Disclaimer: (will only be in the first chapter) I don't own Justice League, if I did. Well, then there would be some...interesting adventures.
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The whispers followed him through the Watchtower, dimming as he approached and gaining volume as he vanished down the hall. It was nothing new, nothing related to the conspiracy. So he paid them no attention, he knew how rumors worked. He had survived high school well enough, even if it had been awhile. If there was no suspicious activity, no overtly friendly actions all interest in the subject would disperse. In a few weeks no Leaguers would find any interest in stalking the Question to discover if he was really in a secret relationship with Batman.
Vic really didn't think it could be called a relationship though. He smirked under his mask, if some of the League thought they would catch the Bat holding his hand under a table or sneaking their way into a storage closet, they would be severely disappointed. The Batman could not afford distractions such as showing affection. He wouldn't shatter his carefully sculpted persona like that, especially over someone that he felt no real emotional connection with. A curious red blur danced around the corner of this vision, but as Vic turned to acknowledge his presence Flash lost his nerve and disappeared.
The whispers were growing in volume again as Vic to a to-go lunch and headed back to his room, after several weeks of infiltration he was getting close to catching the girl scouts in the act of forming crop circles and his tests on the Peanut Butter Patties were almost finished. He had planned on finishing his work, but as he neared his door his halted and stared, his signs were disturbed, someone was in his room. Only one person on the station knew his code. He changed it every day. As he punched in the key code he wondered about the change of behavior, it was so unusual. He crossed the threshold as soon as the door opened and was enveloped by a cloud of binary gas before it was closed. He managed to drop his lunch on his night stand as his mask was ripped away from his face and lips smashed against lips and Bruce slammed him back against the door, loudly.
"Ngh," Vic winced slightly, Bruce never played nice when he was angry. "People in hallway. Will have heard." Skilled hands were popping the buttons of his vest then moving onto his shirt. Bruce broke contact only long enough to growl into his ear.
"Wanted them too."
The trench and vest hit the floor first. His shirt and tie were not far behind. As Bruce's grip tightened Vic winced, it would definitely bruise. Something must have happened, as lips moved possessively over his throat and hands threaded through red hair Vic pulled away. Bruce grabbed his face and pulled him close but Vic had stop this, had to put an end to it.
"The kid love's you. There's no way you can't know that. You're trying to break his heart aren't you." His voice was laced with anger and accusation. Vic wondered what the kid had said or done to make Bruce this angry. It probably was something harmless. But Bruce's glare was fierce none the less and he yanked the cowl back over this face. As he stalked to the door Vic's eyes followed him and he wondered out loud, "This is breaking you apart too. Why don't you just accept the fact that you care about the kid? Despite popular belief he is an adult and can take care of himself." Fingers froze of the keypad. Then the Bat glared back over his shoulder.
"I can't have something that innocent. He would just end up polluted."
A/N: Completely crack pairing. But I've always been interested in it and I have never seen one. So, I wrote my own. If anyone see's any mistakes please tell me so I can correct them. I proof-read, but alas, mistakes always slip through.
Next Drabble: Vic really wanted to end this, he really did. But damn, Bruce was practically irresistible.
