Disclaimer: I OWN THE JUSTICE LEAGUE!!!! BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!......um......ok, not
really.
Warning: Ok, for those who didn't pick this up in the summary, this is a
slash fic. What is slash? It's a romantic relationship between 2 members
of the same sex. Preferably (in my opinion) two males. ^_^ If you don't
like it, don't read it. No one is forcing you. Just don't read this and
then complain that it's wrong and blah, blah, blah, because then you're an
idiot. Ok, on with the ficcy. Yay!
*********
Cold. That was all that registered before everything went black. My eyes are too heavy to open, but I'm not in the mood to deal with the attention waking up would bring anyways. However, I do hear footsteps. Good, that means I'm not in that lake anymore. The steps come to a halt somewhere nearby. I figure I'm in the med-lab in the JLA watchtower. Whoever is in the room with me is definitely male judging by the weight and stride of the steps that were taken into the room. I can hear keystrokes now, he must be checking on me. It seems I shouldn't have gone on that mission after all. There was a meta-human crisis going on that had to be taken care of. Of course, I had to let my ego get in my way and go along, despite warnings from the others. I would have been more help just staying put at the watchtower and monitoring the situation, but I went along, I got thrown in to a frozen-over lake, and I caused the group to have to save me and let the bad-guys get away. I compromised the mission, just because of my stupid pride. What was I thinking? I realize my heart rate has gone up while I was reminiscing and the man is moving over to me. There's a hand on my shoulder.
"I thought you were awake, Bruce."
It's Kal, and there's a definite smile in his voice. I sigh and open my eyes a bit. He's changed into jeans and a dark blue t-shirt and he's standing over me. I allow myself a small smirk.
"You got me, Kal. How long have you known?"
"Oh, only about five minutes. I've been in here for seven."
"I see. Hn, sorry about the lake, I-"
"-Hey, don't worry about it. It could've happened to any of us."
"Liar."
"Yeah, but it made you feel better."
"Hn, you're right."
"I know."
"Smart-ass."
"Nice to reverse roles every once in a while, huh?"
"Hmph."
Just then the alarm goes off. I look up at the monitor, then to the side at him. Solemnly he shakes his head at me.
"If you think you're going, you've got another thing coming. We need you here so we can track them." I know he's right, and that bugs me. I hate being wrong – though as they say, to err is human. Not that I can help it. I nod my head in quiet agreement and stand up. Kal blushes for a moment and turns away saying it seems I need a new costume. I look down and see that what's left of my Kevlar suit is falling indecently off of me in whatever places it's left to cover.
"Oh," I say, trying to sound passive.
I'm actually a little embarrassed, but thankfully he doesn't seem to notice. With that I walk to my watchtower living quarters and get on a new costume, then proceed to the monitoring station. Actually my quarters aren't exactly what one would call "living quarters" as much as sort of an emergency closet. I keep extra costumes, a medical kit, and a laptop that's connected to the computer in the 'Cave in there. I also have a private bathroom, in case I get dirty during a mission, or I need to clean up from training before going to a business meeting or charity ball in Gotham. The others have far more elaborate quarters, since most of them will spend up to a week in the Watchtower during a case, and a couple of them even live there. It's odd how little I see of them, yet how much I know about these people (and aliens) that I work so closely with. After I grab a cup of black coffee I go over to where the rest of the League is departing.
They're just about ready to leave when Kal comes over to me. The others are getting into the Javelin 7 and Kal is planning on flying.
"Keep an eye on us, Bruce," he murmurs close to my ear, making sure the others don't overhear my name.
"I always do," I reply, trying hard to keep my breathing under control. What's happening to me?
"I'll see you when we get back then," Kal sys, reaching up a hand and placing it on my shoulder.
He comes to within an inch on my face, and his face breaks into a small, warm smile, before it fades into a more neutral expression, the lips barely parted. I can feel his hot breath fanning softly over the lower half of my face, and I look up into his eyes to see them staring at me intently, slightly glazed. The room seems to get farther away from me, blurring out until all I can see is Kal's face, and I feel a hot flutter deep in the pit of my stomach. I don't know what's coming over me, but I lean forward slightly, cautiously, until my lips are mere millimeters from his......and Flash pops his head through the doorway.
"Hey, come on, Supes! We're all waiting for ya!"
Both our heads snap in Wally's direction and we take two giant steps away from each other.
"Sorry, did I interrupt something?" he asks a bit perplexed.
"Not at all, Flash," I say, "Kal just wanted to make sure you all had these, so I could keep an eye on you," I explain, holding out my hand with 6 transmitters in it and another device that I had explained before the first trial was supposed to go on one of the meta-humans we were after so we could find them too.
Flash nods and takes the transmitters, hooking one on himself, and handing one to Superman. Kal puts his on and then turns to me, smiling sheepishly. I look back and him.
"Good luck," is all I can get out.
His smile broadens and then he turns to leave. I can't help but notice that, despite all the lights in the tower, his smile is still the brightest thing in the room. I blush at the thought......blush......me......things are getting weird. I walk over to the computer monitoring system and bring up an image of the Javelin, hoping to get my mind off of the strange turn my relationship with Kal is taking.
*********
So, what do you think? This is my first time writing this couple, and I'm not exactly experienced with fanfic writing to the point a lot of people here might be. I appreciate input! Also, I'll only continue this after I get at least 5 positive reviews. ^_^ Thanks for reading!
*********
Cold. That was all that registered before everything went black. My eyes are too heavy to open, but I'm not in the mood to deal with the attention waking up would bring anyways. However, I do hear footsteps. Good, that means I'm not in that lake anymore. The steps come to a halt somewhere nearby. I figure I'm in the med-lab in the JLA watchtower. Whoever is in the room with me is definitely male judging by the weight and stride of the steps that were taken into the room. I can hear keystrokes now, he must be checking on me. It seems I shouldn't have gone on that mission after all. There was a meta-human crisis going on that had to be taken care of. Of course, I had to let my ego get in my way and go along, despite warnings from the others. I would have been more help just staying put at the watchtower and monitoring the situation, but I went along, I got thrown in to a frozen-over lake, and I caused the group to have to save me and let the bad-guys get away. I compromised the mission, just because of my stupid pride. What was I thinking? I realize my heart rate has gone up while I was reminiscing and the man is moving over to me. There's a hand on my shoulder.
"I thought you were awake, Bruce."
It's Kal, and there's a definite smile in his voice. I sigh and open my eyes a bit. He's changed into jeans and a dark blue t-shirt and he's standing over me. I allow myself a small smirk.
"You got me, Kal. How long have you known?"
"Oh, only about five minutes. I've been in here for seven."
"I see. Hn, sorry about the lake, I-"
"-Hey, don't worry about it. It could've happened to any of us."
"Liar."
"Yeah, but it made you feel better."
"Hn, you're right."
"I know."
"Smart-ass."
"Nice to reverse roles every once in a while, huh?"
"Hmph."
Just then the alarm goes off. I look up at the monitor, then to the side at him. Solemnly he shakes his head at me.
"If you think you're going, you've got another thing coming. We need you here so we can track them." I know he's right, and that bugs me. I hate being wrong – though as they say, to err is human. Not that I can help it. I nod my head in quiet agreement and stand up. Kal blushes for a moment and turns away saying it seems I need a new costume. I look down and see that what's left of my Kevlar suit is falling indecently off of me in whatever places it's left to cover.
"Oh," I say, trying to sound passive.
I'm actually a little embarrassed, but thankfully he doesn't seem to notice. With that I walk to my watchtower living quarters and get on a new costume, then proceed to the monitoring station. Actually my quarters aren't exactly what one would call "living quarters" as much as sort of an emergency closet. I keep extra costumes, a medical kit, and a laptop that's connected to the computer in the 'Cave in there. I also have a private bathroom, in case I get dirty during a mission, or I need to clean up from training before going to a business meeting or charity ball in Gotham. The others have far more elaborate quarters, since most of them will spend up to a week in the Watchtower during a case, and a couple of them even live there. It's odd how little I see of them, yet how much I know about these people (and aliens) that I work so closely with. After I grab a cup of black coffee I go over to where the rest of the League is departing.
They're just about ready to leave when Kal comes over to me. The others are getting into the Javelin 7 and Kal is planning on flying.
"Keep an eye on us, Bruce," he murmurs close to my ear, making sure the others don't overhear my name.
"I always do," I reply, trying hard to keep my breathing under control. What's happening to me?
"I'll see you when we get back then," Kal sys, reaching up a hand and placing it on my shoulder.
He comes to within an inch on my face, and his face breaks into a small, warm smile, before it fades into a more neutral expression, the lips barely parted. I can feel his hot breath fanning softly over the lower half of my face, and I look up into his eyes to see them staring at me intently, slightly glazed. The room seems to get farther away from me, blurring out until all I can see is Kal's face, and I feel a hot flutter deep in the pit of my stomach. I don't know what's coming over me, but I lean forward slightly, cautiously, until my lips are mere millimeters from his......and Flash pops his head through the doorway.
"Hey, come on, Supes! We're all waiting for ya!"
Both our heads snap in Wally's direction and we take two giant steps away from each other.
"Sorry, did I interrupt something?" he asks a bit perplexed.
"Not at all, Flash," I say, "Kal just wanted to make sure you all had these, so I could keep an eye on you," I explain, holding out my hand with 6 transmitters in it and another device that I had explained before the first trial was supposed to go on one of the meta-humans we were after so we could find them too.
Flash nods and takes the transmitters, hooking one on himself, and handing one to Superman. Kal puts his on and then turns to me, smiling sheepishly. I look back and him.
"Good luck," is all I can get out.
His smile broadens and then he turns to leave. I can't help but notice that, despite all the lights in the tower, his smile is still the brightest thing in the room. I blush at the thought......blush......me......things are getting weird. I walk over to the computer monitoring system and bring up an image of the Javelin, hoping to get my mind off of the strange turn my relationship with Kal is taking.
*********
So, what do you think? This is my first time writing this couple, and I'm not exactly experienced with fanfic writing to the point a lot of people here might be. I appreciate input! Also, I'll only continue this after I get at least 5 positive reviews. ^_^ Thanks for reading!