A/N—Some gambling, it is Vegas after all. Please read and review.
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Chapter 7—Some Mistakes Aren't So Bad
(Grendle1853)
Selina Kyle awakened with a sore chin and a bad hangover bound to a chair by the Lasso of Truth. "What the hell?" she hissed. She had no idea where she was or even what day it was.
"This is for your own protection," Bruce Wayne stated as he and Diana entered the room.
She snorted at her former lover and said, "Baby if you and wifey wanted to have some kinky time, all you had to do was ask."
"Selina, my friend, do you realize that in the last two days you slept with Azrael and had a threesome with the Riddler and his date Cat Grant," Diana explained.
Selina's smile faltered. "What?" she screeched as she tried to remember. She could remember going to Zatanna's show and ordering some wine clearly. Then things got foggy but the Lasso stimulated the memory of her flirting with Jean Paul which wasn't so bad as she found him attractive. But then she remembered flirting with Edward Nigma and making out with Cat Grant and she shuddered. Until she remembered a great big diamond. "Okay you two would you mind telling what hell is going on? I have had some wild times in my past but what I can vaguely remember is a bit crazy even for me."
The two then explained the "blessing" and how it has been effecting those in the city for the weekend. "Honestly Diana I feel like killing you right now. I feel sick. Oh God, Harley and Ivy will never let me live this one down."
"Ivy is not here too is she?" Bruce asked in a concerned tone. He already knew about Harley's exploits.
"No," she answered. "I kinda wish they both were here though, your gods screwy voodoo might finally get them to act on all that sexual tension I have to live with. Then again I might have joined in so I guess I should be grateful for small miracles."
"And this," Diana said as she held up the Orloff Diamond. "You got Edward Nigma to buy it for you and his wire transfer cleared so I guess it is yours."
Selina looked at Diana's smiling face in shock and took it from her as Diana released her from the Lasso. "It's mine?"
"It is as I think you earned it," Bruce smirked. "I would suggest you spend the next few days out of Vegas.
"Ya think?" she said sarcastically. "And the next time I see the Riddler I'm going to scratch Eddie's eyes out."
...
Selina did the walk of shame out of the penthouse though comforted by the rock in her pocket. Bruce and Diana returned from escorting her to a town car that would take her directly to the airport to find their friends, still in their charity evening wear, in the main room.
Lois shook her head upon hearing Selina's tawdry little tale. "Wow I'm glad none of us did anything that bad. I mean given the fact that there's all six of us here I'm surprised we all didn't get hammered one night and..."
"Please don't finish that sentence," Oliver asked.
"Yeah we can't be thinking like that," Dinah added. "After all we're going to be moms!"
"Wow, it just hit me," Clark said. "There's going to be another Oliver junior running around."
Queen glared at Kent as Lois and Dinah laughed. Bruce turned to his wife and asked, "Can you teach me how to beg to your gods so that the next Queen is a girl?"
"Ha ha very funny. But enough," Oliver said. "But seriously, the charity event is over, and the night is still young. So what now?"
"We are in Vegas...gamble?" Diana suggested with a shrug of her shoulders.
Everyone looked at each other, nodded, and agreed, "Let's gamble."
LordFrieza
(MGM Grand Casino)
Jonathan Sikes loved his job. If you tell most people that you work as a professional con man, they are likely to slap the smirk off of your face and call you a liar even when you are telling them the truth. But the fact was he was a con man and now he was employed by a business that wanted his skills. The men who ran the the place knew what he was there to do. Using his innate charm and good looks, he would flirt with women to keep them at the blackjack tables or buddy up to some poor sucker who showed signs of wanting to quit a losing crap game. The employers turned a blind eye to any money he happened to swindle from some poor sap or any lonely women he might seduce as long as he encouraged people to waste their money in the casino. He watched as Bruce Wayne walked in with his wife. Smiling he prepared to take down the whale. Everyone new he was a fool with deep pockets and Jonathan definitely would enjoy some alone time the gorgeous Mrs. Wayne.
"Holy Jesus I did it again! Damn Roy I got to tell ya I've never been so lucky! Turning five dollars into twenty - five thousand dollars is its own reward. Tell me Roy why do you play so lamely?" Johnathan asked as he stepped back and watched Bruce make his way to the table.
Johnathan had no idea that Bruce owned part of the MGM, nor did he realize the thin ice he was already walking. All he knew was the drunken thrill he was getting from the feeling of his own superiority. He watched Bruce lay down a small bet and win big. Walking up beside the tall beautiful woman standing next to Bruce he prepared to work a little angle for himself.
"So how's the playboy?" Johnathan asked as he looked at the beautiful woman who smiled politely at him but turned her attention back to her husband.
She blew me off! Lets see her blow the full charm off. He thought as he reached around behind him and snatched a rose from a table piece.
"Pretty flower for a beautiful lady," he said as he presented the flower.
"That is very sweet but I'm married," she said politely again giving her attention to her husband.
Johnathan growled inwardly and decided to turn the charm up to blinding.
"I understand, but surely someone as beautiful as you can't be tied down to one man. Especially someone with a history like Mr. Wayne," Johnathan whispered softly into her ear.
Mrs. Wayne turned to him with a frighteningly cold glare. Diana took the glass of wine in her hand and threw it on Johnathan's crotch. The man backed up and looked at her horrified.
"Leave before I make you regret talking about my husband in such a way," Diana said coldly.
"Rich pampered bitch!" Johnathan said before he turned, tripped and fell as he didn't notice Bruce's well placed foot in his fury.
Bruce gave him a hand up and a charming smile that didn't reach his eyes and said in an equally charming voice that some how scared Jonathan to the core, "I you ever insult my wife again, I will make sure the casino fires you and the Las Vegas Police Department has enough evidence to put you away for fifteen years."
Johnathan nodded and took off toward the door like a dog with his tail between his legs. He turned a corner and looked at a perfectly shaped ass bent over a table dressed in a Valentino gown. Desperately needing to get his confidence back and smelling dollar signs, he walked up to her completely forgetting about the large wet stain on his crotch from Mrs. Wayne's wine. He leaned against the woman who stiffened at the pressure of another body behind her.
"So beautiful, what are you doing in a place like this?" Johnathan asked as he ran a hand drunkenly down the woman's leg.
The woman lifted said leg in a hard and swift movement catching Johnathan in the balls. He groaned and stepped back as he nearly doubled over from the pain. He looked as Lois Lane turned around and stared at him.
"You're lucky my husband wasn't here to see you try something. He wouldn't have been as nice," Lois growled.
Still slightly bent over in pain, Jonathan scurried away deciding that enough was enough. He headed toward the door and caught a view of a blond man and woman kissing and making out near the entrance.
"Forget it...The thrill of fucking with married couples has lost its shine," he hissed to himself as he opened the door and walked out.
"Who was that?" Dinah asked monetarily distracted from their make-out session.
"Who cares?" Oliver answered as he again started kissing her passionately.
(Watchtower - Training room)
The holographic background wasn't a dark city alley, nor was it a battle field but instead it was large open room with marble floors. The two heroes in the room carefully studied each other before finally one of them began to speak.
"What we did...in Vegas..." The woman began standing in a dark corner with her arms around herself in shame.
"What we did doesn't need to be talked about Ma'am. I know that you're a respectable woman, and I don't want ya to feel otherwise. It was god damn magic making us all act foolish and it's not like we even remember exactly what happened," the man reassured her.
"That's the thing... I do remember some of it and I remember that I enjoyed it. Well I enjoyed some of it. Damn it I enjoyed what we, you and I, did. The stuff with Shining Knight was kind of left field and can hardly remember him but I really liked being with you," Mari confessed as she stepped into the light. "I don't even care that John ran off and married Shayera."
"I can remember being with you too and I liked being with you, Ma'am, but I don't know if we'd fit into each other's world. I'm basically just a good old boy at heart. No exactly boyfriend material for a supermodel," Vigilante replied.
"So you want to end what is between us even before it really begins?" she asked him as sad look in her eyes.
"Can't say. I don't want to, but I've been on my own for a long, long time. Kind of hard to think about someone else being a part of it," he answered while returning the same sad look.
(John's Apartment)
John watched as Shayera looked over the apartment and began picking out pieces of his furniture that had to go. He groaned as he watched her look at his old recliner and then shake her head.
"You do realize that this stuff is... John this furniture sucks. I know that you were a bachelor and everything, but seriously... We have got to do something about this...this junk I guess for lack of a better term," she stated.
"Looks like you already have plans for it," he replied cocking and eyebrow.
"What are you implying Stewart?" She said defensively.
Before the fight even started he grabbed her and kissed her deeply. Then he pulled her shirt off and pulled her into his lap on the recliner she was about the throw out. His hands cupped her breasts as his fingers lightly pinched her nipples. She moaned softly as he kissed and softly bit her neck.
"O... Ok John...you can keep the chair," She said as he started pull off her pants.
