Chapter 7: A Hectic Morning and Party Crashers

Estell let out a soft sigh as she clung to the warm flat and soft object beneath her. She was quite sure it was the mattress of her bed. Yet still the warmth seemed too warm to belong to an inanimate object. Then she noticed how it raised every now and then, like…breathing? Something was breathing below her, something warm, something that probably shouldn't have been there. She hesitantly opened two curious blue eyes that were staring at tanned collar bones. She blinked and looked up to see Rev's handsome tan sleeping face. She knew he was barely dressed and that made the fact that she was laying on top of him even more suspicious.

Her eyes eyes slowly trailed down to her self and she gasped, practically screaming when she realized she wasn't wearing a shirt. She gave a yelp as she leaped back and hit the metal frame of Rev's bed. The sounds of her scream and clumsy knock against something woke the sleeping man and Rev groaned, opening his eyes, head throbbing with pain from his alcohol hammering last night. He raised an eyebrow at Estell gawking at him a couple inches away. "Hello..?" he inquired, surprised that she was in his room in the first place. "What's going on..?"

"I-I don't know…we got drunk…oh my god did we-"

"Noo," Rev cut her off with a long sigh and she made a confused look in his direction. "Trust me, I would have remembered." Estell's cheeks burned with a blush as Rev go to his feet. "Man, I'm hungry," he walked out the door and downstairs, leaving Estell by herself, lying against the metal frame of his bed.

She was actually…disappointed. It would have been her first. Unlike Cory, Estell didn't date much even though she did get asked out a lot. She just never said yes because they were usually on her busiest of days. The other reason she was disappointed was that she had a thing for Rev. He was cute, funny, nice and most of all…rational compared to her and Cory. He was the type of guy she could have a future with.

Slowly she ascended from the ground and threw the covers onto Rev's bed with a pout. Then she also left the room and went down the hall to her room to get dressed. Rev was downstairs staring at the toaster toasting his Eggo waffles. He was disappointed with himself. Why couldn't he be a sleazy guy like half the villains in Gotham? Even Cory had taken advantage of a drunk of the opposite sex, and yet he couldn't. Well, Cory did a lot of things he probably wouldn't even dare to think of doing but that was beside the point he was trying to make.

Estell was a pretty girl…Okay, who was he kidding, she was smoking. She got the eye even wearing freaking baggy pants and a hello kitty shirt to the super market every Thursday, damn it. She was hot and he had to be the dumbest guy on earth not to get himself a piece of that. But he was too nice a guy and liked her too much. Damn him for being one of the few good guys in her life. He sighed just as the waffles shot up from the toaster and he laid them on a plate and went to the pantry for syrup.

Cory groaned as she woke up. She felt sore all over but in a strangely good way. Hey, like they said, no pain no gain and boy had she gained a lot. Dick was a god. No wonder he was well known among the eligible rich female aristocrats, as well as those considered lesser off, as one of the most thought of men for a sex fantasy. He knew how to give a girl a joy ride for the night, which was probably why she felt so sore in all the places he'd had his way with her. Of course kinky floor sex along with other various physically stimulating activities the two of them had done (some she was sure was illegal in half the states between Maine and Michigan) could do that to you.

She sat up, wrapping the silk sheets around herself as she stood at the doorway of the bedroom. She could see Dick in the kitchen making something that smelled like a delicious meal of French toast, fruit, eggs, and bacon. The perfume of food made her stomach growl. "I didn't know you could cook." She called to him and Dick turned to her with a smirk.

"And I didn't know you could use a person's name as a one-worded sentence so many times." He laughed, making a cheesy impersonation of her moaning his name last night. She pursed her lips together, cheeks burning with childish embarrassment.

"Sh-shut up, it's not like you didn't do the same." She pointed out and Dick shrugged, the both of them laughing over their conquests last night. "I don't think the physically weak can handle you, mister." Dick's face turned only a faint shade darker at this comment causing her to smile smugly. Cory stretched and hugged him from behind, her head peeking from under his arms so she could see him. "Heh, I feel so sore…" she sighed with a faint laugh.

"Sorry," he whispered, stopping his cooking for a second, staring at her with an apologetic look. She laughed, feeling a pang of guilt for causing him to make such a face and shook her head.

"It's fine a full stomach and I'll be back on track." She slipped in front of him and got on her tiptoes to kiss his lips. "God, knows it was easier to do that in heels." She muttered with a sigh that made him chuckle. Then she went back to his room to get dressed.

After putting on one of his long dark shirts and recycling her jeans, they sat down for breakfast. "Hey, I heard about Bruce's party next week, are you going?" Cory asked as she dug into her eggs and Dick sighed with a nod. "What's wrong, you look off about it."

"It's not really the party, it's just sometimes Bruce gets on my bad side."

"Clingy parent disorder," She cracked sarcastically. Dick chuckled again shrugging his head to the side.

"Sort of like that. Anyways, I don't think you should come." Cory made a pouty hurt expression on her face.

"Why not," she murmured, while chewing some of her French toast.

"It's just Bruce Wayne parties have a habit of being crashed by Gotham's finest villains." Cory blinked before snorting and shook her head, brushing off this fact.

"You know if one came at me I'd just shoot 'em." Her answer was nonchalant and Dick gave her a nervous smile knowing exactly what his trigger-happy girlfriend would do when presented with a dangerous threat. He'd seen her almost shoot a guy because he had the guts to pinch her ass, though that time he was amused by it. But sometimes seeing her take on a robber in a supermarket was a little unsettling. "I'll be fine, my sister can take care of her self too, only she likes knives rather than good old automatics."

"Estell's coming?" Cory nodded and a smile as devious as the devil's spread on Dick's face.

"What's with the strangely sexy smile?" Cory asked, edging closer to him across the table.

"My friend Wally's coming too. Wally West…Estell's single, right?" Cory gasped and her jaw dropped. Thankfully she had swallowed her food before she did.

"Yes and hopelessly depressed…you don't think…" they both stared at each other for some seconds as if telepathically connecting. "Oh my freaking lancet, we could hook them up!" Dick nodded before his face darkened.

"One problem, Wally hates blind dates." He informed her. Cory smirked and raised her eyebrows suggestively. "What's with your sexy look?"

"He'll be hooked, Estell has a way of attracting men like flies. Just don't let him know we're setting him up. He'll be like a fly in a Venus fly trap." Dick thought over this devious little plan that involved tricking his friend, before he thought about how much Wally complained to him about being single and knew it was only a matter of time before he smashed the schmoozer's head into a table. Hey, even he felt violent at times.

"Okay, so what do we have to do?"

"Nothing, just one look'll do." Cory said in a sly voice that made Dick feel a bit questionable about his decision...

Wally had his hands dug deeply in his pockets. He was a party person, no question, but one thing he hated the most was showing up to a great party, was showing up to a great party without a date. Sure, he was an ego powerhouse at times, but even he felt like a loser when he was standing in a room with no companion while other guys were strolling around with some flashy lookers. Especially when they looked like the ones that Dick was approaching him with right now.

For a second he was stunned by the two women. One had dark caramel skin, curly dark brown hair and dark brown eyes that had a devious gleam of dark humor to them. She was dressed in a sparkling black sleeveless evening gown that had a slit on the side of the skirt, matched with silver accented jewelry. The other was rosy skinned and had pale blond hair in a bob. Her dark blue eyes were coy and shy at the same time and she looked amazing in her aqua blue halter dress that flowed behind her as she walked. Wally stared a her until he realized she was the crazy girl behind the wheel of that hot Mercedes that ran over Slow Poke Wanna-be (Inertia).

Dick slid an arm around the one dressed in black with a grin. "Wally, this is Cory and her sister Estell. Girls, this is Wally West." Estell and Wally were staring at each other intensely, and a wacky grin came onto his good-looking face.

"Uh, hey." He murmured in a comically taken back fashion, and both Dick and Cory raised eyebrows at how love-struck he sounded. Wally gazed at Estell a bit more before he remembered what he just realized. "Uh, Dick, can I...talk to you a sec?" Dick gave him a surprised look and followed him away from the girls. "Hey, remember that story I told you about, where Inertia got run over and hit the train."

"Yeah, he got run over by these crazy chicks and some dude…" Wally gave him a look an Dick's eyes widened. "Them? You gave Cory a sawn off shotgun attached to a rocket launcher? Are you insane?"He exclaimed.

"No, I just got it for her cus I owed her one, I didn't know she was your girlfrien." Wally said quietly. "But, moving on…" He rested an arm on Dick's shoulder. "Her sister, Estell, is she single?" Wally asked his head shrugging in the direction of the girls behind them. Dick smiled and nodded, making West repeat the wacky grin he had on before.

Dick just looked at his friend, hoping he didn't make a total ass of himself. Of course if he didn't that would mean that he really didn't like her… Meanwhile, Cory was giving Estell the same look. If Estell liked a guy she would blubber a lot, usually in other languages, particularly her native one of Russian. "Yes, he is single, so please Stell; calm down." Estell looked at her with a sort of wide-eyed nervousness

"I am calm, just a hot guy with a really sexy voice is just un-calming. I hope I don't spaz, you know, I'm a total spaz. Do you think I'll trip? Ya mog by poezdku na nego! O net, o net! Oh podumaet, chto ya stranno…(I might trip on him! Oh no, oh no! He'll think I'm weird…)" she cried and Cory gave her a hard slap in the face that made her jaw shake. She glared at her and slapped her back. Dick and Wally watched them as they had an awkward mini cat fight, punching each other in the arms and shoulders. After a while Cory grew bored with the fiht.

"God, I just wanted to snap you out it." She almost shouted in annoyance and Estell sighed, losing her rage. They hugged each other after only two minutes of spontaneous fighting and both Dick and Wally raised eyebrows perplexed by their weird relationship. "Now go over there and show 'em your stuff and by that I mean stand up straight so he could see your boobs." Estell gave her a look as they came to the boys. "Hey babe, we should go dance. You two stay her till we're done." She hooked her elbow with Dick's and dragged him away, leaving the two ditched people alone with one another.

"So. hey, your sister and Dick seem like a great couple." Wally told Estell with a grin. She nodded shyly, standing at her full height as Cory suggested. "That dress…looks really good on you…" West went on staring at her chest for a quick second and Estell blushed a dark red. She was either babbly or tight-lipped when she liked a guy and now she felt like she couldn't talk at all. They were awkwardly silent.

"So Wally, do you live around here in Gotham?" Estell bravely broke the quietWally shook his head turning to her ever so slightly.

"I live in Central City." Estell smiled and nodded her head, remembering the last time she'd been there. Oh, the shit her and Cory got in. "Have you uh lived in Gotham for sometime."

"I used to when I was a kid, in an orphanage but then me and Cory got adopted and moved to California. But Gotham has a way of dragging you back." She laughed with a distant sad look. Yep cause in Gotham revenge is a very important part of society…

"You so pale to be from California." Wally laughed and Estell narrowed her eyes at him the tiniest bit.

"So what, I'm just not tan-able. It's not my fault I look like something out of freaking twilight." Wally chuckled even more and Estell grinned at him. Good sense of humor, nice.

"Right, only you sparkle in a different way." If Estell had heard this line in a movie she surly would have laughed her ass off at how corny it was. But when it was used on her it felt sweet. Especially when being used by a guy with such an amazing smile. She blushed again.

"S-spasibo." She said in a quiet voice and Wally raised an eyebrow. she realized she had been converting to Russian again. "Sorry I said thank you." she laughed nervously. Wally shook his head smiling at her dazzlingly.

"What language was that?" He asked curiously. Estell shrugged, looking down.

"I came from a Russian family. Sometimes when I get nervous I start babbling in it." She gave him a sheepish look. "Sorry you don't want to hear about that."

"No, it's cute. Say something else in Russian." She gave him a flirty grin, thinking of what to say.

"Vy vyglyadite kak uchastnik…kakoi razmer obuvi vy? ( You look like a party…what shoe size are you?)" she murmured crudely, thanking god mentally that the man could not understand anything she was saying. Wally's head cocked to the side.

"What did that mean?"

"Wouldn't you like to know." She was becoming more comfortable with him and the shyness she once had was staring to recede. Wally's hand rested on hers a bit as he leaned, making them almost face to face.

"I would actually." He whispered and Estell smirked at him sensually.

"I could tell you…" she looked at his lips and they edged an inch closer to each other. "But then I'd have to kill you." she laughed coyly and shrank back. Wally's face was now pink and so was Estell's. They smiled at each other, hopeing to see one another very soon.

Cory and Dick watched them with a pair of satisfied grins. Their little field mice had taken the bait and the trap had snapped them in shut, cold turkey. Cory wrapped an arm around Dick's waist and snuggled into him. His arm came around her shoulder in response. "We are total geniuses." She purred and Dick nodded.

"Yep, and you are a devious little planner." Cory slid a hand down his chest with a warm grin and he hitched a breath at her touch. Her face was unnervingly innocent as she stared at the broadness of his chest, seeming even more so in his suit.

"This devious planner has another plan in motion," she looked up with wide dark eyes and gave him a coy smile, his heart starting to rev up with anticipation. "Is there a private room here, Dick?" Dick made a face of embarrassed want, nodding. Cory's forehead rested on his chest as she whispered so quiet, almost Dick might have not caught it, "Take me there, I want to repay you for your good work…"

Joker stood in his purple suit on the top floor, watching. He ran his long white fingers through his greasy green hair he had just combed for the occasion. Ah, how good it felt to be out of Arkham. No stupid guards, straight jackets….and most of all no fucking therapy. He sighed drumming his fingers against the balcony observing his new play things. Hmmm…there was a couple sneaking off into the long hall way courtier, for some lusty night of mischief no doubt. He chuckled to himself quietly before quickly stopping. Didn't want Batman to notice him… not yet that is, he would just have to wait to act at the right time. But for now all the fun was just getting started.