Part Six of Saturday Night

"Ah, crap," Wally said. This was not what he needed, especially not today. He'd heard Diana sing "The Greatest Love of All". He'd been attacked by Girl Scouts. He'd had to come clubbing alone -- because GL was messing around with Hawkgirl.

And Batman had given him a stare after Wally had grumbled something at Diana. The Stare -- the one that made Wally want to run away.

Most of the time, he did.

And now, there he was, about to make contact with the hottest chick he'd ever seen that didn't have superpowers, and Major Disaster had just strolled into the club.

Ignore him, Wally, he told himself. Maybe he's just here for a good time, too.

Yeah. That was it.

The hot chick fluttered her eyelashes.

Wally convinced himself, walked up to her.

"Hey," he said. Then, because he realized she probably couldn't hear him over the throbbing disco music, he shouted, "Hey!"

It wasn't his best line, but he'd bet five dollars that it was better than anything Batman could come up with.

"Hey!" She shouted back.

Wally felt like a stud. "Wanna dance?" Not his best line, either, but it was worth a try.

He'd bet five more dollars that Batman didn't know how to dance.

"Sure!" She hopped off the bar stool, leaned in close to tell him, "I was watching you earlier. You've got some great moves. I was hoping you'd walk over my way. I'm Linda, by the way."

Ah, yeah, Batman might have the bad-boy thing going for him, but he didn't have Wally's moves. He'd bet ten dollars that Batman practiced Flash's walk in front of a mirror an hour every night. And his run? Sheesh…at least two hours.

He led Linda onto the dance floor, shouting her over his shoulder, "Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk I'm a woman's man--" He felt a trembling under his feet. Beyond Linda, he saw Major Disaster yelling at another man, looking incredibly pissed off.

"No time to talk," Wally told Linda, and rushed over to Disaster.

The dude was going to ruin everything -- it was a perfect night, and he was going to ruin it. The music was loud. The women were warm.

"--I've been kicked around since I was born!" Disaster was yelling.

Flash zipped up to him. "And now it's alright, man. It's OK." He noted that a lot of the other patrons had been attracted to the disturbance, and Flash looked out over the crowd, assured them, "And you may look the other way."

Major Disaster gave Flash a disgusted look, turned back to the other man at whom he'd been yelling, threw a clipping from a newspaper at him. Flash saw the headline: Metropolis City Council Votes Unanimously That Criminal Metahuman Major Disaster Must Leave the City!

"Oh, jeez," Flash said, just imagining, trying to understand the Daily Planet's effect on this man.

The effect was huge. The ground began shaking. Flash knew that the villain/sometimes-hero could create an earthquake. "Control it, Major Disaster! C'mon!"

Disaster was shaking his head, an evil grin on his face. "If they are going to kick me out, I'm taking half of them with me."

A piece of plaster fell from the ceiling, and Flash realized that people around him were screaming.

A disco ball fell onto the head of a Boy George look-alike.

"Time to be a hero," Flash muttered, and sped over to the injured man -- or woman. He couldn't tell.

"Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother you're staying alive." In less than a second he was outside, set the person down in an open area of the parking lot, and was back inside, collecting someone else who'd been hurt. "Staying alive," he repeated. "Feel" A hot girl "the" A drunk guy "city" Another drunk guy "breaking" Two hot girls -- Siamese twins "and" Linda "everybody" A screaming bouncer "shaking, and we're staying alive."

He ran into the club a final time, looked around. Everyone was out, but the place was falling apart. A shower of sparks exploded above him, hitting his arm. "Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!" He screamed, then ran back outside. "I'm staying alive."

As he sped past the crowd, he heard snippets of their conversations:

Well, now--
I get low and--
I get high, and if--
I can't get either--
I really try--

Linda saw him when he skidded to a stop, sprinted toward him. "That was amazing! I thought you looked familiar! You're that fast guy on the Justice League."

Wally smiled, leaned against a lamppost, feeling rather smug. Even Batman with all of his toys couldn't have done as great a job as he did. "Got the wings of heaven on my shoes, babe." He looked around then, trying to see Major Disaster, but the guy had escaped. He turned back to Linda. "I'm a dancing man and I just can't lose," he said. "Wanna try another club?"

"Yes!" Linda grinned up at him. "It's Saturday night, and I've got a dancing fever."

Ha! Wally thought. He'd bet fifteen bucks that a woman had never said that to Batman. Ol' pointy ears was probably brooding away the night on top of some gargoyle.

Intrusive narrative voice: Little did the Flash know, but Batman was not on top of a gargoyle, but singing to Wonder Woman…

TO BE CONTINUED