Pairings/Characters (this chapter): Clark/Bruce, Arthur Curry, Diana/Dinah, Dick/Roy, Linda/Barbara, Devin Maxson, Marla (Also, see Author’s Note below)
Rating (this chapter): PG-13
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: Some of the Cider-drinking partygoers move out to the gardens by the deep blue sea…
Date Of Completion: October 10, 2007
Date Of Posting: October 25, 2007
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 1047
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Author’s Note: Written for the 2007 Fic/Art DCU 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.
BY THE DEEP BLUE SEA…
Bruce was enchanted by the sound of the surf and the sparkling of moonlight on the water. It reminded him strongly of home, and he was suddenly glad to be here at Zatanna’s party, idiots like Devin Maxson notwithstanding.
He sipped his drink. The Chimera Cider was really outstanding, giving him the taste of the best champagne.
Clark was beside him, a star-spangled presence that made him smile. Leave it to Clark to choose a gaudy costume just like his own, with symbolism up the wazoo.
“These are beautiful gardens,” Clark murmured, looking at a statue, the white marble reflecting the moonlight. It was a nude man, stylized Greek and luscious to look at. Clark blushed slightly.
Bruce felt affection flood him. How the most powerful being on Earth could be so shy and modest at times amused Bruce greatly.
Though would Clark always be shy and modest when it came to nudity?
A hot flush went through Bruce, his hand trembling slightly as he lifted the goblet to his lips. He had been having thoughts like that off and on for years. A waste of time, really, as the man beside him was so pure, so good, that he wouldn’t entertain bawdy thoughts, or at least not with the grim Bat.
“I think we’ve made progress tonight.”
“What?” Bruce asked, still a little fuzzy.
“Progress. With Witch/superhero relations.” Clark’s expression was mischievous.
Definitely a good expression.
“I do like Eloise McCaffrey and a few others I’ve met. I could do without Devin Maxson and some others.”
“Devin does not look kindly upon non-magickal types,” Clark agreed. He sipped his drink, blue eyes reflecting starlight, Bruce noticed. Maybe it was the strangeness of a mask for Clark that was accentuating his eyes. Bruce drank again.
Splashing sounds made them turn and see Arthur enjoying a dip in the enormous fountain in the center of the gardens. Clark grinned.
“Looks like fun.”
“Really? What’s next, Clark, a lampshade on your head?”
“Ha, ha. Unlike you, Mr. Snobby Sophisticate, I have neither imbibed in mead or champagne.”
Bruce waved his hand airily. “Pish tosh. A little alcohol creates a pleasant buzz.”
“Who are you and where have you taken Bruce Wayne?”
Bruce grinned, golden/red armor sparkling. “I’m a regular sot, or didn’t the gossip columnists at The Daily Planet ever print that?”
Clark shook his head. “If only people knew how much of that was an act.”
“When the curtain goes up, I’m ready.”
Bruce drained his goblet, the heat rising as he noticed, not for the first time, the incredibly-sculpted muscles beneath Clark’s costume, this time Earthly chainmail but still emphasizing his body as his Kryptonian cloth did.
They walked through another section of the gardens, pausing in front of a statue with two male nudes this time, entwined in a passionate embrace. Bruce blinked. Zatanna had art like this on the grounds? Pretty daring, he had to admit…
“Mmm, Princess, it’s not a bustier but scraps of cloth will do,” purred a familiar voice from behind a nearby hedge.
Dinah! And she and Diana sounded very much in the throes of their mutual attraction. And why was Clark so damned delicious…?
& & & & & &
Dick handed a fresh cup of Chimera Cider to Roy. Linda finished eating a lemon-filled chocolate and drank from her own sample. Barbara giggled as she saw the Silver Surfer and Hawkeye fly by outside the window.
“Your mentor can get pretty wild sometimes, Roy.”
The redhead grinned at the other redhead. “Ollie is never boring, I’ll give him that.”
“Dinah doesn’t mind that he’s off with Hal?”
“Nah. Dinah and Ollie have had relationships with Diana and Hal for years.”
“I thought that Diana was smitten with Steve Trevor.”
“She is, but Amazons like to enjoy, well, love in all its forms. Besides, Steve and Hal have been off-and-on forever since their days as test pilots together.”
Linda nearly choked on her drink, spluttering and laughing. “Not a bad philosophy.”
“Too bad more people don’t subscribe to it,” Roy smirked.
Dick was quiet, his own desire to let know Roy that what he was feeling was more than friendship or brotherly love roiling within him. Roy didn’t seem affronted by his two mentors’ open relationship. Maybe…?
“Want to go outside?” Roy asked.
“Sounds good,” Linda said.
& & & & & &
Dick was happy that Roy remained at his side. He loved the silver of moonlight on the blond wig of his friend, and he hoped he would get a chance to see it on red hair before the night was out.
Johnny Storm had been a good choice for Roy. The man was a fireball, in temperament and hair color, and no doubt would have been a very capable Human Torch.
He felt a little flushed and took another sip of his Cider. The taste of Cherry Coke swirled around his tongue, and he idly wondered what Roy would taste like.
“Hey, I think we can get a real good view from the gazebo,” Roy said.
Dick followed him to the small structure, the sound of the waves louder here at the edge of the gardens. Moonlight glinted off Apollo and his chariot on top of the cupola. They stepped up into the interior of the gazebo and watched as a light blinked in the distance at the lighthouse in Salem Harbor, a freighter outlined against the inky darkness by its winking lights.
Thirsty again, Dick took another long draught of Cider.
& & & & & &
Devin flicked his silvery tresses over his shoulder. “You seem quite satisfied with yourself.”
Marla smiled, her pink-and-magenta hair sticking out wildly. “I am.”
“Why?” Devin adjusted the wand on his belt.
“I think things are going to get quite interesting.”
He snorted. “With half this crowd? Prudes, all, and self-righteous pricks. Why Zatanna thought it was a good idea for us to mingle I’ll never know!”
Marla’s green eyes were sparkling. “Oh, I don’t think the heroes are going to keep up that prudish façade for long.” She bit into a piece of apple pie.
Puzzled, Devin asked, “What do you mean?”
“I wouldn’t drink the Chimera Cider if I were you.”