Hey Everyone. So this is just a fun little one shot I wrote to go with the third chapter of my story Part the Clouds. This one-shot is set on Earth-2 with my OC Kane (aka Wind-chime on Earth-2). Part the Clouds isn't required to enjoy this but it might make more sense! I hope you dig it! Let me know what you think!

-Lex

Gates of Hell wasn't on the list of 'Bars to Visit while in Central City'. The sensible majority of the city knew better than to walk through the red doors. The place was owned by the Hell's Belles, a cover for their import-export business. On most nights any trouble-maker could walk through the Gates and find that trouble in the form of Wind-chime, Canary, and Artemis. The Leader of the biker gang and her lieutenants, respectfully.

"Wind-chime…Wind…Kane." Canary all but shouted at their leather clad leader. The woman barely looked up from under her curly hair. "You said that you wanted to play winner and I'm sweeping the floor with Artemis."

"You just wait until I pick up my new contacts. You're gonna wish you never picked up a pool stick." She mocked, stuffing her face with pretzels.

"Last seat at the bar." Wind-chime tilted her head in the general direction. "Either of you know him."

The two girls peeked at him inconspicuously as they finished racking the balls. A russet skinned man with tied back raven locks sat at a bar stool away from the action of the night. The clear glass in front of him went untouched as he watched the balcony of women with a certain boldness. All three women exchanged curious looks between one another.

"Cop?" Artemis suggested.

"Not if he's a smart one." Canary shot back, propping along the edge of the pool table. "Plus I already paid the Cops their coin for the month."

With intense green eyes, the gang leader studied the unidentified man. An all-black outfit blended in well with the dark back drop of the bar and only served to make his onyx eyes appear darker. He was attractive but such a woman like Wind-chime was hardly moved by looks. Those dark eyes traveled lazily over her frame: taking in her dark fitted pants, leather boots and matching leather corset. An almost rakish smile broke across his full lips, much to the lieutenants' amusement.

"Looks like he likes you, Wind-chime." Artemis chuckled.

"Perhaps," She leaned onto the railing of the balcony overlooking the dance floor. With a crook of her manicured finger, she beckoned to the man. Immediately, he slid off of the stool and headed for the stairs. "One way to find out."

"Careful Kane. Remember what happened the last time you took a guy back to the Compound from here." Canary swirled her beer bottle around as she flicked back her blonde hair. "What ever happened to that dude?"

"I cracked open his skull and asked him who in the hell did he think he was stealing from…" the leader shrugged. "You worry far too much, Canary. But Hell's Belles is a sisterhood and what kind of sister would you be if you didn't worry."

A set of footsteps thudded against the stairs that led to the balcony. Posted at the door were two male security guards twice his size but half as intimidating. Jittery with curiosity, Artemis opened the glass door and ushered the stranger just inside the room. Wind-chime and Canary stared him down from their position against the pool table, insisting wordlessly that he speak first.

"Appears that despite my best efforts, I attracted very much attention tonight. But all together I am pleased… I was told that very few men are invited to a Belles' den."

"You peaked my interest, as I don't recognize you." Wind-chime plucked a spare pool stick from the table. "First encounters require proper introductions but it appears that you know who we are. So with whom do I have the pleasure of meeting?"

"Reverb." He bowed slightly to the women in front of him. Artemis was against the door behind him doing her best to burn a hole in his sweater with her eyes.

"Mr. Reverb. I couldn't help but notice that you didn't take a single sip of your drink. Didn't participate in a game of pool. You don't look like much of a dancer. This is a bar and if you aren't doing bar-hopper things then I can only assume you're here as a spectator and I don't pay my girls to be spectacles." She took several measured steps in his direction. Reverb could only smirk in response as he liked what he saw…So much danger in such a pretty little package. "So I ask you sir, why did you come to the Gates of Hell."

"I came for you, Wind-chime." His smooth voice caressed her nickname in a way that she refused to acknowledge.

"Business or pleasure?" The gang leader questioned.

"Business for now. Pleasure, later." Reverb rocked on his heels. "I work for Zoom."

Wind-chime nodded to Artemis as the woman slipped out of the door, seemingly on her way to the bar. With another crook of her finger, Wind-chime beckoned Reverb to follow her and the Canary through the beaded curtain in the far corner of the room. On the other side of this curtain was a small comfortable office with oversized leather chairs, a wall of Hell's Belles group pictures, an elegant wooden desk with a high speed desktop computer. The room smelled like summer flowers from the few wax burners in the far corner and the big rose bouquet beside the computer monitor. Wind-chime took a seat in the gigantic leather desk chair as Canary acted as a guard, shutting the office door before propping against it.

"Zoom is one of my preferred customers. He goes to the front of the line." Wind-chime slid on a pair of glasses. "Let's do business."

"These are the things Zoom needs." Reverb slid a folded paper list across the wooden desk. Wind-chime eyeballed the list before punching in a few things onto her computer.

"Chemicals like these usually take at least six weeks but for Zoom I'll have it all here in 36 hours." The curly hair woman scrolled through her computer as she spoke. "Did Zoom tell you that I need half the money upfront?"

"He did," Reaching into his deep pocket, Reverb slapped a bank roll of one thousand dollars onto the desk. His black eyes never left Wind-chime's green ones. "Now about that pleasure."

Barely looking eyes with her superior and friend, Canary slid back into the den and flopped onto one of the plush couches. Wind-chime could more than handle herself if the meta got out of hand. Back in the office, the lady in question was crossing her legs at the knees and fixing Reverb with a look.

"Careful what you wish for Mr. Reverb." She warned in a purr. "I've got a bad habit of breaking all my toys."

"Oh, I know Wind-chime. I've been watching you and I must say that I am impressed."

"I aim to please." She shifted slightly, giving away her curiosity. "Tell me, how have you been watching me?"

"I've got certain abilities. I see things and thus know things." Reverb's full lips broke into a playful smile as his smooth voice coated his words. "I know that you're an intelligent woman, clever, determined, absoultely beautiful…"

"Don't stop now. You're on a roll." Wind-chime insisted.

"What I don't know is what a man like me needs to do to have you by my side." Reverb quirked an eyebrow of challenge.

The lady on the other side of the table was doing a terrible job of clamping down her feelings. Wind-chime had many lovers, few actual boyfriends and not a single one had been able to make her belly twist in excitement. His swagger from the second he walked into her den had put her on high alert…but not in the way she felt around undercover cops. No, this kind of high alert was recognizing a man that instantly turned on all her senses. Truly, something she had not yet encountered. The appraisal of his deep dark eyes made her wonder just what was inside of the bold man that had stepped foot in her bar.

Not to sound like a broken record: There was only one way to find out.

"Pleasure it is, Mr. Reverb."