A/N: Okay, chapter two is up and about. Just want to comment that I'm basing my characters on X-men: Evolution, Teen Titans (cartoon), and Justice League (cartoon). So anything from the comics is ignored unless I've read about it somewhere.

Warnings: Future slash.

Disclaimers: I do not own Justice League, Teen Titans, X-men evolution, any DC or Marvel characters, Maid in Manhattan or Aquafina.

Dedication to: My reviewers, and to those who added this to their favorite and to their story alerts .But most of all my beta, Sibaas.

Maid In Jersey

Rompano's Showcase, as they called the row of exceptional hotels, was set up on the high dunes looking over the white sand beaches. Hotel Aquafina was dead center in the Showcase, with one of the highest ratings among the hotels. It was a three-floor periwinkle Victorian house complete with a wrap-around porch detailed elegantly with blossoming honeysuckle. The long gravel driveway led to the hotel stylishly and was bordered by high flowered hedges to ensure privacy. Reservations usually had to be made about six months in advance for accommodations during summer. Spring and Autumn were less busy, but occupied all the same.

Inside, the hotel had a clean palette of beige and light blues. The first floor held the offices, the check-in counter in the lounge, activities room, dining hall and the fully equipped kitchen. Between the second and third floor there were five rooms and two suites. The basement was off limits to the guests and housed the laundry, break and locker rooms. Besides the windowless basement, the hotel had a clean, breezy atmosphere. Some described it as a little less of New Jersey and more of the South of France.

Wally sighed as he pushed his trolley of cleaning supplies down the second floor hallway. His flaming red hair was hidden by a gray bandana, and his T and cargo pants were covered by the standard full body apron. He was thankful Storm never tried to make him wear the navy polyester dresses Star and Kitty were required. He'd never live it down, especially if Kurt and Gar popped in on him in that.

Not many people could surprise the speedster, but they'd managed to sneak up on him sometimes; usually when his guard was down and he was off in Lala-land while washing windows. Damn pranksters nearly gave him a heart attack half a dozen times.

Was he ever that immature?

Okay, he could count on two hands and a foot the times he had been in the last week. Difference is, Wally was funny. Wally does a prank, people stop in the streets to cheer. Seriously.

Besides, those guys were just plain malicious.

In Wally's opinion anyway.

Along with Star, Wal was in charge of the accommodations on the second floor; all five of them. Kitty, who had been working with Storm much longer than either of them, was in charge of the third floor. Because they were reserved for Aquafina's most esteemed and frequent guests, there were just two, and Kitty usually just had one to clean and the other to dust at a time.

Kitty Pryde was, usually, an optimistic, fun girl who filled in the role of kid sister instantly. She had been on the shy side at first, but that faded in about five minutes and she had no problem telling him when he did something wrong. She didn't cut him any slack and that's when he went from lil sis to stern mother-figure.

Star once told him that Kitty used to have confidence issues because of her powers, or, rather, her lack of control over them. She had the ability to pass through solid matter, and throughout her early high school years she would repeatedly lose her grip over them in the middle of class. Safe to say she'd had a lot of laughter directed her way, and Kurt and Gar had the smarts not to try to pull any pranks on her. Hmmm, fair or not? She and Star happened to be very good friends, constantly chatting, and going out to the movies and shopping together.

"Wally, can you give me a hand upstairs?" Kitty asked, suddenly phasing halfway through the ceiling. Wally jumped, causing his trolley to rattle. "Eh, sure, just let me-" "No time," she interrupted abruptly, grabbing his arm and pulling him up. He let out a weak protest as he felt himself being lifted, with an unusual sensation coming over him. Sitting on the plush third floor carpet, Wally wondered if that was how ghosts felt going through walls and stuff. He also wondered if his breakfast was going to come up... He'd make Kitty clean up the seven sausages, five hash browns, twelve eggs and twenty pieces of toast with jam off the corridor's walls. She was so lucky he'd had a light breakfast...

The windows at either end of the hall were open and a nice breeze swept through playing with the thin crème curtains. "So, what's the prob?" Wally asked, standing up on jelly legs to follow her into the grand suite. "And next time—I'll use the stairs, thanks."

"Sorry, Wal," Kitty grinned, rolling her eyes. He pouted. She didn't sound sorry...

"Well, remember that vulgar speedster who was staying in the other room? He managed to leave the room in a hurricane-like state and I've been working my butt off trying to fix it up! It's booked for tomorrow so I wanted to get it righted before lunchtime. But Storm just informed me that the guy who reserved the suite is coming in three hours, and that's like two days before I anticipated," she rambled on in anxiety and picked up a few pillows that had fallen off the bed. Her mother-like worry and OCD was amusing, but he didn't like to see pretty girls suffer. Even if he'd never even consider asking her out. One, because she was too much like family already, and as a future forensics scientist incest would not be a good as a red mark on his record. You know, with working so close to the po-po. Second, Kitty's boyfriend would kick the shit out of him, and cause a natural disaster in the process. New Jersey was not ready for that shit to go down…

Wally surveyed the place instead of thinking more on that. "So could our resident speedster help me out?" Kitty asked, her eyes watching and begging him.

Thankfully there were no real big problems in the room so a little Speed Force attention and Wally figured it'd be right as rain. "Sure, no prob, Kitty-Cat."

Mmm...Kit-Kat Bars...what would you do-oo-oo for a Kit Kat Bar? No wait, that's Klondike bar. Do they have Kit-Kat Klondike, cause that'd be delicious. Hmm, and a side of chili with ice cream wouldn't be so bad… His stomach growled at him and he teared up at its torture. Just gotta make it through to lunch… Four hours never seemedso agonizing...What to do in the mean time…Oh. Right. The room...

"You go ahead and go back to cleaning up after the pig and I'll handle this," Wally finally said, though to the non-speedster girl he'd only been silent for all of two seconds. Kitty gave him a big smile and quickly walked through the wall back to her previous task. Wal shuddered, remembering the feeling and the almost loss of his lunch. How did she do that without a twitch?

Wally took one last sweep to make sure he knew what he was doing and tightened his bandana. "Time to get to work," he said as he concentrated. Suddenly seconds started to stretch and the air felt a little heavier before he let himself go; Windex in one hand and a rag in the other.

In five minutes the sheets were changed, the pillows fluffed, and the furniture was dusted and polished. Wally had only started to Windex the sliding door when Star floated in, dragging a vacuum behind. Good, because Wally really hated vacuuming. It never worked with his powers since the vacuum was so slow…

"May you please open the glass door so that the room may be aired of the smells of cleaning chemicals?" Star asked as she plugged in the cord. Wally saluted and obliged, taking a moment to step onto the balcony overlooking the ocean. The white sands glared back at his unshielded forest green eyes, and the dark Atlantic waters seemed to punish the sand in vengeance with its angry, crashing waves. People under colorful umbrellas dotted the white strip, lounging around or talking casually on their cell phones.

The thunderous whirl of the vacuum cleaner broke Wally's slight trance. Giving the people below one last envious glance, he used his speed to hurry back inside to the porcelain bathroom. It only took another five minutes to make the washroom gleam with a pearl and seafoam shine. He heard the vacuum stop and was about to ask Star if she'd known there was a hot tub in the suite bathroom when Kitty's voice broke through talking about sundresses. Seemed like they were planning another trip to the mall inland... With all the money those two spent it was a wonder how they still managed to have money for anything else. It wasn't fair. Their check went towards clothes...his went mainly towards keeping his stomach filled and from being out on the streets. And with Bart staying with him… damn, it was too depressing to think about...

"Friend-Wally, I will be helping Kitty with guest-Pietro's bathroom disarray," Star shouted from the hallway before slamming the door shut.

Once all soaps, shampoos and paper tissue roll were stocked, he left the big porcelain chamber and into the bedroom. The room had a simplistic, fresh look to it with light blue walls, navy trim, and white linens. The furniture was made of light maple including the bed, two bedside tables, two leisure chairs, a bureau with a sizable mirror, a coffee table and an antique writing desk. The room was spacious and Wally could only wish to ever stay in a room so nice. Someday...

He made one last sweep of the room before closing the balcony door, leaving the windows open behind him. Whistling a merry tune, he moved out into the hallway and down the opposite side to room 308, next to the shiny elevator. It was always perfectly devoid of any handprints or smudges, which made it so unbelievably tempting. Wally, over the weeks, even developed a 'don't don't don't' mantra for when he was near it alone.

Using an incredible amount of self restraint, known to only few of this world (he may add), he shouldered into the room through the slightly ajar door and raised an eyebrow as Kitty talked about her upcoming date. Star was sighing dreamily and looked a bit envious. The rambling was cut off as Kitty fell silent. A snicker was heard as she came out of the walk in closet and held out some kind of red material. "Check it out, Wally! The speed addict left behind this swanky suit! Genuine designer," Kitty grinned, putting the article of clothing against her body to see the whole thing. The crimson unitard had long sleeves and a lightening icon right in the middle of the chest with a zigzag encircling the waist area. Gloves and yellow boots were resting on the chair across from Star.

"Guest-Pietro does not seem like the type to wear such flashy clothing, though," Star commented from her seat, absently polishing the armrests.

"No, but he was bragging about having photo shoots and going to posh parties all the time... Maybe a designer sent him some outfits to wear around?" Kitty scrunched up her nose as she eyed the ensemble. "His personality is gaudy enough without an outfit like this..."

Wally quickly snatched the bodysuit and inspected it from his seat on the cushiony bed. " I actually kind of like it, its got a nice feel to it. Kinda like...solid liquid," he said thoughtfully as he run his hands over it, tracing the emblem with his finger. Kitty rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. "That's like an anti-moron, isn't it, Star? And you're only saying that because red is, like, your favorite color!"

Star smiled and floated over to have a better look. "I believe the word you seek is Oxymoron and I think the suit would fit you perfectly, friend," she said, gaining a grin in return. "Been reading the dictionary again, Star?" Kitty responded blandly. Wally shook his head and put the 'controversial' garment back in the closet. "Right, let's just leave it in here for now. We'll ask Storm what to do with it later. The guest isn't coming in until tomorrow, right?" Kitty nodded and put the boots and gloves into an empty shoebox he hadn't noticed.

"He didn't leave anything else, right?" Wally asked, checking the clock on the bedside table to see there was about an hour and a half until the suite guest would be coming. Kitty shook disdainfully her head, scrunching her nose as she motioned to a black garbage bag. "Only a couple dozen half full bottles of beer and the stench of pig in the air."

Star giggled and opened the window closest to the bathroom. "Smelling of swine and cheap alcohol beverages would not serve Hotel Aquafina well," Star commented. The two others chuckled a bit at her statement.

"Thanks for the help, guys. This time of summer the place gets booked pretty fast. I really appreciate it," Kitty said graciously. The two redheads just shrugged and smiled modestly at her thanks.

"You were just lucky that our guests aren't coming for an other two days," Wally said teasingly. "Yes, Storm informed us that our floor would be occupied with a family coming for vacation. How nice for them to have time with each other. I am very envious of their fortune," Star commented happily, a far away look telling them she was probably reminiscing about her far off family. The two American-born simply shared a look and left it at that.

"Looks like lunchtime, guys. And it's your turn to play waitress, Star," Kitty said glancing at the clock with her hands resting on her hips. Star jumped up excitedly and commented on loving to help in the dining room to nice guests before leaving the room to go change her uniform. "Which means there's towels waiting for us to fold and store in the basement. Ugh," Kitty said to Wally, not even hiding her lack of enthusiasm.

"Shall we, milady?" Wally joked lightheartedly, offering his arm like a gentleman. Kitty smiled and glanced through the open door to her service trolley. "Sure, we'll just worry about my loot later," she said, taking his arm and quickly phasing down through the three floors to the basement. They landed easily next to the laundry station.

"Phew, I really wish the kitchen wasn't above us, it gets so freakin' hot down here," Kitty said, fanning herself as she opened up the dryers. Wally laughed softy and helped her pull out the clean towels. "I dunno, it's kind of funny when we go through there and catch Todd off guard. He practically jumps to the ceiling!" Kitty rolled her eyes and shoved some more towels into his chest. "Well, it's not funny when it's Logan we startle. I don't know how Todd gets away unscathed every day with that hothead's temper."

Wally seriously contemplated it a little before answering. "Well, the kid has good reflexes. Plus, Logan needs his only sous chef this time of the year." Kitty gave a little laugh and they fell silent as they folded the fluffy towels into tall stacks. It was so boring Wally's mind was drifting back to thoughts of food. Sadly they didn't have lunch for a lot longer, always after the guests had their's...

"So, when's the suite guy coming?" Wally asked conversationally while carrying one stack to a nearby cubby, anything to distract him from his hunger. "Around one o'clock… so… now-ish," Kitty said checking her watch.

"Shoot," Wally said, snapping his fingers. "You finish this up and I'll get the trolley before it leaves a bad impression." The speedster rushed and zipped up the staircase, getting to the top floor in less than fifteen seconds. He carefully took the trolley making sure not to make it rattle or tip over with the heavy garage bag.

Before he could press the button for the basement the elevator made a distinct ding and opened up. He immediately looked down, feeling uncomfortable in his uniform around the ritzy guests that frequented. He silently waited as he watched brown slacks and Italian shoes step past him, followed by Kurt's familiar blue legs, luggage trailing behind him. He quickly stepped into the metal box, overhearing the man talking on his cell phone to someone named Alfred.

As he looked up to give Kurt a grin, Wally caught sight of the guest's impressive form. He looked to be in his late twenties with a broad, athletic build and neatly cut black hair. He was standing facing his suite door, fumbling to open the door with his keys in one hand and his other holding the cell to his ear. His face was animated as he spoke, but Wally noticed his dark blue eyes held a deep seriousness in them. Quickly glancing away, he caught Kurt's eyes and watched as the furry teen made a motion behind the guest and rolled his eyes. Wally silently smiled and shook his head in amusement before the metal doors closed in front of him and took him to the basement. As he stood in the unbearably slow contraption, he contemplated the mysterious man. He had this strange feeling when he, dare he say it, check out the guy, that surprisingly wasn't jealousy. Then when the door opened and the basement welcomed him back with its stuffiness and musk he noticed something out of the corner of his eye.

Curious, he leaned over, an amused grin breaking out across his elfish face. There were several smudges on the inside of the door on one side, along with a right hand print, with a carefully executed 'B.W' smudge dead in the middle. He could tell from the amount of fingers that it wasn't Kurt and so with Wally's excellent detective skills he concluded that it belongedto Mr. Suite guy. Of course, Storm wouldn't let something like that sit for long...

Looks like Mr. Suite guy couldn't resist! Hah!

A/N: Hoped you enjoyed the chapter. Review if you love me.