So Much More Chapter 13: I've got an idea!, a justice league fanfic

Ch13-I've got an idea!

Two days later, Watchtower Commissary…

Kal and Bruce entered the commissary to find it abuzz with activity and conversation. They met up on the way to the commissary. Bruce had recently returned from Gotham. Apparently, The Joker and Harley Quinn somehow found a way to escape maximum security at Arkham and went on a mini rampage through the city. This was the third attack in as many days. Unconsciously, Kal's eyes sought out Diana as Bruce continued their conversation.

"So, we finally ran into each other as I was dealing with some of Joker's henchmen. I told her I knew her identity and …" Bruce could sense that he'd lost the other party in his conversation as he saw Diana smile in their direction. "…and then she hit me with a bag of catnip. Square in the kisser." Bruce quipped, looking over to Kal and sure enough the man had already checked out of their conversation.

"That's great Bruce. Just great," Kal replied automatically.

He has absolutely no idea what I just said. Shaking his head, Bruce veered to the left in search of food. Kal continued on his path to the table presently occupied by Diana, Donna, Wally, Michael, Dinah, Ollie, and Zatanna. Diana instinctively moved over to free up seating room for Kal. He nodded his thanks and sat next to her. He broke eye contact to greet the others at the table.

"Hey, guys. What's up?"

"Nothing much, Blue. Just finalizing plans for tonight." Michael replied.

"Tonight?"

Diana's eyes were bright as she answered this time, "Yes. Wally has proposed the idea that we all go out together for a night of dancing and relaxation." Kal noted that she seemed almost giddy over the prospect.

"Oh, has he?" Bruce joined their conversation, shocking most of those at the table. Batman rarely, if ever, joined anyone for dinner in the commissary.

Shaking his head to make sure he was seeing correctly—that The Batman was actually joining them—Wally spoke up. "Yep. We've been camped out on this satellite for months now, barely participating in what normal lives we had-if any- back on Earth. I say we need a night away to recharge our batteries. With the help of Zatanna and Kara, we've found the perfect club in Ibiza—and Shayera's been there before, so they won't freak out about her wings."

"And what of our duties?" Bruce inquired.

"J'onn has set up camp in the Monitor Womb and you know he can do his mind-thingy if he needs to contact us. Things are still relatively slow. We're all walking around this place stressed 'cause we're uptight and have been waiting for an attack for months. If we don't get outta here, we're liable to turn on each other, Bruce." Michael supplied.

Bruce looked to Kal and Diana. They both nodded at the valid argument. Even the best of friends were more likely to lash out at one another if cooped up together for too long. Exhaling slowly, he nodded back to them.

Kal clapped the younger man on the back, "Alright, Wally. Looks like we party tonight."

Two hours later, 7pm EST, Watchtower Teleportation Station…

"C'mon! Let's get this party on the road, folks!" Kara yelled down the corridor of rooms as she, Zatanna, and Shayera waited for the rest of their group.

Donna exited her quarters with Wally close on her heels. She opted for a chic electric blue mini-dress that hugged every curve and a pair of strappy silver sandals. Presently, Wally was enjoying the expanse of her back that was left bare by the plunging dress. Kara and her gal pals whistled in mock catcalls at her choice of outfit. They each wore heels and dresses in various colors, each complimenting their own curves, as well. Soon, other members of their party exited their respective their quarters in anticipation. Shayera groaned involuntarily as she watched John approach in a pair of well-fitting jeans and crisp, black button shirt.

He came to a halt at her side, leaning down to whisper in her ear. "Save a dance for me, pretty lady." He then left her to chat with the other males in their party.

Kal was the last male to join the group. All of the waiting females, save Kara, gave appreciative whistles at his appearance. He forewent the usual gel and let his recently grown out jet black hair billow naturally, a few strands finding their way across his forehead and danced dangerously close to his eyes. His hair brushed against the collar of the crisp, white button shirt, tastefully open at the collar and the sleeves rolled up to reveal his forearms and a wide band watch. The stark white was a great contrast and compliment to his sun-kissed skin. He paired the shirt with a pair of fitted dark jeans and black Kenneth Cole shoes.

"Nice, cuz." Kara gave him the thumbs up. "She'll love it." She added, whispering low enough for only his ears to hear. Kal only smiled in return.

"We all ready to go? Bruce is going to meet us there with a friend." Kal asked as he joined the group.

"Alright, Bats!" Wally fist pumped, still in disbelief that Bruce agreed to join them—and he'd be bringing a date!

Donna shook her head, lowering his elevated fist with her hand," Please, don't do that once we get there."

"Um, babe, I dunno if you're up to speed on dances, but the fist-pump in definitely in."

"Just waiting on Diana so we can leave, Clark." Shayera added.

As if on cue, the door to Diana's quarters hissed open. She exited the room and Kal saw Donna pet Wally as he tried to compose himself, "It's okay this time, Wally. Go ahead."

Seconds later, Wally's compliment could be heard from one end of the corridor to the next, "Holy sweet baby Jesus in a manger, Diana! You- you're-"

"Hot!" Michael finished for his friend.

Kal watched as the rest of the males in the group nodded in agreement, his back still to what must be an amazing sight. He turned at that moment to see what caused such a reaction. All breath left his lungs as he saw her. Sure, he knew she was beautiful, but this…this…was …wow.

Diana hesitated as she approached the waiting group. Oh, Hera, I must've chosen the wrong outfit. Look how they're all staring! She steeled herself and continued walking.

Time stood still for Kal as he surveyed the vision before him. Diana wore a chic off-shoulder black top that gave the barest glimpse of her toned abs and olive skin, next came a pair of dark denim jeans that looked as if they were painted on. The jeans disappeared into what had to be the sexiest pair of black Louboutin stiletto calf-boots. Her only accessories were her ever-present Amazon bracelets and silver, drop earrings. The outfit itself was astoundingly simple, yet Diana wore it with such aplomb that it appeared both graceful and incredibly sexy at the same time. The kicker was she had no idea of how beautiful she was. Diana's luscious, dark waves of hair fell casually in loose curls, framing her angelic face. Kal felt a growl rumble in his chest and did his best to silence it before it grew. Mine. Kara cast him a knowing glance. Damned super hearing.

Drinking in the sight of Kal, Diana joined them all, waiting for someone to give her some indication if she was dressed appropriately. She mistook their silence and shocked looks for disapproval. "Oh, you all are wearing dresses. Should I change?"

There was a resounding "No!" from all the males, Kal included. She took a step back, momentarily shocked.

Michael, ever the smooth talker, attempted to explain, "What they mean, Princess, is…is…wow." He bumbled.

"You look like some kinda dark angel or something." Wally managed to squeak out.

"Yeah. Whoever invented jeans should be thanking you right now, 'cause you make'em look good." John added, then cast a pleading look to Shayera.

Shayera shook her head, "What these bumbling fools are trying to say, Princess, is that you look nice."

Once Wally found his voice again, "So…yeah, it should be around one a.m. in Ibiza, which is perfect club time. Let's roll!"

The group entered the teleportation pad in groups of four, their excitement evident. Kal and Diana were the last to enter, he stopped her before she stepped onto the pad. She looked at him in confusion.

"You look…incredible, Diana." Although the term delicious came slamming to the forefront of his mind. "Would you be my date for the evening?" He asked her nervously.

She regarded her good friend curiously. Nervous? After what almost happened outside the training room? "Of course, Kal. I'd love to."

As if some weight had been lifted, his apprehension was gone, replaced by the confidence she knew and loved. He guided her to the pad with his hand at the small of her back, leaning to whisper in her ear. His breath was warm against her skin, sending a shiver through her. "Remember, Diana. No holding back tonight."

San Rafael, Ibiza, 1:05am CET

Kal's hand remained at Diana's back as they joined their group of friends outside the club. He glanced at the glowing neon which read Amnesia. Interesting name for a club, he mused.

"It's about time you guys got here." He turned find Bruce and a beautiful, ebony haired woman with vibrant green eyes approaching them. They seemed to be very comfortable as they walked with their arms around each other. He briefly faced the woman at his side, gazing into her eyes as he spoke to his friends. "Selina Kyle, everyone. Everyone, this is Selina Kyle." The group welcomed them both.

And he thinks I'm whipped? Kal mused, taking in the look in his friend's eyes.

"Alright, folks, this is where we work our magic." Zatanna chimed, drawing concerned looks from Bruce and Kal. "Not literally. Jeez, chill out!" She and Kara left them momentarily, greeting the bouncer at the door with hugs, kisses, and a few squeezes of his backside before returning to the group.

"Alright, peeps, we're VIP-bound tonight." Kara informed them.

"Just how many times have you been here, Kara?" Kal asked, an eyebrow raised.

She ignored his question, turning on her heels and heading towards the entrance, "We're wasting party time!"

The group was ushered inside without much ado, aside from Kal and Diana drawing appreciative stares from men and women alike. They were seated in the cordoned-off area designated as VIP, which gave a perfect view of the massive dance floor and had its own private bar. Pulling out Diana's chair for her, Kal took the opportunity to whisper to Bruce who was showing Selina the same chivalry.

"So, Selina Kyle, huh? Color me impressed." he spoke in a hushed tone.

A grin touched Bruce's face, "Yeah. Go figure, right?" And I see you're taking my advice." He indicated Diana with a nod of his head.

Diana and Selina gave each other the briefest of glances, both having heard the conversation between their dates. They would definitely be exchanging numbers after this. Kal took his seat next to Diana, only to be approached by two beautiful female Spaniards. The two spoke to Kal, glancing occasionally to Diana.

As Kal's ears turned a particularly vibrant shade of red, Diana leaned over him to address their guests. "Ninquin, gracias. Aunque nos adulen." The words rolled off her tongue effortlessly, sounding as if she sung them.

The two beauties gave a shrug of disappointment before saying their goodbyes and disappearing into the crush of people.

"Okay, what just happened here?" Ollie asked.

Kal opened his mouth twice to respond, only to have no sound come out. Kara giggled as she saddled up next to her cousin.

"They just asked if Kal and Diana would join them for a private party…as in the ménage tois plus one type of party." She explained through her fit of giggles.

Diana grinned as Kal tried to disappear into his seat.

Michael was awestruck as Kara's words registered in his mind. "AWE-"

"-SOME." Wally finished for his friend, equally dumbstruck.

"Yes, and I advised that while we were flattered, their services would not be needed this evening." Diana informed them.

Michael nudged Wally, his eyes on Diana as he spoke. "Clark is one lucky sonofa-."

"Evidently, you two are too hot tonight. Guess we can't take you two anywhere." Dinah interrupted, looking at the duo of Kal and Diana.

Wally shook his head, regaining some of his lost composure. "Alright, who's up for shots?" With that, he and Michael were off to the private bar to stock up.

The infectious, frantic beats of Black Kids' I'm Not Gonna Teach Your Boyfriend How To Dance With You boomed throughout asDiana took in the massive club, packed with hundreds of people, tapping her fingers to the music. The guys returned with a round of shots for everyone except Diana. For her, they brought bottled water. She thanked him for remembering and took a sip. She turned to offer Kal some, surprised to see him down the alcohol before him.

"Well, you know, it doesn't have any real effect on me." He reasoned.

Kara and Zatanna finished off their shots and were now ready to get their night of debauchery underway. Kara was antsy as she yelled over the music, "I heart this song so friggin' hard! Let's dance, biznitches!" She was on the floor in seconds, joined by Zee. They laughed, sang, and jumped in tune to the music.

Ollie and Dinah were next to hit the dance floor, laughing as they did.

Shayera looked expectantly at John. "Let me get a few more of these shots in me and I'll dance all night long, baby." Shrugging her shoulders, she joined the other two women on the dance floor, immediately falling in step.

"Adios, peeps. Man on the prowl…now, where'd those two hotties disappear to?" Michael vacated his seat. Wally and Donna followed suit.

Selina cuddled into Bruce even more, if possible. "We can take our time, Bruce. The night is young." He nodded his head in agreement, settling into his seat.

Kal looked to Diana, trying to gauge her desire to beat feet to the dance floor. She wore a slight smile, swaying back and forth to the music. "So, what do you say we show these folks how it's done?"

She blushed momentarily, "Kal, you do realize my dancing repertoire is comprised of ballroom, some ballet, and tribal, right?"

"All that means is that you've been trained to find the beat of any song. It's all instinct after that." He replied, eager to get her on the floor and into his arms. He stood and offered his hand. "Shall we?"

Smiling as she shook her head, Diana accepted and followed him onto the dance floor. Shortly after finding a suitable area, the music shifted from pulsating dance music to seductive and carefree as Bruno Mars' Our First Time began. Diana immediately recognized the tune from the iPod playlist Donna frequently listened to while back at the Embassy, easily finding her rhythm.

'Don't it feel good, babe?
Don't it feel good, baby?
'Cause it's so brand new, babe
It's so brand new, baby

Don't it feel good, babe?
Don't it feel good, baby?
'Cause it's so brand new, babe
It's so brand new, baby'

Diana began to sway her hips side to side in tune with the seductive rhythm of the song, which itself was a marriage of carefree pop, hip-hop, and sensual reggae undertones. Kal surprised her by how well he moved to the music. His eyes were full of mischief as he smiled at her. Diana closed her eyes and let the music take over, feeling it seeping into her every pore, commanding she surrender and move her body. It was intoxicating. Her hands soon found their way into her hair as she turned from Kal, her body still swaying to the music.

'Girl, here we are
In this big old empty room
Starin' at each other
Who's gonna make the first move

Been doin' our thing for a minute
And now both our hearts are in it
The only place to go is all the way

Is that alright? Is that okay?
Girl, no need to be nervous
'Cause I got you all night
Don't you worry about a thing, no, no, no

Just go with it, go with it, go with it
And I will go real slow with it, slow with it
It's our first time, go with it, go with it, go with it
And I will go real slow with it, slow with it
It's our first time'

As the chorus started up, Kal moved his body in time with Diana's. He loved seeing her so carefree, so free of the restraints placed on her by her various titles—Amazon. Princess. Wonder Woman. Ambassador. She was as intoxicating to him as the strongest Kryptonian wine. He smiled as he closed his own eyes and moved his body closer to Diana's.

Clothes are not required
For what we got planned
Oh girl, you're my desire
Your wish is my command

Treat you like a princess
Ooh girl, you're so delicious
Like ice cream on a sunny day
Gonna eat you before you melt away, yeah

Is that alright? Is that okay?
Girl, no need to be nervous
'Cause I got you all night
Don't you worry about a thing, no, no, no

Diana had never felt as free as she did in that moment, smiling as one of Kal's hands wound itself around her waist, resting on her mid-section as he continued to move behind her. She leaned into him, raising both hands in the air as she continued her ministrations. She felt him reach up and take both of her hands in his own, bringing them down with his own and wrapping both their arms around her from behind. The action brought them that much closer together, leaving no room between the two, he continued to follow her lead. Freeing one of her arms, Diana reached back and cupped the back of Kal's head while laying her own head on his shoulder. The movement left the left side of her throat exposed and he could not resist kissing her. At the first contact of his lips against her throat, a soft gasp escaped Diana, and she increased the movement of her hips, swaying more seductively. Kal growled as he felt her press her bottom closer. He gave her neck another kiss, allowing his tongue to graze her this time; he spun her around so that they were facing one another. He drew their bodies just as close as before, neither of them losing the beat of the song. His chest brushed against hers as he leaned forward to breathe in the scent of her hair. Diana felt heady from the sensations this man was creating in her. Both of his hands had somehow found purchase very low on her hips. Very low. This, coupled with the motion of his hips brought them tantalizingly close as they continued their slow grind.

Don't it feel good, babe?

It certainly does, Diana thought lazily.

Don't it feel good, baby?
'Cause it's so brand new, babe
It's so brand new, baby

Don't it feel good, babe?
Don't it feel good, baby?
'Cause it's so brand new, babe
It's so brand new, baby

The song faded out and the club was engulfed in absolute silence as all eyes were fixated on the two most beautiful people in the club. Kal and Diana were so wrapped up in each other that they hadn't noticed the music stopped. They continued to sway back in forth, enjoying the feel of their bodies pressed so closely together.

Kara discretely cleared her throat behind them, "Uh, guys?"

Diana looked over Kal's shoulder to her comrade. The young Kryptonian had the strangest look on her face. Diana then glanced briefly around them and noticed that everyone in the club was fixated on them. She buried her head in Kal's shoulder, blushing furiously.

"Kal?" He gave no response as he continued the motion of his body against hers, still humming the song into her ear. Hera, that feels good! She was almost lost again in the pleasure of the feeling before common sense kicked back in. "Kal!" She whispered more forcefully, effectively rousing the man.

"Huh? What?" Kal looked at her in concern, afraid some emergency had come up and he hadn't realized.

Her head still buried against his shoulder, she spoke softly, "Look around."

He did as told and was shocked to see well over two hundred pairs of eyes staring at them. He spotted Ollie, John, Wally and Michael in the crowd, both wearing huge grins and giving him the thumbs up of approval. It was his turn to blush, dropping his own head to Diana's shoulder. "Oh,man."