Chapter 8: Fly Me to the Moon (and don't crash!)
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A/N: Diana knows that Superman grew up on a farm, but she doesn't know his real name or secret identity. But she knows about Lois' existance. Tee hee! Hang with us this chapter, cuz we get kinda mushy and insightful. No, these aren't real people, but hey, they could be, right? Sometime in the future, when our lives depend on the kindness of a bunch of special people and their amazing abilities! But, they are supposed to be kinda human, right? And emotions are very human. But then again, so is screwing up really bad. So, enjoy!
Disclaimer: we have been mentioning a bunch of songs in the backround of recent chapters. Just so you know, we don't own those songs. Just like we don't own Justice League, DBZ, Pokemon, Gundam, Nintendo, or anything else that we have casually mentioned in our stories!
*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^ IN THE WATCHTOWER
Superman walked into the kitchen as Diana was throwing away her orange peels in disgust.
"Hi. Batman leave?"
"Yes," she replied.
"That's nice," he stood awkwardly. He felt weird in the kitchen. He wasn't really the kitchen type. "He finish fixing the heating ducts?"
"I have no clue. I made him help me put away groceries."
Superman quirked an eyebrow. "You . . . made him?"
"Yes," she replied.
"Oh. Okay then. I'll go see if they are fixed."
"You don't have to go. In fact, YOU can help me put away groceries. He left before we finished," she commanded.
Superman almost said no, but thought about that, and decided to just do whatever she said. It's not wise to get on a woman's bad side-ANY woman. He knew from experience.
Diana continued to put away foodstuffs. She inquired politely, "How was Lois and everything?"
"Fine, she's fine. And pregnant."
Diana paused. . . . "Um, congratulations."
"Thanks." [awkward pause. . . .]
"You'll make a good dad, I think." She smiled. J'Onn chose that moment to walk into the kitchen.
He said to Clark, "Congratulations on your expectation. It's a boy."
"Oh thanks, ruin the surprise!" Clark responded.
"My apologies. But you know you wanted a boy, so what's the real problem?"
". . . True. This mind-reading thing is pretty creepy."
"I know." His eyes smiled. He didn't smile, but his eyes did. ^_^ " I forgot something on Earth. I'll be back in a few hours."
The Martian went to Diana, took the can of whipped cream that she was about to put in the fridge, and left the room. A voice called from the hall, "I'm taking your jet, Diana. I know you have no objections."
"Okay then," she replied. It really was creepy the way he could get inside your head. "Superman, did that seem a little. . . . VAGUE to you?"
"No more than usual." They had finished putting away the groceries and Clark changed the radio station to KROQ. "I think he is just developing his own agenda. It's cool. He's just getting used to Earth now, and that is a good thing."
"Yes," she replied.
The song "When I'm Gone" by 3 Doors Down was introduced by Jed the Fish. Superman really likes that song. He likes 3 Doors Down. They had a Kryptonite song. That is hip.
"So, how's YOUR life being going in 'Man's World,' Diana?"
"Not too bad. Just getting used to attitudes of people. Themyscira is a place of beauty, wonder, and mutual friendship. People here are always trying to prove something, and they forget what is really important."
"That's true. I see it a lot myself. Everyone competes with each other, and it isn't even friendly competition anymore. So many people take things too seriously. However, there are people that don't take things seriously enough," Superman added.
"You aren't talking about Flash, now, are you?"
"Of course not, Diana. I have no idea what you are talking about." He grinned at her, and she almost saw a glimpse of the little country boy in him.
She laughed at the thought of him tipping cows. And shucking corn. And tossing hay bales. In blue and red spandex.
"What's so funny?" He inquired curiously.
Diana was really laughing hard now. ". . .N. .NoThInG." Her voice's pitch wavered as she laughed, and she had to grab hold of the counter to keep from falling over.
Haha. Superman riding a tractor, cape billowing out behind him, and a stalk of wheat in his mouth. Ole MacDonald had a farm. . . .
"EE, Iy, Ee, Iy OH!!!" she managed to get out as she collapsed onto one of the kitchen's barstools.
Superman was giving her a funny look. "Am I missing something?" [haha look he stole one of Batman's lines!]
Wonder Woman was winding down now, and as she wiped her eyes she said to him, "You. On a farm. Very funny."
He blushed. "What brought that to mind?"
Diana rested her head on her hand, leaning her elbow on the bar. "That smile you gave me. It just . . . looks so open. And reminded me of how simple your life was . . . and how trusting you are."
Her hair trickled down her back as she spoke and her eyes looked downcast at the floor. She continued, "You're just so different . . . " **. . . from him . . .** she thought.
Superman smiled again. "Thanks for the compliment," said as he began walking toward the door, passing Diana in the process. He stopped and looked back over his shoulder at her. For once, the Princess of Themyscira looked very small and very insecure. She was separated from Man's world by her naïvete, she was exiled from her homeland, and . . . there was something else that Clark just couldn't put his finger on. She just looked so . . . lost.
Diana felt a large, warm hand on her shoulder, but she didn't stop looking at the ground.
Superman gave her a comforting squeeze. "I-if you ever need anything, Diana, I'm always around. See you later."
And with that the Man of Steel left Diana to her thoughts.
*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^ MEANWHILE, IN AN ELEVATOR SOMEWHERE ON EARTH
One of the most intriguing things J'Onn noticed was the pungent smell of Cherry Blossom shampoo within the orange streaked mane of his Onna. He buried his face deeper into her hair as she did . . . interesting . . . things with his neck. He tried to fight it, being a widower and missing his children. But they had been gone for so long, and try as they might, his friends in the Justice League just couldn't give him the kind of love he needed most. And this feeling was just so . . . exquisite.
"Onna . . ." her name rolled off his tongue. "We've only just met. I . . .I--"
"I know," she smiled up at him and he was a little disappointed that she had stopped. "But it okie . . . yo fast learner."
J'Onn would have smiled, but Onna's mouth and hands suddenly went back to work before he could. In a series of caresses and hickies, the little AZN mama pushed him to the edge of the lift, the Martian Mexican's back against the wall and his front against a very eager and voluptuous woman. She raised her head again and looked through the dark lenses of his glasses into his eyes.
"Kiss me, prease," she breathed.
How could he refuse? Taking hold of the back of her head with one hand and the other on her hip, he pressed his lips to hers. She kissed back with fervor, her arms wrapping around his back (one strayed down to his butt).
J'Onn stopped when he felt a pinch. "But . . . but, Onna . . . I barely know you and--"
"My name is Onna Kitsune," she said between more kisses. "I'm twenty- tsuree," kiss kiss, "and I'm an underwear model." Another kiss. "I like long walks on the beach," kiss kiss kiss, "romantic candle-light dinners," a nice big smooch, "and you," and with that she almost sucked all air out of him with the last kiss.
BING!
The elevator door opened, revealing the unlikely couple in a very . . . er . . . awkward position. J'Onn suddenly felt many pairs of eyes on him, and his face turned a nice fuschia.
"Onna! Where have ya'll been?!" a buxom blonde wearing frilly lace knickers ran up to them. "Ya'lls an hour late for ya photoshoot!"
"Sorry, Starr," Onna took off her shirt, revealing the similarly lacy and scandalous bra she was wearing. "I lost tracka di time."
"Whatevuh, dahlin'" Starr brushed it aside, her attention obviously elsewhere. "Who IS this sexy beefcake?" she pointed to J'Onn.
"Oh, a dis is . . . ah . . . J'O--"
"Juan," J'Onn cut in smoothly. "Juan ElVerde."
"Charmed," Starr started to saunter over to him, but stopped when he saw Onna's glare.
"Ladies! Ladies!" a scrawny, but well-dressed, man came rushing up to them. He had a pastel blue cashmere sweater tied around his neck and definitely designer pants. "Oh, there you are, Onna. We've been searching to high heavens for you. What on Earth happened to your hair?! You've messed it all up! I just don't know what I'm going to do with you . . . you know you're late for your--" took one look at J'Onn and completely lost his train of thought. "Hellooo! Who do we have here?"
"Dis is my BOYFRIEND, Mista Jack-san," Onna said rather protectively. "His name is Juan ElVerde."
"Wait!" Mr. Jackson snapped his fingers, obviously signifying an idea. "Forget about changing your hair, Onna . . . it's got that tousled look, and that's just what we need here!" The man waved his hands in the air excitedly. "Mr. ElVerde, have you ever been in a catalogue before?"
*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^ IN THE KITCHEN
Diana left the kitchen.
*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^ DIANA'S BEDROOM
And went to her room.
She turned on the videophone again. This piece of helpful technology had been constructed by Hawkgirl [as she was so apt with her Thanagarian technology; think mace!] and was delivered to the island with Meera's assistance [sp? Hey, Aquaman's wife]. Hawkgirl would have delivered the package herself, but she had an urgent crisis in Midway to attend to. So, one of Meera's mermaid handmaidens delivered the package. With lots of batteries. Environmentally friendly batteries. Hey, I know they don't exist, but neither do Hawkpeople. . . .
BEEP BEEP
"Mother?"
"Yes, my daughter?"
"I just wanted to talk to you again. I miss home. I am lonely here. It is so different from what I was used to, but I think I am beginning to adapt."
"This is good, Diana. It would not be healthy to cling to a place you can see no longer."
"I know, but it would be nice, wouldn't it?" Wonder Woman's voice grew a tad plaintive.
"Yes, dear. But you must let go of things that no longer belong to you."
"Yes my queen. I see you are busy."
"This is true. I am busy. I must go now. Farewell."
"Farewell, your majesty." Diana's spirits sunk a little lower with the cold formality of her mother's words. If only she could feel Themysciran sand between her toes. Maybe then she could be at peace with the demons raging inside her.
Demons. . . . A bit ridiculous that the fair and happy princess of a peaceful land should have DEMONS to call her own. But a Man's World brings a world of Man problems. Batman confided in her, showed her he trusted her, and hadn't really talked to her since. Superman was always restrained around her, never permitting his leadership position to be something more. Superman was warmth and light, Batman, icy darkness. Ah well. Nothing much she could do about it now.
There was a knock at the door.
"Diana, it's me. I'm back," said a flustered sounding Hawkgirl.
"Welcome welcome! Come on in!" Diana smiled as her super sister walked in.
Hawkgirl's feathers were a tad rumpled from her extended flight. "Sorry I've been gone so long. I had some thinking to sort out. And I have actually been in the Watchtower for a while now."
"Oh really? I didn't even realize."
"Yeah. I grabbed some fishsticks in the kitchen though. I was pretty hungry after all that time in the air. Then I slept for a couple hours."
"Are you alright? All that flying, you may have strained something," said a concerned Diana as she sat on her bed.
"I'm fine. My wings are made of strong stuff. So, did I miss anything?" asked the bird woman, in a strangely mischievous and girly tone.
"Quite a bit, actually. Superman's wife is pregnant. J'Onn said it was a boy."
"Oh really?" Hawkgirl asked as she flounced onto the room's sofa. "Well that's interesting. I wonder what kind of father he'll be. Probably one of those stereotypical American dads that take their sons fishing, and teach them how to play catch and whatever." Hawkgirl laughed at the thought.
Diana smiled and added, "And it seems that J'Onn himself has made up some sort of human persona. He started it when we were buying groceries, and it seems that he made a friend. I think he's with her right now. I haven't seen him in a while. . . ."
Hawkgirl grimaced and commented, " I never want to think of J'Onn getting his groove on. Imagine the children: Red Planet and Blue Planet, my goodness the kids would be purple!"
Diana quirked an eyebrow, "Right. . . . ."
"So, Miss Amazon, how's the *groove* been with you?"
"HAWKGIRL!!"
"No really! This is girl talk time, or some such nonsense. Hey, that one night, even I got some action!"
"Great Hera, are you serious? Who with?!?!" the Amazon exclaimed.
"I can't remember. . . . So I have been listing them in my mind to see who it was."
"And. . . .?" inquired Diana as Hawkgirl began preening her feathers.
"Well, Superman was busy placating his wife, . . ."
"Batman was with me."
"Hahaha. All night?" questioned Hawkgirl.
"Oh yeah. All night."
"Okay, that leaves GL, Flash, and since we know now that he can do kinky stuff like that, J'Onn."
"Great. Good luck with that, Hawkgirl."
"Yeah, thanks. I'm going back to bed. Later, Diana."
"Uh, later!" Diana said as the door slid shut behind the retreating wings of her only female compatriot in the League. Diana flopped down on her bed, giving a sigh of relief that she wasn't the only screwed-up person in the space station.
*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^ FLASH'S ROOM
*thud*
Flash was slowly banging his head against the wall. Repeatedly. And it was starting to hurt.
*thud* . . . . *thud thud*
*THU-- * "OW! That kinda hurt. . . ."
He grimaced and stopped the banging, although the pain didn't stop at all. He stepped back, rubbing his forehead gingerly. Slightly wobbly, he plopped himself on his bed, thinking . . . for once.
**I should really make my bed more often . . . not that anyone's here to see it. [mental sigh] Man, why'd GL have to go and tell me that?** A little voice was reminding him that he had ASKED, but he chose to ignore it. **I mean, it's not like I didn't kind of KNOW already, what with all those little glances and snappy lines to each other and whatever. But still . . . now I can't . . . DO . . . anything about my feel--um, impulses. I know I should be happy for the guy. Dude, they've been friends forever, at least from what I've heard. It makes sense . . . I guess. But really . . . dammit, why does heartache have to HURT SO GODDAMN MUCH?!! I'M NOT SUPPOSED TO GET ATTACHED THIS WAY! I'M SUPPOSED TO FLIRT *A LOT,* GET SOME PHONE NUMBERS, AND GET. OVER. IT!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!**
He clasped his head in his hands, trying to rub away the moistness he felt under his mask. Earth's reflected glow seemed to single him out in the dark room, his crimson form huddled over in the pain of unrequited devotion.
He promptly slapped himself out of it. The Flash couldn't be moping about! He's the Flash! He's supposed to be the happy one! People needed him. If only for his idiocy. And if he could do that much for his friends . . . and if she would only be a friend to him . . . then that was what he would do. Forever and a day. Forever and today.
Flash didn't know how to deal with himself. His deep side was getting a little out of hand. So Flash did the only thing he could think of that was social, yet very brainless.
Flash went online.
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A/N: well wasn't that fun? So, insightful and whatnot, eh? Trust us, there IS a plot! WE SWEAR!!
Ed: There is?
Zippy: Of course.
Chunks: We are just taking a roundabout way of getting there. BUT THERE IS A METHOD TO THE MADNESS!!!
Dean P: No there isn't. You guys are just really twisted.
Ein: =Squeak!!!=
Chunks: It's okay that you don't get it, Dean. You like Marvel, remember? That clouds your vision. . .
Zippy: you speak well, little grasshopper. Or was it, crazed fox?
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A/N: Diana knows that Superman grew up on a farm, but she doesn't know his real name or secret identity. But she knows about Lois' existance. Tee hee! Hang with us this chapter, cuz we get kinda mushy and insightful. No, these aren't real people, but hey, they could be, right? Sometime in the future, when our lives depend on the kindness of a bunch of special people and their amazing abilities! But, they are supposed to be kinda human, right? And emotions are very human. But then again, so is screwing up really bad. So, enjoy!
Disclaimer: we have been mentioning a bunch of songs in the backround of recent chapters. Just so you know, we don't own those songs. Just like we don't own Justice League, DBZ, Pokemon, Gundam, Nintendo, or anything else that we have casually mentioned in our stories!
*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^ IN THE WATCHTOWER
Superman walked into the kitchen as Diana was throwing away her orange peels in disgust.
"Hi. Batman leave?"
"Yes," she replied.
"That's nice," he stood awkwardly. He felt weird in the kitchen. He wasn't really the kitchen type. "He finish fixing the heating ducts?"
"I have no clue. I made him help me put away groceries."
Superman quirked an eyebrow. "You . . . made him?"
"Yes," she replied.
"Oh. Okay then. I'll go see if they are fixed."
"You don't have to go. In fact, YOU can help me put away groceries. He left before we finished," she commanded.
Superman almost said no, but thought about that, and decided to just do whatever she said. It's not wise to get on a woman's bad side-ANY woman. He knew from experience.
Diana continued to put away foodstuffs. She inquired politely, "How was Lois and everything?"
"Fine, she's fine. And pregnant."
Diana paused. . . . "Um, congratulations."
"Thanks." [awkward pause. . . .]
"You'll make a good dad, I think." She smiled. J'Onn chose that moment to walk into the kitchen.
He said to Clark, "Congratulations on your expectation. It's a boy."
"Oh thanks, ruin the surprise!" Clark responded.
"My apologies. But you know you wanted a boy, so what's the real problem?"
". . . True. This mind-reading thing is pretty creepy."
"I know." His eyes smiled. He didn't smile, but his eyes did. ^_^ " I forgot something on Earth. I'll be back in a few hours."
The Martian went to Diana, took the can of whipped cream that she was about to put in the fridge, and left the room. A voice called from the hall, "I'm taking your jet, Diana. I know you have no objections."
"Okay then," she replied. It really was creepy the way he could get inside your head. "Superman, did that seem a little. . . . VAGUE to you?"
"No more than usual." They had finished putting away the groceries and Clark changed the radio station to KROQ. "I think he is just developing his own agenda. It's cool. He's just getting used to Earth now, and that is a good thing."
"Yes," she replied.
The song "When I'm Gone" by 3 Doors Down was introduced by Jed the Fish. Superman really likes that song. He likes 3 Doors Down. They had a Kryptonite song. That is hip.
"So, how's YOUR life being going in 'Man's World,' Diana?"
"Not too bad. Just getting used to attitudes of people. Themyscira is a place of beauty, wonder, and mutual friendship. People here are always trying to prove something, and they forget what is really important."
"That's true. I see it a lot myself. Everyone competes with each other, and it isn't even friendly competition anymore. So many people take things too seriously. However, there are people that don't take things seriously enough," Superman added.
"You aren't talking about Flash, now, are you?"
"Of course not, Diana. I have no idea what you are talking about." He grinned at her, and she almost saw a glimpse of the little country boy in him.
She laughed at the thought of him tipping cows. And shucking corn. And tossing hay bales. In blue and red spandex.
"What's so funny?" He inquired curiously.
Diana was really laughing hard now. ". . .N. .NoThInG." Her voice's pitch wavered as she laughed, and she had to grab hold of the counter to keep from falling over.
Haha. Superman riding a tractor, cape billowing out behind him, and a stalk of wheat in his mouth. Ole MacDonald had a farm. . . .
"EE, Iy, Ee, Iy OH!!!" she managed to get out as she collapsed onto one of the kitchen's barstools.
Superman was giving her a funny look. "Am I missing something?" [haha look he stole one of Batman's lines!]
Wonder Woman was winding down now, and as she wiped her eyes she said to him, "You. On a farm. Very funny."
He blushed. "What brought that to mind?"
Diana rested her head on her hand, leaning her elbow on the bar. "That smile you gave me. It just . . . looks so open. And reminded me of how simple your life was . . . and how trusting you are."
Her hair trickled down her back as she spoke and her eyes looked downcast at the floor. She continued, "You're just so different . . . " **. . . from him . . .** she thought.
Superman smiled again. "Thanks for the compliment," said as he began walking toward the door, passing Diana in the process. He stopped and looked back over his shoulder at her. For once, the Princess of Themyscira looked very small and very insecure. She was separated from Man's world by her naïvete, she was exiled from her homeland, and . . . there was something else that Clark just couldn't put his finger on. She just looked so . . . lost.
Diana felt a large, warm hand on her shoulder, but she didn't stop looking at the ground.
Superman gave her a comforting squeeze. "I-if you ever need anything, Diana, I'm always around. See you later."
And with that the Man of Steel left Diana to her thoughts.
*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^ MEANWHILE, IN AN ELEVATOR SOMEWHERE ON EARTH
One of the most intriguing things J'Onn noticed was the pungent smell of Cherry Blossom shampoo within the orange streaked mane of his Onna. He buried his face deeper into her hair as she did . . . interesting . . . things with his neck. He tried to fight it, being a widower and missing his children. But they had been gone for so long, and try as they might, his friends in the Justice League just couldn't give him the kind of love he needed most. And this feeling was just so . . . exquisite.
"Onna . . ." her name rolled off his tongue. "We've only just met. I . . .I--"
"I know," she smiled up at him and he was a little disappointed that she had stopped. "But it okie . . . yo fast learner."
J'Onn would have smiled, but Onna's mouth and hands suddenly went back to work before he could. In a series of caresses and hickies, the little AZN mama pushed him to the edge of the lift, the Martian Mexican's back against the wall and his front against a very eager and voluptuous woman. She raised her head again and looked through the dark lenses of his glasses into his eyes.
"Kiss me, prease," she breathed.
How could he refuse? Taking hold of the back of her head with one hand and the other on her hip, he pressed his lips to hers. She kissed back with fervor, her arms wrapping around his back (one strayed down to his butt).
J'Onn stopped when he felt a pinch. "But . . . but, Onna . . . I barely know you and--"
"My name is Onna Kitsune," she said between more kisses. "I'm twenty- tsuree," kiss kiss, "and I'm an underwear model." Another kiss. "I like long walks on the beach," kiss kiss kiss, "romantic candle-light dinners," a nice big smooch, "and you," and with that she almost sucked all air out of him with the last kiss.
BING!
The elevator door opened, revealing the unlikely couple in a very . . . er . . . awkward position. J'Onn suddenly felt many pairs of eyes on him, and his face turned a nice fuschia.
"Onna! Where have ya'll been?!" a buxom blonde wearing frilly lace knickers ran up to them. "Ya'lls an hour late for ya photoshoot!"
"Sorry, Starr," Onna took off her shirt, revealing the similarly lacy and scandalous bra she was wearing. "I lost tracka di time."
"Whatevuh, dahlin'" Starr brushed it aside, her attention obviously elsewhere. "Who IS this sexy beefcake?" she pointed to J'Onn.
"Oh, a dis is . . . ah . . . J'O--"
"Juan," J'Onn cut in smoothly. "Juan ElVerde."
"Charmed," Starr started to saunter over to him, but stopped when he saw Onna's glare.
"Ladies! Ladies!" a scrawny, but well-dressed, man came rushing up to them. He had a pastel blue cashmere sweater tied around his neck and definitely designer pants. "Oh, there you are, Onna. We've been searching to high heavens for you. What on Earth happened to your hair?! You've messed it all up! I just don't know what I'm going to do with you . . . you know you're late for your--" took one look at J'Onn and completely lost his train of thought. "Hellooo! Who do we have here?"
"Dis is my BOYFRIEND, Mista Jack-san," Onna said rather protectively. "His name is Juan ElVerde."
"Wait!" Mr. Jackson snapped his fingers, obviously signifying an idea. "Forget about changing your hair, Onna . . . it's got that tousled look, and that's just what we need here!" The man waved his hands in the air excitedly. "Mr. ElVerde, have you ever been in a catalogue before?"
*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^ IN THE KITCHEN
Diana left the kitchen.
*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^ DIANA'S BEDROOM
And went to her room.
She turned on the videophone again. This piece of helpful technology had been constructed by Hawkgirl [as she was so apt with her Thanagarian technology; think mace!] and was delivered to the island with Meera's assistance [sp? Hey, Aquaman's wife]. Hawkgirl would have delivered the package herself, but she had an urgent crisis in Midway to attend to. So, one of Meera's mermaid handmaidens delivered the package. With lots of batteries. Environmentally friendly batteries. Hey, I know they don't exist, but neither do Hawkpeople. . . .
BEEP BEEP
"Mother?"
"Yes, my daughter?"
"I just wanted to talk to you again. I miss home. I am lonely here. It is so different from what I was used to, but I think I am beginning to adapt."
"This is good, Diana. It would not be healthy to cling to a place you can see no longer."
"I know, but it would be nice, wouldn't it?" Wonder Woman's voice grew a tad plaintive.
"Yes, dear. But you must let go of things that no longer belong to you."
"Yes my queen. I see you are busy."
"This is true. I am busy. I must go now. Farewell."
"Farewell, your majesty." Diana's spirits sunk a little lower with the cold formality of her mother's words. If only she could feel Themysciran sand between her toes. Maybe then she could be at peace with the demons raging inside her.
Demons. . . . A bit ridiculous that the fair and happy princess of a peaceful land should have DEMONS to call her own. But a Man's World brings a world of Man problems. Batman confided in her, showed her he trusted her, and hadn't really talked to her since. Superman was always restrained around her, never permitting his leadership position to be something more. Superman was warmth and light, Batman, icy darkness. Ah well. Nothing much she could do about it now.
There was a knock at the door.
"Diana, it's me. I'm back," said a flustered sounding Hawkgirl.
"Welcome welcome! Come on in!" Diana smiled as her super sister walked in.
Hawkgirl's feathers were a tad rumpled from her extended flight. "Sorry I've been gone so long. I had some thinking to sort out. And I have actually been in the Watchtower for a while now."
"Oh really? I didn't even realize."
"Yeah. I grabbed some fishsticks in the kitchen though. I was pretty hungry after all that time in the air. Then I slept for a couple hours."
"Are you alright? All that flying, you may have strained something," said a concerned Diana as she sat on her bed.
"I'm fine. My wings are made of strong stuff. So, did I miss anything?" asked the bird woman, in a strangely mischievous and girly tone.
"Quite a bit, actually. Superman's wife is pregnant. J'Onn said it was a boy."
"Oh really?" Hawkgirl asked as she flounced onto the room's sofa. "Well that's interesting. I wonder what kind of father he'll be. Probably one of those stereotypical American dads that take their sons fishing, and teach them how to play catch and whatever." Hawkgirl laughed at the thought.
Diana smiled and added, "And it seems that J'Onn himself has made up some sort of human persona. He started it when we were buying groceries, and it seems that he made a friend. I think he's with her right now. I haven't seen him in a while. . . ."
Hawkgirl grimaced and commented, " I never want to think of J'Onn getting his groove on. Imagine the children: Red Planet and Blue Planet, my goodness the kids would be purple!"
Diana quirked an eyebrow, "Right. . . . ."
"So, Miss Amazon, how's the *groove* been with you?"
"HAWKGIRL!!"
"No really! This is girl talk time, or some such nonsense. Hey, that one night, even I got some action!"
"Great Hera, are you serious? Who with?!?!" the Amazon exclaimed.
"I can't remember. . . . So I have been listing them in my mind to see who it was."
"And. . . .?" inquired Diana as Hawkgirl began preening her feathers.
"Well, Superman was busy placating his wife, . . ."
"Batman was with me."
"Hahaha. All night?" questioned Hawkgirl.
"Oh yeah. All night."
"Okay, that leaves GL, Flash, and since we know now that he can do kinky stuff like that, J'Onn."
"Great. Good luck with that, Hawkgirl."
"Yeah, thanks. I'm going back to bed. Later, Diana."
"Uh, later!" Diana said as the door slid shut behind the retreating wings of her only female compatriot in the League. Diana flopped down on her bed, giving a sigh of relief that she wasn't the only screwed-up person in the space station.
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*thud*
Flash was slowly banging his head against the wall. Repeatedly. And it was starting to hurt.
*thud* . . . . *thud thud*
*THU-- * "OW! That kinda hurt. . . ."
He grimaced and stopped the banging, although the pain didn't stop at all. He stepped back, rubbing his forehead gingerly. Slightly wobbly, he plopped himself on his bed, thinking . . . for once.
**I should really make my bed more often . . . not that anyone's here to see it. [mental sigh] Man, why'd GL have to go and tell me that?** A little voice was reminding him that he had ASKED, but he chose to ignore it. **I mean, it's not like I didn't kind of KNOW already, what with all those little glances and snappy lines to each other and whatever. But still . . . now I can't . . . DO . . . anything about my feel--um, impulses. I know I should be happy for the guy. Dude, they've been friends forever, at least from what I've heard. It makes sense . . . I guess. But really . . . dammit, why does heartache have to HURT SO GODDAMN MUCH?!! I'M NOT SUPPOSED TO GET ATTACHED THIS WAY! I'M SUPPOSED TO FLIRT *A LOT,* GET SOME PHONE NUMBERS, AND GET. OVER. IT!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!**
He clasped his head in his hands, trying to rub away the moistness he felt under his mask. Earth's reflected glow seemed to single him out in the dark room, his crimson form huddled over in the pain of unrequited devotion.
He promptly slapped himself out of it. The Flash couldn't be moping about! He's the Flash! He's supposed to be the happy one! People needed him. If only for his idiocy. And if he could do that much for his friends . . . and if she would only be a friend to him . . . then that was what he would do. Forever and a day. Forever and today.
Flash didn't know how to deal with himself. His deep side was getting a little out of hand. So Flash did the only thing he could think of that was social, yet very brainless.
Flash went online.
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A/N: well wasn't that fun? So, insightful and whatnot, eh? Trust us, there IS a plot! WE SWEAR!!
Ed: There is?
Zippy: Of course.
Chunks: We are just taking a roundabout way of getting there. BUT THERE IS A METHOD TO THE MADNESS!!!
Dean P: No there isn't. You guys are just really twisted.
Ein: =Squeak!!!=
Chunks: It's okay that you don't get it, Dean. You like Marvel, remember? That clouds your vision. . .
Zippy: you speak well, little grasshopper. Or was it, crazed fox?
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