Life in the Fish Bowl
Popsicle
A/N: This was just something silly that popped into my head and clearly I listen to way to much George Carlin. No real continuity, just for fun. If you want one….I guess it fits into the new 52 somehow.
Arthur was confused when he entered the watchtower's kitchen. It was set up much like that of an office break room, where the windows opened up into space and nothing more. The void was something one could get lost in watching. But Arthur wasn't there for that. He had come in for food from the well-stocked fridge before his monitor shift but found himself watching Batman and Green Lantern. Batman and the Green Lantern were across the room, in a corner, Hal, eating a bowl of cereal, and Bruce drinking a cup of coffee. Either was saying anything to one another just watching a person across the room, Diana.
Arthur headed over to the table with the two men, mostly because he wanted to know why they were watching her like a cat that had gotten ahold of a large bowl of cream. Their large Chester cat grins were hard to ignore and being that they never seemed to get along, it was unnerving. "Wh-" He didn't get to finish the word, before Hal had constructed a gag over the King of the sea's mouth. Bruce pressed a finger to his lips, and then pointed. That is when Arthur saw it.
Diana had spread out a lot of her magazines that Colonel Trevor had sent up for her, she being his favorite. As she flipping through them she was snacking on a grape Popsicle. And that was what the men were watching, the Popsicle, hanging out causally in her hand. She causally licked the tip, before sticking the whole length in her mouth for a long suck. It left her mouth with an audible pop. She held it out as she read something in the magazine in front of her. For a moment or two she seemed absorbed in the magazine, and the Popsicle began to drip down her fingers. She took to licking them and then down the length of the Popsicle to catch more drips. Her tongue encircled the length, before she shoved it back into her mouth.
Arthur got why they were watching now. He figured they were all having the same collective thought about Diana and her clearly skillful tongue. He sat down beside them because standing made him feel awkward. So the three men sat, Batman still stoic drinking his coffee, just the grin giving away his thoughts that appeared when he though it was covered by the mug; Hal with his hand resting on his chin looking longing and licking his own lips every now and in between spoonful of cereal; and Arthur, mostly likely the most awkward, staring straight at her, as if she was naked mostly because he had nothing to do with his hands. They watched as she licked, sucked and enjoyed her Popsicle.
Diana didn't seem to notice. She was enjoying whatever magazines the Colonel had sent her; unaware of anyone was thinking anything about her. She continued to enjoy her Popsicle, when an idea hit her. While she was enjoying the taste; it felt awkward having the whole thing sticking out of her mouth. She glanced at the Popsicle, for a second or two, then bit the tip off, holding the ice treat on her tongue with her mouth closed.
The reaction from the other side of the room was the same for all three men, a sharp intake of air and a raise of the right leg for a little bit. Diana turned to look at them, with her mouth full, asked, "Something wrong?"
"Everything is fine. Fine over here." Hal answered quickly, getting very interested in his bowl of cereal, not making eye contact with anyone.
Batman grunted and finished his coffee in one gulp, "Gotham needs me." He said to no one in particular, getting up and tossing his mug in the sink before leaving the kitchen as if he had never been involved. Or had been thinking dirty thoughts about a teammate.
Arthur looked down and realized he had nothing to busy himself with. He looked over at Hal and realized that the Green Lantern was not going to help him at all. "I….Have to get to monitor duty, I should get on that." He said, getting up forgetting whatever reason he had come into the kitchen in the first place.
It wasn't til a few hours later that Arthur realized that he was hungry.