teeth that occured with the first few times
>with Trevor ... only pure passion.
>
>As unexpected as the initial advance, he withdrew.
>Diana tried to bring her heartrate and respiration
>while assessing the situation.
>
>To further exacerbate the situation, there was that
>nearly invisible superior smirk of his.
>
>"Not bad, Bruce."
>
>The hint of smirk disappeared immediately.
>
>"Do you want me to give you a few pointers?"
>
>Again, he made contact. This time the finesse was
>enhanced with a furious, focussed passion, accompanied
>by an embrace that was a razor's edge from the legal
>definition of assault.
>
>While she was reeling, Batman broke the contact off,
>but trailed his lips across her face to her ear, and
>started whispering with that familiar rasp.
>
>"If you ever rise above a 6 in technique ... I'll take
>you up on that offer, Princess ..."
>
>Her half-lidded eyes snapped open. The day that
>someone with the blessing of Aphrodite needed lessons
>in sucking face ...
>
>This time Batman was surprised, when Diana's tounge
>overpowered his and started an immediate campaign to
>conquer his teeth and lower tonsils.
>
>"Just a six?"
>
>That comment snapped him into realising he was loosing
>the initiative. Batman grabbed her by the hips,
>drawing her against him. She immediately took him by
>the back of the neck, using her thumb to rub against
>the side of his face.
>
>"Six and half ... for effort ..."
>
>A glass shattered.
>
>Bruce and Diana stopped, to see the entire JLA and
>other assorted heroes staring at the sight of Batman
>and Wonder Woman making out in the middle of a crowded
>party.
>
>Wordlessly, in the dead silence of the room, Batman
>extracted his fingers from the Amazon costume, and
>Diana pushed her hair back into a presentable
>position. Making mumbled farewells, they quickly left
>the party. Seperately.
>
>Superman gave the eggnog a x-ray/microscopic combo,
>frowning when he saw nothing.
>
>Eel snagged the misteltoe before anybody else had a
>chance ...
I gotta say it... MORE, PLEASE!?
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