Tattoo (DCAU)
"Di! Di! Di!" Shayera, Zatanna, and Dinah chanted as Diana downed a large mug of what looked like green ale.
The Amazon slammed down her mug onto the counter, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "Another," she demanded.
Shayera gently placed a hand on Diana's forearm. "Uh, I really think that you better stop while you're ahead, Di," she warned her. "You might not feel it now, but this stuff packs a powerful punch."
"Nonsense!" Diana hollered. "I'm an Amazon! I can handle anything!"
"This isn't Earth," Shayera reminded her. "This is Angor and their alcohol—"
"Another!" Diana hollered again, her fist connecting with the top of the bar, causing the glasses to rattle.
The bartender with the blue scaley skin slid another large mug of green ale at her, a smirk on his black lips. "Let her have some fun, Shay," he said.
"Yeah, Shay!" Diana exclaimed with a grin. "Let's have some fun!"
"Stay out of this, Sal," Shayera warned him with a threatening glare. "She's not used to this type of alcohol."
"Drink with me, sisters!" Diana encouraged her friends.
"I think I've had plenty," Zee decided, holding her hands up in front of her.
"Me too," Black Canary agreed. "I'm still hungover from that bar you took us to on Gath a couple of months ago."
"How do you know all of these places, Shay?" Zee asked her.
"Let's just say that I had a lot of time on my hands for a while there," she replied with a disheartened frown.
"Come on, Shay," Diana said. "That's water under the bridge. Drink with me."
Shayera nodded at Sal to hook her up with another drink. She took the mug of green ale, downing half of it in one gulp. Zatanna and Dinah looked at each other incredulously. They'd seen Shayera drink before, but not like this and definitely not stuff this strong. Zee swore this alcohol could burn through steel.
"Shay, that's your fifth one," Zee pointed out. "You should be passed out under the bar by now."
"Thanagarians metabolize alcohol at a rapid rate," she replied, finishing off the rest of her drink.
Diana shoved her empty mug at the bartender with a grin on her lips. "Fill it up, Sal," she told him.
"This is going to turn into a disaster," Zee readily decided with a nervous laugh.
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Diana's eyelids felt glued in place as she attempted to open them, finally forcing them apart only to find everything around her blurry. She attempted to focus her vision but found it only made the anvil in her head pound that much harder.
What in Hera happened last night?
Looking down, she found herself wearing the same clothes that she'd been wearing yesterday. "Shayera and her idiotic ideas," she growled as she attempted to sit up.
She sat up on her bed, trying her best to orient herself to where she was at as well as the day and time. She held her head in her hands as she tried to recall the events of last night, but she was coming up blank. Whatever alcohol she had consumed must have melted her brain cells.
She forced herself to sit on the edge of the bed as she tried to keep the contents in her stomach from finding its way out. At that moment, she swore to herself that she was never going to touch any more alien alcohol no matter how much Shayera tried to coerce her into it.
She had no idea how she was going to get through this day feeling like something that Cerberus had thrown up. She had monitor duty in an hour, a sparring session with Batman this afternoon and then the two of them were supposed to work on making the training schedule during dinner in the Comm.
Diana felt the overwhelming urge to call off sick, but she knew that would only generate a flurry of questions. She didn't get sick, and she didn't feel like being bombarded by humiliating questions that she had no answers for. She barely knew her name at this point.
She was an Amazon warrior…the Princess of the mighty Amazons. She would battle through it like the fearsome Champion of the Gods that she was and not give away the fact that she felt like she'd battled Chimera and lost badly.
There was only one person that stood in the way of making it through this day undetected—Batman.
The damn Dark Knight was annoyingly perceptive…too perceptive for his own good. He could pick up on the slightest change without her even saying a single word. She was going to have to be evasive long enough to get her through the day. Then, she could hide in her quarters until tomorrow when she'd fully recovered…or died.
Getting up, Diana stripped off her clothes and got into the shower, hoping the hot water would help her feel better. She groaned as the scalding water hit her, deciding that nothing had ever felt so good in her entire life. She felt like a brewery. She knew that cold water would help wake her up, but she didn't feel like switching it at that moment.
She took her time washing her hair, not caring that a lengthy lecture likely awaited her for her excessive water consumption. Batman had an annoying way of knowing how much water everyone consumed on the Watchtower. She heard about it on a pretty regular basis, but she didn't let that stop her from enjoying her shower.
She closed her eyes as she lathered up, humming softly to herself as she struggled to remember something about last night. The last thing she remembered was going out with Shayera, Zatanna, and Dinah. After that, it was still a complete blank.
She had a nagging feeling that something happened last night while they were out, but whatever it was had remained a mystery to her. She was beginning to think that might be a good thing. With any luck, the others wouldn't remember either. Maybe she'd get through this day without being humiliated.
Rinsing off, Diana grabbed her towel, beginning the task of drying off only to abruptly stop in utter shock at what she found. "Oh, Hera, no…" she gasped.
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Diana sheepishly walked into the Monitor Womb with an iced mocha in hand. She was doing her best to remain inconspicuous, her mind racing at the speed of light as she tried to decide what to do about the little discovery that she'd made when she'd been drying off after her shower.
It was something that she hadn't remembered even talking about let alone getting, but there it was on her skin glaring back at her as menacing as the Dark Knight himself. She wasn't quite certain how she felt about it. She knew she should've been mortified, but she surprisingly felt rather proud of it.
She knew that her mother would be horrified to know that she'd been marked in such a permanent way, but she'd never have to know about it. It was in a place that no one could see unless she wanted someone to see it. Thankfully, her revealing costume kept it well hidden.
"Wondy!" Flash greeted her with a knowing grin as she approached the monitor station. "I heard you gals had a wild night last night."
Diana stopped short, afraid that he knew what had gone on last night. What sort of sordid things had they gotten into? "Uh, yes…it was quite a night," she attempted to downplay it, hoping he would lose interest and leave her to her monitor duty.
"You look pretty good for someone who could barely walk last night," he told her. "You guys were so plastered…well, except for Shay. She never gets plastered, but the rest of you were wasted."
"Never going to drink like that again," she assured him, taking the chair he'd just vacated.
Instead of leaving as she'd hoped, Flash turned and sat on the edge of the desk, anxious for details. "So, tell me," he continued. "What did you girls do last night besides drink yourselves into oblivion?"
"I don't actually remember much," she confessed, signing into the computer system.
"I thought Amazons handled their liquor better than that?"
"So did I," she murmured with a frown. She was going to have to ask J'onn about Amazonian physiology and alien alcohol. It had to have been some sort of an allergic reaction to cause her to do the things she had done last night…right?
"Shayera told me you girls got pretty crazy," Flash revealed, refusing to let it go.
"Have you seen the others yet?" she ventured, wanting to change the subject.
"Shayera was at breakfast this morning," he replied. "She wasn't hungover at all, but it's not surprising. She could drink anyone under the table. I haven't seen Zee or BC yet. They're probably sleeping it off. You need to invite me next time. It sounded like a blast."
Diana turned to give him a look that spoke volumes. "It was a girls' night out, Flash."
"I know, but I'd still love to tag along…you know like your bodyguard," he told her.
"We'll let you know," she said, turning her attention back to the monitors.
"That's what you said after your escapade on Gath," he reminded her. "I still got left out."
"Why don't you plan a guys' night out?" she suggested.
"Hey, that's not a bad idea," he decided with a nod, watching as Batman entered the Monitor Womb to take a seat at a workstation several feet away.
"Wally," Diana softly said. "Did Shay tell you anything else about what happened last night?"
"Let's see," he thoughtfully replied. "Nothing super embarrassing. Just that you slow danced with a Angorian."
Diana sent a silent prayer of gratitude to Hera. Hopefully, Shay would keep her mouth shut about last night. "Okay, thanks."
"I'll see you later," he told her. "I need to find John so we can plan our guys' night out. Maybe we'll all get tattoos too."
"Wally," she ground out with clenched teeth as he zipped away.
Diana quickly glanced over at Batman to find him working, relieved that he seemed to have missed her conversation with Flash. She was thankful that Flash was gone, but she needed to know how much he knew about the tattoos they'd gotten. She had to admit it was a little bit of a relief knowing she wasn't the only one. It didn't feel quite so humiliating.
She sipped on her iced mocha, her gaze continually wandering over to the Dark Knight working several feet away. He was too far away for a conversation and yet close enough that she swore she could smell his aftershave. It caused a flutter of tingles to erupt in her stomach.
She hoped that he didn't find out about her tattoo. It was embarrassing, to say the least, but she knew that it was only a matter of time before it was all over the Watchtower with Flash's mouth that ran faster than his legs. She swore she would strangle him if he told anyone.
Diana lifted her chin, her pride refusing to allow her to wallow in embarrassment. So, what if she got a tattoo. So, what if it was in a private place for her eyes only. So, what if everyone found out about it. They didn't know what her tattoo was, and they would never find out—as long as Shayera, Zee, and Dinah kept their mouths shut.
Her shoulders sunk with the thought. The chances of them not blabbing it to everyone they saw were slim to none. She was going to have to seriously threaten each of them. The problem was she had no leverage to use on them. She had no idea what tattoos they had gotten. She didn't even remember getting her own tattoo.
So lost in thought, Diana never saw Batman get out of his seat, never saw him walking towards her, didn't feel his presence until it was too late. "Can't wait to see your tattoo when we spar, princess," he whispered low in her ear, a shiver shooting straight through her body.
By the time Diana had regained a measure of control, she whipped around to find Batman stalking out of the Monitor Womb, his cape snapping behind him. She ground her teeth in overt frustration, her fists clenching tightly in irritation.
"Damn him to Tartarus," she hissed under her breath as she turned back to her duties. She was going to make him pay when they sparred.
XXX
Diana walked into the training room to find Batman already there. He was removing his utility belt, setting it aside in preparation for their sparring session. "Diana," he stoically greeted her.
"Bruce," she stiffly replied, removing her lasso before turning to face him.
Bruce steadily looked her up and down, scrutinizing every inch of visible skin on her body in an effort to find the notorious tattoo that he'd heard rumors about from the moment he'd stepped foot on the Watchtower this morning. Unfortunately, it wasn't any place that he could see…at least, not yet.
"Aren't you removing your boots?" he asked, hoping against hope it would be on one of her amazingly long legs.
The corner of Diana's lips quirked in amusement. "I can if you'd like," she offered, knowing what he was up to.
She took her time sliding first one red boot off before turning to the other. She swore she heard a sharp intake of air as she slowly slid the second boot off. He stared at her a moment longer than necessary, somewhat disappointed to find her ankles lacking any noticeable ink. Simply perfect skin.
He felt a thin sheen of sweat break out on his upper lip, knowing now that the famous tattoo had to be hidden somewhere beneath that fantasy-inducing costume of hers. It had to be in a spot tantalizingly close to…
"Bruce?" Diana repeated his name.
"What?" he barked in response, somewhat embarrassed with where he'd allowed his thoughts to take him.
"No powers, right?" she clarified.
"No powers, best three out of five," he stated, moving into position.
Diana smiled to herself. This little tattoo was turning out to be rather fun. It obviously had the Dark Knight's boxer shorts in a bundle if the way he was staring at her was any indication. If only he knew what and where the tattoo actually was on her body.
They began to circle each other, Bruce's mind clearly not quite focused on the match. It was something that she was definitely going to use to her advantage. She made the first move, launching herself at him like a missile…a missile that had tempered her powers, so she didn't break him in two.
Batman sidestepped at the last second, narrowly missing being plowed into and tackled to the ground. As he turned, he grabbed her by the ankle, spinning her around and tossing her aside. She quickly righted herself with a growl of frustration, gritting her teeth as she reset herself.
She feinted movement to the right only to strike on his left, something that Batman anticipated. She was getting much better at concealing her feints, developing a much better poker face. He had almost missed it this time, impressing him with how much she'd improved since they'd started sparring together.
He wrapped an arm around her, pulling her back flush against his chest. "Better, princess," he praised her with a throaty husk to his voice. "Better, but not good enough to fool me."
She angrily growled, throwing her head back in an attempt to stun him. He immediately countered before being knocked silly, taking her to the ground in a submission hold that gave him a great view of her glorious body. That's when he caught a glimpse of something unexpected…something black and familiar.
"Is that what I think it is?" he demanded to know, his gauntleted hand sliding down her side to the spot high on her right hip.
His finger gently ran beneath her blue spangled bottoms, revealing a black Bat symbol tattooed on her perfect skin. The site of it caused his breath to hitch, his desire growing hot as he stared at it in disbelief. There was just something about seeing his symbol permanently inked on her body that completely turned him on.
She was marked with his symbol.
She wore the symbol of the Batman.
Wonder Woman bore the symbol of the Batman.
Before he could begin to respond to the thoughts racing through his head, he found himself on his back, Diana straddling him with a wicked smirk on her face. "See something you like, Batman?" she throatily purred.
Bruce nearly swallowed his tongue as he gazed up at her, the lens of his cowl narrowing into slits. "You got a Bat tattoo, princess?" he managed to utter. "How scandalous."
She leaned forward, her raven curls falling over her shoulder as her lips drew enticingly close to his. "Do you like it, Bruce?"
All he could do was adamantly nod his head. His mouth was a desert, his tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth. "Yes," he choked out, his breathing growing exerted.
"Would you like to see more of it?" she teased.
"There's more?" he asked, his voice cracking almost embarrassingly so. He cleared his throat, his voice dropping an octave as he tried again. "There's more?"
Diana slowly nodded her head as she raked her teeth over her bottom lip. She drew even closer, her mouth bypassing his at the last moment to find his ear beneath the cowl. "There's more on the other hip. I believe it's a golden lasso around a bat."
Bruce swore the training room began to spin in circles, the temperature rising to nearly unbearable levels. "Computer, lock doors and turn off security cameras," he barked out the orders.
Diana grinned as her mouth began a tortuous path that started at the edge of his cowl, trailing along his jaw, over his chin, and along the other side of his jaw. "I'll take that as a yes," she murmured before finding his lips.
He flipped her over onto her back, taking control as he kissed her senseless. He pulled back just enough to gaze down into her blue eyes, his breath warm blasts against her face. "And here I was worried you were going to do something reckless last night," he teased.
"Getting a tattoo isn't reckless?" she said with a laugh as she removed his cowl, tossing it aside. She spread her legs to allow him to settle between her thighs, her hands roaming over his uniform to find the fasteners.
"Not when it's a Bat on my Amazon," he readily decided.
"Your Amazon?" she repeated, a raven eyebrow arching in question.
"You are now, princess," he replied with a sexy smirk. "You've been marked by the Bat."
"Not yet, but I'm about to be," she flirted, kissing him breathless and earning a throaty growl.
"I plan on marking you several times before we're through," he warned her as he claimed her lips in a bruising kiss.