Chapter 2- "Music leads the way to romance"

A.N.: If possible read this chapter listening to the beautiful voices of Elza Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong singing I Won't Dance...

"Bruce!"

Another party that he had to attend. An inauguration. He really wanted to run away from all this material people. The fake smiles. The fake purses. Thank not God, he didn't believe in God, it was a jazz bar. He wouldn't be deaf the next day. He put his playboy smile and turned to the direction of the annoying voice.

"Mari!" She was smiling to him. His body was accusing lack of caffeine. He couldn't even enjoy Vixen's ignorance.

"Available for a dance?" She was cheerful. He didn't even want to move his mouth. It wasn't needed.

"Excuse me, he already has a date." Although surprised, the voice made Bruce truly smile.

The Amazon tangled fingers with Wayne and glanced coldly at Mari, who was more naked than dressed, Diana noted. But well, so was she. For Bruce. She couldn't see John Stewart here. Jealously made her hold his hand tightly, but not painfully.

"Diana, I'm not known for stealing dates." The model was still wearing a smile. Now a defiant one. Jealously was forgotten.

"You could have fooled me." Diana´s voice was ice. Bruce was too entertained looking at the entangled fingers.

"Excuse me?" The smile was beginning to fade.

"Selling your body made you deaf?" Shayera's pain was all that Diana could think of. And her mouth was moving on her own.

"This is a great song. It has just started." Bruce took Diana to the dance floor before something went really wrong between the two women. Diana's hand had increased the strength of the affection. What, eventually, brought him back to real world. Once they were surrounded by dancing feet, Bruce started dancing with her.

"I was having a talk Bruce." She was getting distracted from her anger.

"You weren't thinking on your words." Bruce was getting overwhelmed by the lyrics. They were describing his situation.

I won't dance, don't ask me

I won't dance, don't ask me

I won't dance, madam, with you

My heart won't let my feet do things they should do

"Yes I was!" His true smile was really distracting her. And the way they were dancing did not help. At all. She felt complete.

You know what, you're lovely

And so what? You're still lovely

And oh, what you do to me

I'm like an ocean wave that's bumped on the shore

I feel so absolutely stumped on the floor

The lights suddenly went out. Darkness and music surrounded them. And his lips were on hers. She closed her eyes and wished to never wake up. After a few seconds he moved away.

"So you are my date? I don't remind asking you." His smile was still in place.

"Well, not with words." He could fall for that smile over and over again.

Lights on. Music off.

"Good night ladies and gentlemen!" The host kept talking but none of them were listening. They were still holding hands. Vixen was the last thing in Diana's mind. She suddenly whispered in his ear.

"Finally we finished our dance."


"For the childish smile you are wearing I'm guessing it was a good night. Sorry for ruining your humour. Master Bruce, there is someone expecting you in the cave." Alfred greeted Bruce this way. Not good news.

"Who Alfred?" Bruce was coming back from the stars.

"A fellow leaguer. I believe he is called Question." Alfred looked worried.

"Thank you Alfred."

"Are you not going to change your..."

"No Alfred, he knows exactly who I am. You may go." Alfred disappeared through a door. Bruce made his way to the Batcave. Batman erased Bruce's smile and yelled: YOU KISSED DIANA? Batman was so mad. Bruce cowered inside his head and mumbled something about love.

Question was entertained with a little bat in his arm. Batman knew too well this man.

"How much do you know about time travelling?" Question's voice was indecipherable.

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