Rude Awaking

A/n: I thought this was going to be an one-shot. I was wrong. And I don't see Bruce admitting a damn thing.

Guy was resting comfortably in his bed. It was warm, and so inviting after a night of drinking. He was groggy, slowly waking up but fighting it all the way. After all, it was peaceful on the Watchtower slowly spinning above the earth the day after Christmas. He reminded himself to thank Barry for the bottle, it was a good choice. Another thing that was wonderful about the Watchtower is that the rate of spin that it had matched his hangover spin rate. He knew had too much, but hell, it was Christmas and it was worth it to see Diana drunk. He hoped that would hedge his bet on the pool and help relax the Batman just a little. Who couldn't like a drunk Amazon?

He rolled onto his back and yawned. His body wanted him up. His mind wanted to know why his body hated him so. And why there was a feeling that he wasn't alone. He rubbed his nose with the back of his hand, fighting to keep his eyes closed. He opened one eye for a second and thought he saw something. "Hello?" He asked to what he thought was no one in the room. But he was wrong.

Guy was jolted to fully awake with his body being slammed into the wall. He looked dazed, trying to figure out what was going on. Then he looked into the face of his attacker.

"Oh shit." He muttered, the Dark Knight of Gotham inches away from his face.

"Oh shit is right." Guy was now cursing the fact he didn't sleep with his ring on. "Why did you do it Guy?"

"Do what?" He asked, wishing he had some pants on. Being held up against the wall by Batman in his boxer shorts was not the way he had wished to start his day. "Be hung-over? Because I like drinking. And I can do it. Legally. Will you put me down?" He didn't want to fight. He wanted to go back to his warm bed, and sleep this off.

"Not that. What you did to Diana."

Guy closed his eyes, trying to remember what she had said. "She is an adult, and as she told me, I don't need to baby her, she can hold her liquor. She was either lying, or she had never met a bottle of whiskey."

Bruce was about to counter with something when there was a ruckus coming down the hall. Guy thanked his lucky stars that his odd guardian angel came in the form of Hal Jordan banging a pan with a wooden spoon. "HEY GUY!" He shouted on the top of his lungs, waking all the other hung over heroes down the hall, "I HEAR YOU GOT WHISKEY YOU DIDN'T SHARE!" Hal came into the room, pan and spoon in hand. "Damn Bruce, you beat me too it."

"Help." Was all Guy said, looking from Hal to Bruce, who still had him up against a wall.

Hal looked between the two, Bruce giving him a glare for interrupting. "What is going on here?" He asked, deciding this was not about screwing with Guy and his hangover.

"He got Diana drunk." Bruce said flatly. Guy took this moment to remember he could call his ring with his willpower, and decided to try it. The ring flew up toward him, but because of the excess effects of alcohol that had been in his system, bounced off his forehead and ended up rolling under the bed.

"Son of a bitch..." Guy muttered to himself, wondering how this morning could get any worst.

"You got Diana Drunk..." Hal said, looking at Guy, and then turned to Bruce, "And you are upset about it?"

"HEY! She did nothing she didn't want to do." Guy regretted that statement as soon it came out.

Bruce wanted Hal to leave. Preferably before he spoke at length about the situation he knew nothing about. "Yes. I believe we have been over that." He turn his attention back to Guy.

"And if I peeled back your Cowl right now...will you have hickeys?" Hal tried not to laugh when he saw what he thought was blushing coming from the Batman, so quick he wasn't sure if he saw it. After all, he wasn't the Flash. But he was Hal, and it was time to take it a step too far. He reached for the cowl in question, causing Bruce to drop Guy to floor and pull away from the two of them. "Oh Guy, I think our little Brucie has a girlfriend."

Guy laughed, then threw his hands over his month to try and cover up the noise he was making. He got the bat glare and went silent. Bruce turned his glaze to Hal, who had his arms crossed. "What? She did nothing she didn't want to do. And you did nothing you didn't want to do. I still fail to see why you had to pull my poor little friend Guy here out of his bed."

"Hey, I am not little." Guy defended himself, not sure about what exactly.

"Diana and I do not have that kind of relationship."

"Says the man who has hickeys from her, and has a habit of stealing peeks of her ass on missions. Yea, you ain't the only detective." Bruce knew he looked pissed, and that Hal was enjoying it. "Look, congrats. You are in the position that I can say with a lot of certainty half the men on this station would love to be in. The question is, what the hell are you waiting for?"

"It isn't like that."

"Oh yea, it isn't like that at all. You don't get jealous when she looks at another guy and punish the rest of us. You aren't in here bothering Guy because you like Diana. It's just because it's the completely rational thing to do. I mean, hell, he has a hangover. It's the best time to fuck with him." Hal said, his voice dripping with so much sarcasm that the room felt like it could become a pool any second. Guy stopped trying to rescue his ring from dust bunny hell to see Batman's face.

Bruce was back in a corner. He did the only logical thing. Denial. "Diana is a friend. Just a friend. Nothing more."

"Isn't she the spirit of truth? Damn she is gonna do a number on you." Guy said, going back to hunting his ring. He parroted back, as he searched, "Diana is a friend." He tried intimating the batman's voice, surprising very well, "Just a friend. Nothing more." He came out from his bed, ring in hand with a look of victory on his face.

It was short lived.

Bruce did the mature thing when someone is openly making fun of you. As he was on Guy's right side, he kicked Guy right below the rib cage, causing him to drop his ring, and it returned to the den of the demon dust bunnies. Guy sighed, "I don't know if I deserved that."

Hal looked at Bruce. "He is right you know. We all know, you might as well come clean."

Batman glared at Hal, but decided this was a battle he wasn't going to win. He brushed pass Hal, muttering, "A gentlemen never kisses and tells."

"When have you ever been a gentlemen?" Hal asked but Batman was already down the hall.

"Did we just get in trouble?" Guy asked from under the bed.

"Probably." Hal sighed. "Worth it."