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Chapter 35: Finding Normal (Part 2)
Location: Everest-LowerCity -TwilightDance Club -Dance floor
"Okay, I got the drinks," Helena said, putting down three full martini glasses. Her black halter-top and leather pants grabbing the attention of a few men as she passed.
"I'm so glad we're doing this," Harley said, taking her drink and then taking off her jacket and showing of her white sweetheart cocktail dress.
"Why," Shayera asked, taking a sip of hers, crossing her legs. Her black booty shorts and red one-shouldered draped top were showing off figure to perfection, much to the disappointment of John, who was at bar nursing a drink.
"Wally wants us to work together-" Harley started.
"Hey, none of that. This is girls' night," Helena said, "Which means there are three rule. Don't talk about work. Don't talk about boys or to your boyfriend. And drink enough so the next morning everything's a blur."
"Okay, No more work talk," Harley said.
"Great...Now, to girls' night out," Helena said, holding up her shot glass, "May our drink not stop and our feet never leave the dance floor."
"And may we not remember what we do tonight," Harley said, raising her glass.
"Amen," Shayera laughed, as they clinked their glasses together, and then drank them down.
Thirty minutes later
"More shots," Helena called out laughing, putting more drinks on the table.
"I've already had like fifteen, I shouldn't have anymore," Shayera said, even though she reached for another drink.
"I love girls' night out," Harley yelled.
Boy you got my heart be-be-beating out my chest
Hotter than the bass when I drop it like th-th-th-that
Something like a walk-in cardiac arrest
Better Learn Im falling for ya call the paramedi-di-di-di-dics
"Okay, that's my song, time to hit the dance floor again," Helena said, twisting her hips with the music.
"I think all these songs are your favorite," Dinah laughed.
~JUSTICE LEAGUE~
Location: Everest- LowerCity- TwilightDance Club-Bar
"The only thing I've seen is Breaking Bad…but this seriously looks like meth," Metamorpho (Rex Mason) said, looking at the blue powder on the plate.
"It's dusk," Wally said, picking up the lime wedge and dipping it in the powder and then handing if to Steel (John Henry Irons), "It's a reduced and harmless form of the tranquilizer used in meta camps that will basically get you drunker than all the liquor in the bar.
"Why," Vigilante (Greg Saunders) asked.
"The less affect by this you are, the less affected by the tranquillizer," Wally said.
"You mix military tolerance training with a nightclub," Green Lantern (John Stewart) said shocked.
"It works," Wally said, before taking a shot.
Thirty minutes later
"The one thing I regret about before the fall of the WatchTower is not asking Fire out and being honest to her," Wally said.
"Who," Hawk (Hank Hall) asked, looking close to passing out.
"Fire…Beatriz Bonilla Da Costa," Question (Vic Sage) said, sipping his drink.
"She was beautiful, kind, smart, and perfectly out of my league," Wally said.
"Why didn't you," Superman (Clark Kent) asked.
"Ya, you flirted with everyone," John commented.
"Seriously if it wore a skirt and had a pulse, you asked it for a date," Greg asked.
"I have the brain of a scientist or even a philosopher, yet I decided to be a superhero that runs around with aliens and super-powered men. Knowing all that, what can you guess about my heart," Wally asked, getting surprisingly deep.
"I don't know," Clark said, looking confused.
"Neither do I. But initially, I wanted to be a pirate," Wally said, taking another sip of beer.
"He's drunk," John said.
"You're drunk," Clark said.
"We're all drunk," Rex said.
"Another round," Wally called out to the bartender.
~JUSTICE LEAGUE~
NEXT MORNING
Location: Everest-Underground City-Lunch Hall
"Damn you all," Harley almost growled, as she sat down at the table.
"Did she go blind," Oliver asked, seeing the dark shades Harley was wearing.
"Bite me, Robin Hood," Harley said.
"I don't do circus rejects," Oliver said.
"She decided to test the strength of her liver," Shayera said, sitting down and placing a plate of pancakes in front of Harley and a bowl of oatmeal in front of herself.
"You want some pancakes with your syrup," Dinah asked, as she watched Harley pour almost a full container of syrup on her small stack of pancakes
"One more word…one more word and I'm having Tweety with my syrup," Harley threated, putting down the syrup
"You're a nasty drunk," Dinah said.
"She fell into the bottom of two bottles of tequila last night," Shayera said, as if that explained everything. Which in reality it did a little.
"Sorry, I don't have the alien alcohol tolerance or the meta-super-freaking-kidneys," Harley said, stabbing into her pancakes.
"Here," Dinah said, grabbing Harley's hands, "Check this out." She took a deep breath, and send out a low whistle toward Harley.
"Oh...my," Harley moaned, and then took off her sunglasses and looked around in amazement, "Oh my God, my headache is gone. How did you do that?"
"Training with Talia…trying to work with different pitches, and see how they affect the brain's functions. I can mess with your mind...all I want with a little whistle," Dinah said.
"What," Harley said, smiling and just happy with her hangover being gone.
"I got skills," Dinah chuckled, going back to her coffee.
"Will you marry me," Harley asked, looking at Dinah like she was the most wonderful thing in the world.
"Not gonna happen...you drink way too much," Dinah said, sipping her coffee. Oliver and Shayera busted out with laughed.
Author's Note:
Song from the club was "Dance Alone" by Keke Palmer. Sherlock is here with a fourth season!
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