Chapter 10 -- Love Sandwich
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A/N: and you're the meat, bitch! Gosh I hope nobody's offended by this. Haha. Yeah. Right. Because we care . . .
Disclaimer: if you're hungry and you want something to eat, you don't want no low salad, or pastrami, or corn beef on rye, then I guess you better get the only thing that'll satisfy. Love Sandwich. Fernando and Mr. Belvedere in the hot tub. That's rockin'.
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Hawkgirl kept screeching as Flash and Green Lantern LOOKED at each other.
"You too, man? Geez, she really was plastered."
"What? What are you talking about? I was confessing."
"Well me too. She's been all confused about it, and I didn't wanna say anything, fearing for my life and all. Now that I KNOW I'm gonna die, I figure I might as well spill everything." Flash flashed a smile in Hawkgirl's direction.
"I used to wet the bed. Until I was about seven," commented Superman sheepishly and with no trace of a lisp.
"I used to eat my boogers."
The other four just went "AWW, DIANA THAT'S DISGUSTING!!!"
"What?!? I thought we were confessing."
Just then, Martian Manhunter phased through the floor in a snazzy space suit and shouted, "Lantern, use your ring and get the station back into orbit."
A candle lit above GL's head and he grinned. J'Onn grabbed him and they phased back through the floor (remember, all the doors are locked and stuff). Moments later the horrible falling sensation, as well as the shaking, halted. The windows now looked as if they were covered in a green tint. Like Diana's boogers.
Their minds were starting to clear now, Diana pulling a blanket on to cover herself and Hawkgirl getting that fighting glint in her eye, despite the pink nightie.
Well, they were safe, whatever that might mean. The alarm was still going off and informing everyone that this is NOT the correct angle for the Watchtower to be leaning.
"Angle Incorrect. Angle Incorrect. Angle Incorrect." You get the picture. Nobody punched it, as nobody wanted another HAL on their hands. Yes.
Superman slowly stood up. "What was wrong with us? How did this all happen, and how the heck were incapacitated enough to not stop all this?"
Diana looked outside and said, "Maybe we should fix this first and ask questions later."
Superman nodded and spoke to J'Onn telepathically. The Martian soon breezed in holding a space suit. Superman donned it and J'Onn helped him outside. Superman quickly flew to the aid of GL, who looked about to have an aneurysm. The Watchtower is pretty effing big here, people. Come on now.
Flash looked around at people doing things, and he felt a wave of energy. So he ran around a bit, and then he knocked open a control panel and started redirecting wires. Doors started opening and closing randomly, but he was well on his way to fixing the lockdown situation. Once the hangar doors were working, the Batjet approached and landed.
Batman walked into the living room and saw hurried activity. Flash was pulling off panels to find out what made the doors not work properly (things like that just bother him because they slow him down when he's trying to get somewhere), and Hawkgirl and Diana were busy putting things to rights in the kitchen and dining room. They were still in various articles of nightclothes. . . .
Batman took in Wonder Woman's long legs leading up to a leather bustier, all in all a skankier outfit than anything EVER seen on her before, even though she does traipse about in the whole Star Spangled Underwear thing. And she was wearing porno heels (you know the ones I'm talking about here people. Those ones you see in a store window and they really have NO practical purpose. Damn those things are heavy have you ever even picked up a shoe? Frickin' . . . Chunks owns a black pair.) It was really, really slutty looking. And he tried to look away, but he just couldn't. He might never ever see it again. At least, not on her.
But he managed to look away quickly enough so she didn't see him staring. She and Hawkgirl, after tidying up a quick bit, went as quickly as possible to their respective bedrooms. They came back fully clothed, and, in Hawkgirl's case, fully armed.
Flash gave an 'eep!' and sat as far away from her as she could. Diana was talking to Hawkgirl quietly, while holding the wrist from which the mace dangled. Batman was checking the main computer and radioing the space suits to tell them how much further to move the tower. When they had it fairly close, he told them to get inside. He then programmed the burners to the precise angle necessary to retain orbit.
Superman and Green Lantern were both exhausted, as they had to move the whole tower away from the Earth quite a bit. And J'Onn had a bit of a headache. His brain hurt.
Hawkgirl's eyes were still blazing at both suitors, and the five boys were looking at her a bit warily. Yes, all five. She's very pissed off, and she has a weapon. That's like a woman driving while PMS'ing. It's just NOT GOOD.
Wonder Woman spoke up, looking directly at Batman as she did so. "We need to talk, and right now. Everyone, SIT DOWN."
Everyone sat down.
Hawkgirl began. "For the past few days, I've been really pissed off at myself, because I got drunk and slept with someone and I can't remember who. But I guess now EVERYBODY knows." She gave a pointed look at Flash.
Flash gave a panicked look and shouted, "Well he did it too! I guess. I really don't know. I'm confused."
Gripping her mace tighter, Hawkgirl gave a slight laugh, "Well I knew about that."
A light dawned in J'Onn's eyes. "Oh yes, you two were seeing each other at one point. But even I had no idea you two got THAT close."
"Well we thought we'd keep it on the down low for a while, until things worked out. But they didn't," remarked GL a little sadly.
Flash gasped, "You were seeing each other?"
"Yeah, they were, but that was months ago. After the whole Joker thing," added Superman.
"Did everyone know about this but me?"
Batman chimed in, "Yes."
"SO EXPLAIN YOURSELF, AND WHY YOU . . . er . . . we . . . well just explain something!!!" snarled Hawkgirl.
"Can't I talk to you in private?" Flash pleaded.
Her eyes flashed, but she nodded and walked down the hall into a sitting room, pulling Diana with her to act as mediator and witness. And chaperone??
When the three had walked in the room (leaving Bats, Supes, GL, and MM in an awkward silence. Then GL turned on the TV, started watching "Legends of the Hidden Temple" and the other guys joined him on the couch watching it), Hawkgirl pushed Flash into an armchair and said, "Talk."
Flash sighed. "Okay, so I had just left you passed out in your room. I went back to my room and went to sleep, but I woke up a few hours later, and I went to check on you. You DID have a ton to drink, and I wanted to make sure you hadn't . . . you know, like . . . choked or anything . . ."
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Flash rose from his bed, a little cold within the metallic walls of his Watchtower bedroom. Pulling a robe over his boxers, he stepped out when the door whooshed open, walking down the hallway and scratching his head with a yawn. **Hope she didn't drown in her own barf or something . . .** he thought drowsily as he approached the door to Hawkgirl's room.
He pushed the button for the intercom on her room. "Hawkgirl? How you doing in there?"
="Nn . . . anyone get the license number of that truck?"=
"That good, eh?" Flash smiled. "Are you gonna be all right?"
="My head . . ."=
". . . right . . . you don't sound too good to me," Flash quirked a brow and moved his hand toward the door. "I'm coming in, okay?"
Ten minutes later, Flash realized that it was locked. "Ugh . . . should I try every combination? Does that ever even work?" he groaned.
="2659"= Hawkgirl answered in a groggy, but much calmer voice than before.
Flash punched the numbers in and the door slid open. "Wow. Thanks. What did I come in here for again?"
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"So you let me in, and we talked for a little bit about Animaniacs and you didn't seem even a little tipsy. I thought that was odd . . ." his voice trailed off.
"Yeah but anyways . . ." prompted Diana, who was leaning forward on an ottoman, VERY intrigued.
Hawkgirl just leaned back further into the sofa, although she mildly relaxed her hold on her mace.
Clearing his throat a little, Flash continued. "So then you, uh . . ."
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". . . Yeah, and even though Yakko didn't hit all the countries in that song, you gotta give him props for naming all the ones that he--MMFF!"
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". . . you kissed me. And I was shocked, but I was like, oh wait, she IS still drunk. But you said, 'No, I'm feeling fine. I've just always wanted to do this. . . .' and I said 'Do what?' and you started taking off my pants. While normally I wouldn't object to such treatment, I figured you probably weren't thinking clearly. Or at all. So I tried to stop you, but you're really . . . forceful."
He stopped for a second and stared at Hawkgirl. She started to blush, lowered her eyes, and asked, "Then what happened?"
Flash sighed again. "Well see, I . . . I didn't really want to say no."
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Kissing her back, Flash was vaguely aware of his boxers falling to the floor. He felt her hands wrapping around his waist, pulling the robe down to fall in a little terrycloth heap by the boxers. Feeling her kiss deepen, Flash circled his hands around her back and returned it. She kissed him lower, trailing down his neck while simultaneously placing his hands on the back of her tube topped crime-fighting uniform. Flash hesitated.
"Y-you sure?"
She gave him a look that said 'and you're not sure about this because . . .?'
"Good point," he said, and buried his face into her hair as the uniform came off, they dropped to the bed, and her mask fell to reveal her hazy yet sharp green eyes.
Inhaling her shampoo, Flash could only think, **I wanted you; I've always wanted you. Truth is, I'll always want you.**
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"Flash? Flash? Watchtower to Flash . . ." Wonder Woman waved her hand in front of his eyes.
"Huh? Oh, what?" he blinked.
"You were saying? About that night . . . and you didn't want to say no . . .?"
"Oh. Oh yeah. And later on, when you had fallen asleep, I tucked you in, and left. I didn't want to bother you. You looked really peaceful . . . . And you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life."
Hawkgirl's eyes shot up and connected with Flash's.
She remembered now. Dozens of images flittered through her mind. The deep red hair of the man beside her, the swift yet soft and near silent whisper of his breath on her skin, the birthmark he had near his left shoulder blade . . . she remembered a lot of things, but she mostly remembered how warm his chest felt when she was nestled in his arms, and how gentle was his breathing and how soothing was his heartbeat.
Wonder Woman silently stood up and left. The other two didn't notice; they were too busy not saying anything at all. She entered the living room.
"You ever notice that it's always the Blue Barracudas and the Red Jaguars in the final round?" Superman asked.
GL tilted his head in curiosity. "Hey, now that you mention it . . ."
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A/N: LET THE COUPLE WARS BEGIN! Yeah, we know that we're stretching things out by playing with Hawkgirl's heart here, but you can always review us and tell us which guy you want her to have. It's fun. And we get more reviews that way.
Zippy: Dude, who cares who gets Hawkgirl. What about Diana?
Chunks: You're just biased because you like the Bat.
Zippy: So . . .?
Chunks: Hmm . . . good point. He is very mmm . . .
Zippy: Hey, you lay off my Batman!
Chunks [wipes drool from face] Oh, um, right.
Zippy: Well, since I obviously like Batman and Wonder Woman, which couple to you like?
Chunks: Can't tell you that. That would give it all away!
Zippy: Well fine then.
Chunks: Besides, what about all those other Wonder Woman couples? Like Superman?
Zippy: erm . . .
Chunks: Exactly.
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A/N: and you're the meat, bitch! Gosh I hope nobody's offended by this. Haha. Yeah. Right. Because we care . . .
Disclaimer: if you're hungry and you want something to eat, you don't want no low salad, or pastrami, or corn beef on rye, then I guess you better get the only thing that'll satisfy. Love Sandwich. Fernando and Mr. Belvedere in the hot tub. That's rockin'.
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Hawkgirl kept screeching as Flash and Green Lantern LOOKED at each other.
"You too, man? Geez, she really was plastered."
"What? What are you talking about? I was confessing."
"Well me too. She's been all confused about it, and I didn't wanna say anything, fearing for my life and all. Now that I KNOW I'm gonna die, I figure I might as well spill everything." Flash flashed a smile in Hawkgirl's direction.
"I used to wet the bed. Until I was about seven," commented Superman sheepishly and with no trace of a lisp.
"I used to eat my boogers."
The other four just went "AWW, DIANA THAT'S DISGUSTING!!!"
"What?!? I thought we were confessing."
Just then, Martian Manhunter phased through the floor in a snazzy space suit and shouted, "Lantern, use your ring and get the station back into orbit."
A candle lit above GL's head and he grinned. J'Onn grabbed him and they phased back through the floor (remember, all the doors are locked and stuff). Moments later the horrible falling sensation, as well as the shaking, halted. The windows now looked as if they were covered in a green tint. Like Diana's boogers.
Their minds were starting to clear now, Diana pulling a blanket on to cover herself and Hawkgirl getting that fighting glint in her eye, despite the pink nightie.
Well, they were safe, whatever that might mean. The alarm was still going off and informing everyone that this is NOT the correct angle for the Watchtower to be leaning.
"Angle Incorrect. Angle Incorrect. Angle Incorrect." You get the picture. Nobody punched it, as nobody wanted another HAL on their hands. Yes.
Superman slowly stood up. "What was wrong with us? How did this all happen, and how the heck were incapacitated enough to not stop all this?"
Diana looked outside and said, "Maybe we should fix this first and ask questions later."
Superman nodded and spoke to J'Onn telepathically. The Martian soon breezed in holding a space suit. Superman donned it and J'Onn helped him outside. Superman quickly flew to the aid of GL, who looked about to have an aneurysm. The Watchtower is pretty effing big here, people. Come on now.
Flash looked around at people doing things, and he felt a wave of energy. So he ran around a bit, and then he knocked open a control panel and started redirecting wires. Doors started opening and closing randomly, but he was well on his way to fixing the lockdown situation. Once the hangar doors were working, the Batjet approached and landed.
Batman walked into the living room and saw hurried activity. Flash was pulling off panels to find out what made the doors not work properly (things like that just bother him because they slow him down when he's trying to get somewhere), and Hawkgirl and Diana were busy putting things to rights in the kitchen and dining room. They were still in various articles of nightclothes. . . .
Batman took in Wonder Woman's long legs leading up to a leather bustier, all in all a skankier outfit than anything EVER seen on her before, even though she does traipse about in the whole Star Spangled Underwear thing. And she was wearing porno heels (you know the ones I'm talking about here people. Those ones you see in a store window and they really have NO practical purpose. Damn those things are heavy have you ever even picked up a shoe? Frickin' . . . Chunks owns a black pair.) It was really, really slutty looking. And he tried to look away, but he just couldn't. He might never ever see it again. At least, not on her.
But he managed to look away quickly enough so she didn't see him staring. She and Hawkgirl, after tidying up a quick bit, went as quickly as possible to their respective bedrooms. They came back fully clothed, and, in Hawkgirl's case, fully armed.
Flash gave an 'eep!' and sat as far away from her as she could. Diana was talking to Hawkgirl quietly, while holding the wrist from which the mace dangled. Batman was checking the main computer and radioing the space suits to tell them how much further to move the tower. When they had it fairly close, he told them to get inside. He then programmed the burners to the precise angle necessary to retain orbit.
Superman and Green Lantern were both exhausted, as they had to move the whole tower away from the Earth quite a bit. And J'Onn had a bit of a headache. His brain hurt.
Hawkgirl's eyes were still blazing at both suitors, and the five boys were looking at her a bit warily. Yes, all five. She's very pissed off, and she has a weapon. That's like a woman driving while PMS'ing. It's just NOT GOOD.
Wonder Woman spoke up, looking directly at Batman as she did so. "We need to talk, and right now. Everyone, SIT DOWN."
Everyone sat down.
Hawkgirl began. "For the past few days, I've been really pissed off at myself, because I got drunk and slept with someone and I can't remember who. But I guess now EVERYBODY knows." She gave a pointed look at Flash.
Flash gave a panicked look and shouted, "Well he did it too! I guess. I really don't know. I'm confused."
Gripping her mace tighter, Hawkgirl gave a slight laugh, "Well I knew about that."
A light dawned in J'Onn's eyes. "Oh yes, you two were seeing each other at one point. But even I had no idea you two got THAT close."
"Well we thought we'd keep it on the down low for a while, until things worked out. But they didn't," remarked GL a little sadly.
Flash gasped, "You were seeing each other?"
"Yeah, they were, but that was months ago. After the whole Joker thing," added Superman.
"Did everyone know about this but me?"
Batman chimed in, "Yes."
"SO EXPLAIN YOURSELF, AND WHY YOU . . . er . . . we . . . well just explain something!!!" snarled Hawkgirl.
"Can't I talk to you in private?" Flash pleaded.
Her eyes flashed, but she nodded and walked down the hall into a sitting room, pulling Diana with her to act as mediator and witness. And chaperone??
When the three had walked in the room (leaving Bats, Supes, GL, and MM in an awkward silence. Then GL turned on the TV, started watching "Legends of the Hidden Temple" and the other guys joined him on the couch watching it), Hawkgirl pushed Flash into an armchair and said, "Talk."
Flash sighed. "Okay, so I had just left you passed out in your room. I went back to my room and went to sleep, but I woke up a few hours later, and I went to check on you. You DID have a ton to drink, and I wanted to make sure you hadn't . . . you know, like . . . choked or anything . . ."
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Flash rose from his bed, a little cold within the metallic walls of his Watchtower bedroom. Pulling a robe over his boxers, he stepped out when the door whooshed open, walking down the hallway and scratching his head with a yawn. **Hope she didn't drown in her own barf or something . . .** he thought drowsily as he approached the door to Hawkgirl's room.
He pushed the button for the intercom on her room. "Hawkgirl? How you doing in there?"
="Nn . . . anyone get the license number of that truck?"=
"That good, eh?" Flash smiled. "Are you gonna be all right?"
="My head . . ."=
". . . right . . . you don't sound too good to me," Flash quirked a brow and moved his hand toward the door. "I'm coming in, okay?"
Ten minutes later, Flash realized that it was locked. "Ugh . . . should I try every combination? Does that ever even work?" he groaned.
="2659"= Hawkgirl answered in a groggy, but much calmer voice than before.
Flash punched the numbers in and the door slid open. "Wow. Thanks. What did I come in here for again?"
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"So you let me in, and we talked for a little bit about Animaniacs and you didn't seem even a little tipsy. I thought that was odd . . ." his voice trailed off.
"Yeah but anyways . . ." prompted Diana, who was leaning forward on an ottoman, VERY intrigued.
Hawkgirl just leaned back further into the sofa, although she mildly relaxed her hold on her mace.
Clearing his throat a little, Flash continued. "So then you, uh . . ."
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". . . Yeah, and even though Yakko didn't hit all the countries in that song, you gotta give him props for naming all the ones that he--MMFF!"
*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^ END FLASHBACK AGAIN!
". . . you kissed me. And I was shocked, but I was like, oh wait, she IS still drunk. But you said, 'No, I'm feeling fine. I've just always wanted to do this. . . .' and I said 'Do what?' and you started taking off my pants. While normally I wouldn't object to such treatment, I figured you probably weren't thinking clearly. Or at all. So I tried to stop you, but you're really . . . forceful."
He stopped for a second and stared at Hawkgirl. She started to blush, lowered her eyes, and asked, "Then what happened?"
Flash sighed again. "Well see, I . . . I didn't really want to say no."
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Kissing her back, Flash was vaguely aware of his boxers falling to the floor. He felt her hands wrapping around his waist, pulling the robe down to fall in a little terrycloth heap by the boxers. Feeling her kiss deepen, Flash circled his hands around her back and returned it. She kissed him lower, trailing down his neck while simultaneously placing his hands on the back of her tube topped crime-fighting uniform. Flash hesitated.
"Y-you sure?"
She gave him a look that said 'and you're not sure about this because . . .?'
"Good point," he said, and buried his face into her hair as the uniform came off, they dropped to the bed, and her mask fell to reveal her hazy yet sharp green eyes.
Inhaling her shampoo, Flash could only think, **I wanted you; I've always wanted you. Truth is, I'll always want you.**
*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^ END THIS OTHER FLASHBACK
"Flash? Flash? Watchtower to Flash . . ." Wonder Woman waved her hand in front of his eyes.
"Huh? Oh, what?" he blinked.
"You were saying? About that night . . . and you didn't want to say no . . .?"
"Oh. Oh yeah. And later on, when you had fallen asleep, I tucked you in, and left. I didn't want to bother you. You looked really peaceful . . . . And you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life."
Hawkgirl's eyes shot up and connected with Flash's.
She remembered now. Dozens of images flittered through her mind. The deep red hair of the man beside her, the swift yet soft and near silent whisper of his breath on her skin, the birthmark he had near his left shoulder blade . . . she remembered a lot of things, but she mostly remembered how warm his chest felt when she was nestled in his arms, and how gentle was his breathing and how soothing was his heartbeat.
Wonder Woman silently stood up and left. The other two didn't notice; they were too busy not saying anything at all. She entered the living room.
"You ever notice that it's always the Blue Barracudas and the Red Jaguars in the final round?" Superman asked.
GL tilted his head in curiosity. "Hey, now that you mention it . . ."
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A/N: LET THE COUPLE WARS BEGIN! Yeah, we know that we're stretching things out by playing with Hawkgirl's heart here, but you can always review us and tell us which guy you want her to have. It's fun. And we get more reviews that way.
Zippy: Dude, who cares who gets Hawkgirl. What about Diana?
Chunks: You're just biased because you like the Bat.
Zippy: So . . .?
Chunks: Hmm . . . good point. He is very mmm . . .
Zippy: Hey, you lay off my Batman!
Chunks [wipes drool from face] Oh, um, right.
Zippy: Well, since I obviously like Batman and Wonder Woman, which couple to you like?
Chunks: Can't tell you that. That would give it all away!
Zippy: Well fine then.
Chunks: Besides, what about all those other Wonder Woman couples? Like Superman?
Zippy: erm . . .
Chunks: Exactly.