AN: Right. This is an idea inspired by TenTenD and a whole load of bromance. Everyone loves bromance. A boys night out going horribly..right? I may go somewhere with this eventually, if people like it
The shift change at the watch tower was commencing, for the third time in as many weeks, the girls of the league, beautiful, dressed up and out for the kill were stood on the teleporter laughing and joking. Diana was linked by Shayera, Zatanna by Dinah and Helena by Lois. It was Lois' first night out with them. They had chosen to teleport down to London, where they would easily be able to get into the clubs and various bars. The light eclipsed them as they laughed and chanted various songs about a girls night out. Diana making it sound like more of a war cry with Shayera.
J'onn and Wally just stood, flabbergasted by it. Wally and Clark had grown jealous of the girls interactions, none of the guys really did that kind of thing. They all tended to mope around and brood. They decided to change that, within a day they had conspired. They needed to get Bruce involved obviously, after being asked by John, Clark, Wally and Oliver he was about to blow a gasket when J'onn approached him. In a rare of moment of desire to become more socialable he had asked Bruce to accompany them into Metropolis to be there playboy guide. Bruce was aware he was only asking because of the fact he was lonely. That was the crooks of it, he wouldn't have been surprised if he had guiltily placed the suggestion in Wally's mind.
At first the six of them had an awkward silence, broken by Wally and Clark. Wally making a startling point. "So, since alcohol works on only two of three of us. One of which doesn't drink. Does that mean we have to carry Ollie and John's drunk bums home tonight?" He grinned, interrupted by J'onns deep voice, whom had taken his human form of Jonn Jones, if not slightly tweaked, he was far more handsome than usual. "Actually, I have never actually tried alcohol before. It may have some affect on my systems." This drew a laugh from John Stewart, who slapped him across the back. "Man, if you get drunk, I will eat my ring." J'onn smiled and decided in his mind to hold the lantern to that bet.
"So we gettin' this party started or what guys? Me and Bruce here have a reputation to up hold." Oliver wrapped his arm around Bruce's shoulder, who shrugged it off in an almost intimidating manner. Clark smirked as he spoke. "Right Wally, punch in the co-ordinates and lets be off." The men, even Bruce, although he would never admit it, were actually looking forward to this. It was a good team building exercise and welcome down time for a few of them. Clark very rarely took a break, it was a nice sensation to be back behind his glasses. They didn't notice Wally's evil grin until the white light had faded and they walked out of the alleyway quietly. The first noise was a growl from Bruce when they realised where they were.
London was a busy city on a friday night. Occasionally Clark would vanish from the pack and reappear seconds later. He explained that 'other duties' kept cropping up. A fair few muggings had been stopped to say the least. Wally was obvious in his plan. His wild-child like fascination with Zatanna had probably driven him to go after the girls. Ollie and John didn't mind, they would get to pounce on their respective ladies, it was too long since they had been out as people and really enjoyed themselves. Clark walked with Bruce who looked decidedly unhappy. "Don't. Say it. We are not finding the girls." Clark and the others were about to argue as they made their way into the first bar.
The bar was nice, a long island in the centre of it with tall shelving was manned by young, handsome men in white tuxedo's, a singluar unplayed grand piano sat in the corner of the room. Dark wood lined the walls and the room bustled with activity. Bruce was a fan of this kind of place, it had an air of relaxed class to it. They ordered various drinks, deciding on the local guest Ale. Wally had grimaced at the taste, J'onn seemed amazed while the others merely sipped it gently.
"I can't believe it's taken so long for us to do this. We're supposed to team mates and friends but we've never actually socialized like this all together." Clark had that broad, farmboy smile spread across his features. He had always wanted some cool and normal friendships, where they could go for a drink, talk about sports and just have...what had Jimmy called it? A bromance? He smirked at the word. Bruce would vomit if he said it aloud.
"It's taken so long Clark because we're always doing business." Bruce gave his answer short and flatly, Wally standing next to him and pouting. "Come on Bruce, lighten up! This is supposed to be fun. Now, I'm going to buy a round of shots, we're going to down them, go to the next bar and have fun. You remember what fun is right? Its like this warm, happy sensation!" That earned him a bat-glare that receeded as quickly as it came. "Besides, I was wondering, why aren't you getting swamped by hot girls?" Wally looked disappointed, his use of Bruce as a babe magnet obviously not paying off.
"Because over the pond Wally, I'm not a house hold face, name wise maybe but they tend to be more interested in the royal family and Posh and Becks than an american businessman." Wally shrugged. "All the more babes for me." He grinned, the others had to laugh, Bruce's reaction was just to predictable. They each drank the shot of bourbon given to them by Wally, some more willing than others. They found a booth next to the piano and sat down, talking amongst themselves between Wally's rude jokes and 20-something attitude of pointing out each beautiful woman in the bar.
"Clark, take your eyes off the door, they aren't going to come here. They'll be listening to some god awful music in a darkened room and bouncing up and down." John sipped his drink as he spoke, yet was thrown off slightly by Clark's smirk.
When the girls had entered the room, they had heard Wally before they'd spotted the boys. This wasn't happening, was it? The founders, plus other others, were all out? In the same city? Diana, Zatanna, Lois and Helena were about to explode with a mix of rage, excitement and butterflies while the two other girls wanted to dash over and hug there loved ones. They assumed the boys knew exactly what was going on. They had hidden immediately, plotting to sneak up on the guys and surprise them. Each one of the league ladies and Lois looked absolutely stunning, mind bogglingly so. They had crept up to the booth quite quietly, knowing Clark must be playing along. There was no way he could not have heard them coming. He smirked softly as they approached, the moment ruined by John's comment.
"WELL. I guess you men are so much classier than us women hm? We obviously have no decent taste in bars and company." She was trying to be angry, but the flutter of her wings gave her away. It had been several years since the Thanagar invasion and she had sort of recooperated from her experience. The people of earth had forgiven her by way of her constant heroism and solid spirit. Her and Diana were just two famous people out for a stroll with less famous friends. It worked perfectly.
Diana had dragged a table over and annexed the booth. The men being trapped by the girls. Each one speechless, except for Wally. "Well, I guess it's our lucky day chaps." Oliver was smiling unintentionally, standing up and wrapping himself around Dinah. They kissed and Bruce groaned. "So much for a quiet guys night hm West?" He glared slightly, when Clark had realized Lois was nearby he blushed a deep sort of red. It had been a while since she had discovered his identity but he still hadn't made a move. Her new friendship with the League's ladies had sort of punched him in the gut with embarrassment. Bruce stood up and made a bee line for the bar, he wasn't normally the kind to drink but he felt that both he and the man of steel were going to need one.
Diana eyed her prey carefully. Examining his stance, his movements to get a feel for his mood. She approached silently, his mind distracted as she placed her hand on his hip, dragging her fingers across his lower back and watching him go rigid as she lined up next to him at the bar. "Bruce." She let the corner of her lip go up, she had been well trained by Zatanna and Helena in the art of the chase obviously, her bright red lipstick nearly knocking him out. Control Bruce, you're the goddamn Batman. Control. "Princess." He nodded curtly and picked up the drinks, ordering a third for the lady. Diana sipped it patiently, savouring the taste of the drink, yet her eyes never left Bruce. He was in trouble, and he knew it.
Wally West was a bad flirt. He knew it. He had long since stopped fighting it and just accepted his ill-fate to be wannabe playboy that no girl as gorgeous as the league members would go for. However, he still had a reputation to maintain. He sat and chatted away with Lois about his new civillian job in the police department, but his eyes kept glancing back to Zatanna. She was hands down the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen and her black, figure hugging, knee length dress was driving him mad. He almost missed Lois speaking.
"She likes you, you know." She had a mischevious grin on her face, nodding her head towards Zatanna. "Wouldn't shut up about you in the last two bars, she's just too cocky to show it. She thinks your adorable." Wally's face suddenly matched his hair, like a twelve year old all over again. "Come on now Lane, that ain't fair to get a guys hopes up." She shook her head. "She does. Honestly. Go get her, I'm gonna go get mine." Wine, frustration and his presence had made Lois decide it was now or never. Shayera and John were lost in conversation, as were Dinah and Oliver. She pounced while Helena was talking to J'onn, Clark was alone and she was going to take advantage of it.
She was walking over. This was it. Clark wasn't sure what his heart was doing but he liked it. He wasn't panicking, for some reason he knew this was the moment he was going to man the hell up. He caught a glance from Bruce, a smile on his face and a glint in his eye that filled Clark up, they had a special friendship, Clark was the only person outside the batclan that Bruce would support like that. With that, she was in front of him. "Lois I need to-" She cut him off with her lips, throwing herself against his broad chest and wrapping her arms around his neck. He sunk into it after a moment, Shayera started clapping singularly before John and the others joined in. When they broke apart, Lois was giggling and Clark was just grinning like a school boy.
Bruce looked over to Clark, seeing him so happy made Bruce a little lonely, but not enough that it bothered him. He caught Diana staring, her eyes fixed upon them. Bruce could see the longing, it hurt him to see her like that, maybe it was the bourbon, maybe it was his burning desire to make her as happy as Clark made Lois. Even Wally was smiling, joking around with Zatanna. Helena was even trying her damned hardest to put the moves on J'onn, which was weird. This had turned into one big night of 3 double dates and them, sort of in limbo. It was awkward, especially when his heart wanted to be with her, but his head was saying no. This was not going to end well.