A/N—So what did Artemis do to Nightwing? **Warning this chapter contains some sexual content and swearing** Please read and review.

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Chapter 3—The Fun Is Only Just Beginning

(Grendle1853)

Bruce scanned through hotel registers and hospital reports as Lois drove him through the streets of Vegas. Meanwhile both of their spouses were in the air scanning the city. "Dick's a good kid right, he wouldn't say or do anything to make the Amazon girl hurt him?" Lois asked.

She was greeted by a long silence from her companion before he touched his League communicator and said, "Please tell me you two found something?"

"Nothing yet," Diana responded.

"Me either," Clark added, "I think the magic booze may have temporarily effected my x-ray vision, it gets blurry after a wall or two."

"That's good to know," Bruce said.

"What did you mean by that?" Lois asked suspiciously.

"Found them," Bruce said instead. "I got one of Dick's aliases signed in to a room at the Bellagio."

"Alright, Clark and I will be there in a second, you two get there as fast as you can," Diana told him before Clark and she zipped up to the room.

The two burst through door and hovered, stunned at the sight before them. The room was a wreak, busted lamps and furniture laid across the floor and all the bed linens were thrown about. On the bed Dick Grayson, former Boy Wonder, laid prone and tied to the bed as the fiery haired Amazon rode him like he was a champion thoroughbred. Artemis threw back her head in sexual ecstasy and saw the two completely embarrassed and shocked superheroes hanging in midair. "Oh by the gods...ah oh...you were right sister...uh uh uh ahhhh...men can be extraordinary!"

Fifteen minutes later Bruce and Lois arrived to see a disheveled Artemis dressed in her green and gold armor and Dick in a hotel bath robe while Diana and Clark were nervously trying to pick up the room. The two strongest heroes in the world were unable to maintain eye contact with the two lovebirds. After taking one look at the disheveled pair and her red faced spouse Lois burst into a fit of giggles.

"You look a little worn out son," Bruce said with a smirk.

Dick grinned. "Yeah..."

"Well I'm glad you two...um...enjoyed yourselves," Clark said as his face turned a shade redder. "But you are probably under an enchantment by Dionysus."

"Your gods did this Diana?" Artemis asked. "In that case I take back every bad thing I've ever said about them."

"You may feel differently once the enchantment passes," Diana remarked.

"Maybe, maybe not. Until then," Artemis said as she grabbed Dick and gave him a long kiss. "You remember where I wrote my number?"

"Yeah," he answered. "On my left thigh."

"Then you'd better call!" she told him, before slapping him on the rear and letting him go.

"All right J'onn, please transport Artemis to the Watchtower and she and Nightwing will need new communicators," Bruce said into his earpiece as he examined the crushed pieces that used to be League issue comm. links. A second later the red headed Amazon was gone.

"Wow..." Dick said grinning happily. "She'll probably kill me when she's back to normal."

"Damn even that thought won't wipe the smile off his face," Lois laughed. "Amazons must be saucy little minxes between the sheets!"

"Yes, yes they are," Bruce said as he stared at his wife, making Diana blush deeply.

"Alright if you guys don't mind, I think I'm going back to the bed that is not broken and pass out," Dick told them as he did just that. Diana covered him with a blanket and gave him a motherly kiss on the forehead.

"Well that was certainly interesting," Diana said.

"Yeah I wonder what will happen..." Clark started to say, but then both Diana and he covered their ears with their hands.

"You guys alright?" Lois asked.

"It must be a loud sound that is too high for normal humans to hear," Bruce explained.

A second later, a few blocks away at the hotel where the three couples were staying, all the glass on the building shattered.

In their hotel room Oliver looked up at his wife in amazement. Dinah covered her mouth and softly said, "Oops."

(LordFrieza)

(MGM Grand Presidential Suite)

John Constantine sat on the corner of the bed in just his pants, chain smoking and looking at the wall. Unlike Zee, he remembered the night fairly well. Part of the problem with being an Ancient was the unchanging fact that you may get drunk, impaired, but in the morning you remember every last detail. For all the debauchery they engaged in last night, Zatanna was going to kill him. He took another drag on his cigarette as he heard the bathroom door unlocking and looked up into pair of cold hard eyes. Barely a week ago they had gotten back to being friends after three years of avoiding each other. Now it looked as though that might be out the window as well.

"John you asshole!" Zatanna said as she marched over and slugged him in the shoulder.

"What'd you do that for, luv?" He asked as he rubbed his shoulder slightly.

"Don't you luv me. You know very damn well what I did that for! I woke up next to you, stark naked with you inside of my... my ass! Damn it John I could live with us screwing around, though I vowed that would never happen again, but anal sex you know I have never gone for it. Ew!" She said as she slugged his arm again.

"Easy with the hittin' luv cause that's not how you felt last night. You even conjured up the lubricant," he yelled back as he pointed to a tube of K-Y jelly. "You were screaming in ecstasy saying it was the best orgasm you'd ever had."

"I was drunk or I never would have been that disgusting," Zatanna hissed.

"And it is not my fault that after I watched your stage show you took me out for drinks."

"What kind of drinks did we have? I mean since you are an Ancient you should have a tolerance level beyond that of Superman's." Zatanna said as she looked at him.

"Most likely there was magic infused into the drinks. It's the only way that I could get that drunk and lose that much control, believe me I have tried. I suspect a master wizard or a god," he replied logically only to get another strike in his shoulder. Zatanna was beyond pissed and John was not happy about that but he found that he didn't regret the wild sex that they'd had. He had forgotten how incredible she was to make love with and part of him wished that she was still drunk enough to continue but he could certainly do without the hitting.

"Damn it!" he said as he glared at her. Before they could continue with the blame game they heard a noise in the adjoining room before the door flew open. They looked in to see Volcana, Livewire, and a man that Zatanna recognized right off.

"Access what the hell are you doing here?" she asked.

"Oh shit... Oh shit... Jenny is going to kill me..." he said as he tried to push away the two villains he'd caught the night before.

Zee and John momentarily forgot about their argument as they walked into the other room.

"It looks like you had fun," Constantine observed dryly as he looked at Volcana's hand still griping Access's package as he tried to extricate himself from her grip.

The interdenominational being looked at her hand and noticed that she wasn't burning him, but instead she was providing just enough heat to make it feel good. He groaned as he looked at Livewire who was softly kissing his chest.

"You aren't going to turn us in are you sweetums?" She purred as she softly bit his nipple sending shivers of pleasure up his spine.

"You both tried to break into a casino vault," he said. "Guys I could use a little help here. He looked and John and Zatanna with a panicked expression.

"We said we're sorry," Volcana chimed in as she continued to stroke him.

The fiery red head leaned up next to him and kissed him deeply. He looked at her, then at Livewire and then desperately at Zatanna.

"kcoL meth otni eht rewothctaW gnidloh sllec," Zatanna said with a wave of her hand and the two villains disappeared.

"Now I've got to get dressed and get back to Jenny. If I'm lucky she will have a cold. Maybe she won't smell this on me... Oh who am I kidding? She'll kill me and I deserve it..." Access said as he disappeared.

Zatanna looked at John who smiled, put out his cigarette and grabbed his shirt,trenchcoat and shoes.

"Where do you think that you are going?" She asked as he started toward the door.

"Your communicator is going off, and I don't deal with the League, luv," John said as he opened the door and walked out.

"Damn it John...This is why I left your sorry ass in the first place," Zatanna said still completely pissed off as she answered the communicator. "Zatanna here."

"Zatanna, Bruce has stated that no league members should be in Vegas for the entire weekend," J'onn stated.

"I am betting that it is because of some kind of magic," she stated sardonically.

"Exactly. And we need you on the Watchtower to help examine Kara. She has been affected by the magic that seems to be surrounding Las Vegas," J'onn stated.

Anything is better than hanging out here thinking about what an asshole jerkface John Constantine is, she though before saying,"Okay J'onn I am really for transport." She disappeared in a bright light moments later.

(Mars1916)

Clark Kent really hated magic. At the moment, he was confused, disoriented, annoyed, and missing a tooth because of it. He wracked his brain for ideas that would help him find some clue as to what had happened the previous night. He then remembered that Lois' phone had photos of last night's activities. The shock of seeing Diana and Bruce's rather lewd behavior and the subsequent glare from Bruce, had stopped him from further browsing. Now he figured that with everyone else distracted and discussing the events between Artemis and Dick, it was a good time to look through the rest of the pictures. He hoped that whatever he found would help jolt his memory. He got Lois' phone and quickly skipped the photos of Diana, but stopped at an image of Bruce punching his lights out.

As soon as he saw the picture, his mind began to remember bits and pieces of what had led to the punch. The group was standing in some tattoo parlor, and Bruce was getting some ink. Bruce had specifically ordered that no one approach the table where he was laid out, but for some reason, Clark couldn't stop his curiosity from getting the best of him. What he saw made him laugh hysterically. Bruce had gotten the Wonder Woman logo on his butt; this from someone who had made fun of him for as long he could remember about being whipped by Lois. He shouted, "Who's whipped now?"

Batman heard him, he got up and ordered, "Shut up, Kent."

Clark only laughed harder and decided, against his better judgment and strong inhibitions, to taunt the Bat. After all he was invulnerable. "Man, Bruce, how am I supposed to believe you are the night and vengeance after this?"

Clark's laughing seemed to have caught the attention of Lois, who decided to approach them. When she saw that Clark had apparently come out of his farm boy shell and was finally paying Bruce back for all the taunts and stupid nicknames, she decided a picture was in order to commemorate the occasion. Neither she nor Clark noticed that Bruce had reached for something in his trouser pocket. All of a sudden, Bruce had produced a small box and removed the kryptonite ring Clark had entrusted to him. Fed up with the Boy Scout, he placed it on his right hand, and aimed a right hook straight at Kent's pie hole. Just as he connected, Lois took the picture. Clark Kent's tooth went flying out of his mouth as he landed on the floor with a thud.

Bruce stood over Clark and said, "I'm not whipped; I just wanted to show my wife how much I love and respect her."

Clark then vaguely remembered Diana pulling Bruce into her arms and kissing him senseless before Clark passed out.