6 Justice League the Corps
Clark Kent and Diana Prince stepped out of the SUV they had driven all the way from Metropolis to Niagara Falls. The resort they were covertly investigating had unwittingly booked them in the grandest of the honeymoon suites. They'd parked facing the falls and Diana took a deep breath as Clark came around from behind and wrapped his arms around her waist.
"Hera, that's impressive," she contentedly sighed.
"You've been so busy with the League you haven't really had a chance to see some of the more spectacular wonders of the world. We'll have to try out Angel Falls in the African summer," Clark mused.
Diana wiggled further into his embrace, "I'm content where I'm at."
They stood in silence for a time and then Diana stepped aside and faced Clark, "Now, how did you convince Perry White to send you here."
"Perry had heard stories of price gauging and crippling hidden charges so he wanted someone to come up here. He volunteered me and suggested that you be my bride," Clark explained.
"Logical since I am going to be your bride," Diana approved of this plan.
"I think it's because Jimmy stuck his nose in it," Clark admitted.
"How so?" she wondered.
"He knew I was down over the last couple of weeks and then I was able to tell him you and I had reached a decision and reconciled. I think he went running to Perry and wanted us to strike while the iron was hot as it were," he said.
"Well, I think it's a good plan. And by the way, the iron is very hot," she wrapped her arms around his neck and she drew him in for a kiss. It lingered as they devoured one another and they were eventually interrupted by a cheering crowd. Clark was embarrassed, not by the action, but that for all of his vaunted hearing he never noticed the people approach.
Clark waved at the dispersing crowd as Diana tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. He grinned at her, "Let's get the bags. We can check into our room and decide where to go from there."
"A room would be good," there was a suggestive twinkle in Diana's eyes. Clark practically swooned at the blatant expression of wanton desire.
At the desk, Clark signed for the room after agreeing to pay any and all charges. Seeing that a prospective list of charges wasn't being presented made him suspicious. The fact that they swiped his credit card before allowing him in the room didn't trouble him. All resorts and hotels did that these days. A porter took them to the room and showed them the amenities.
They had a bed big enough for six, an indoor Jacuzzi, a suite with three rooms including a second bedroom…in case there was a tiff and they needed separate bedrooms. Diana gave him a rather cold stare at that suggestion. Before he left, he asked if they'd like some champagne. Diana immediately said "Yes!" and Clark wondered if this was covered in the rather egregious price of the suite.
Diana sprawled out atop of the bed, "Come here."
Clark stretched out atop her and they began to kiss. They rolled so she was on top. He began to unbutton her blouse as she gathered her hair. With a low growl she came in on him and their lips brushed together. It was a feather touch and Clark lifted his head to pursue her mouth.
She smiled and traced his lips with her finger and then she sucked on that same finger. Clark was nearly a man possessed but she held him down and teased even more relentlessly. The door bell chimed and she flopped off of him with a pout. He wanted to remind her that she was the one that ordered champagne. He opened the door, signed for the bucket and slammed the door shut before the porter could offer any other unwanted services.
He turned to find Diana getting into the Jacuzzi and she was stark naked. He quickly checked the water with his microscopic vision and found that it was relatively free from bacteria. He set the tray down next to her and then he undressed in the bedroom. Joining her, she was delighted to find he was as naked as she.
She popped the cork on the champagne and poured him a glass. She stared at the bottle before pouring herself a glass, "Is Bollinger's a good label?"
Clark nearly choked, "It's one of the more expansive labels and we have a… a magnum?"
Diana took a sip, "Oh, this is excellent! I'm going to enjoy this."
"Perry and the accounting department are going to kill me," Clark muttered.
"Nonsense," Diana cooed, "Let me pour you another."
Diana finished her second glass, "Oh this is rapturous. I thought I was in the mood before but now I'm positively hungry."
Clark barely had time to recognize the predatory look to Diana's eyes before she threw herself at him.
Several hours later they went to the resort's full service restaurant. There were no prices on the menu, which Clark suspected was a trap. He mentioned this to Diana and she dismissed it, "The economics of Man's World are complicated enough. Don't add to the confusion."
Clark unhappily complied. Diana gave him an adoring gaze. The alcoholic buzz was wearing off and she was still besotted with him. It was a thrilling prospect after her earlier difficulties with him. She had declared her willingness to fully embrace the totality of him and now he was seeing the proof of that. Of course, the sheer passion behind her earlier intentions was compelling. He'd have to invest in the occasional magnum of champagne from now on.
Their food came and it was excellent but its richness only reminded Clark that there had to be a hidden cost. Diana insisted upon a stroll by the falls so they walked the boardwalk and took in the majesty. Diana had her arm wrapped around Clark's and she was content. She'd known few moments of absolute joy since leaving Themyscira but this ranked as one of those times. She knew it was because she was with Clark.
She'd finally embraced his humanity. It was his humanity that had made her fall in love with him she'd come to realize. What good, after all, was the "Super" without the "Man"? After all, Superman would never do the things he had done to her earlier in the day. She felt a warm rush at the thought of them and a small spring began to coil in her groin. If she dared recollect much more, she'd be in desperate need for another release. A coy smile crossed her lips. Was that so bad after all? There were semi-discreet spots even here in these public arenas. The sheer thought of the risk alone made it an almost impossible to resist temptation.
They stopped at an overlook where the waters fell down across the ancient stone shelf. Diana desperately tried to shove her amorous thoughts aside and take in the view. She almost gasped at the wonder of it and then she realized that Clark wasn't witnessing this wonder, he was watching her. She could see in his eyes that Niagara Falls held no grand fascination for him. That sense of timeless wonder was bestowed upon her. She suddenly felt very modest and she blushed.
"A little late for that after how we spent our morning," Clark teased.
Now her cheeks burned, "I had a few thoughts in that direction myself."
"Want to take a ferry and see the Canadian side?" Clark asked, not yet fully grasping the longing in her voice.
"Canada will be there tomorrow," Diana said in a husky voice, "I want you to make love to me on every square inch of our outrageously huge bed."
Now Clark blushed, "I think I could handle that."
Diana caressed his crotch, "Good. Because this titan needs a feeding."
He turned so red she thought his glasses would melt. She found it adorable. She took hold of his hand and began to lead him back towards the resort. Of course, they did stop long enough in a public restroom to satisfy themselves enough to make it back to their room and their enormous bed in dire need of exploration.
Jerome Ordway approached his car. He pulled the key fob out of his pocket and hit the "unlock" button. It didn't work. He picked up his pace and reached the driver's side door. He unlocked the door manually and realized that the power locks didn't engage. He climbed into the car, inserted the key in the ignition, and turned the key. Nothing happened.
Ordway swore and released the hood. He got out and went to the front of the car, lifted the hood, and made sure the battery cables were secure. Everything seemed fine but then again he knew diddly about cars. It was then that he noticed that a plastic box's lid was ajar. He lifted the lid to reveal rows of fuses. One, the top fuse, was missing.
"It's called a Master Fuse," the Question said from behind him, "Nothing works without it."
Ordway considered his options. He'd been warned that this might happen. He turned only to find the Huntress blocking his path. He'd been warned about her specifically. Batman was crazy but the Huntress was rage incarnate. She'd break him just for the sport of it.
"So I take it this is where I get drug to the police station and make fools of you all." Ordway said confidently.
"No, this is where we take you somewhere private for a little chat," the Question clarified, "The police just get in the way. We prefer to work alone."
Ordway wisely felt a stabbing pang of fear at that.
"I'll talk!" Ordway shrieked, "For the love of God, I'll talk!"
Ordway hung upside down off of the LexCorp building. Three ropes were tied to his ankles. Two had been cut and the Huntress was ready to do the honors on the third when Ordway broke. She looked at the Question with a rueful expression.
"There goes my fun." She pouted.
"Talia has certainly seen him dangling outside of her office window. Security will be en route. I need time to interrogate Mr. Ordway." Q explained.
Huntress smiled, "You'll have all the time in the world, Baby Cakes."
The roof's entrance door swung opened and armed guards spilled out, "Freeze!"
"You're up." Question said cheerily.
He happily watched his wife tear into the guards for several moments. It became obvious that she had the upper hand after about a minute into it. He began pulling Ordway up. He got the investment broker to the edge of the roof and then grabbed hold of his belt and a leg and finished getting him on the roof.
By now, the Huntress was dealing with the second wave of guards. Question got Ordway backed up against a HVAC unit. He was shaking uncontrollably and Question knew he'd broken.
"Who arranged for you to be the patsy with the letter drop?" Q asked.
"Ms. Head," Ordway stammered, "she said it was a personal matter. She'll fire me for spilling her secret."
"You need to find a new employer anyway." Question dismissed his fears, "You never knew who was involved in the process? You never knew what was being exchanged or who was picking up and dropping off?"
"No," Ordway insisted, "Ms. Head intimated that my job was on the line. I suck at my job and my only chance to get promoted was to do this favor for her."
A security guard was thrown into the HVAC unit at that moment. It "clanged" as the man bounced off. Huntress called out, "Are we done?"
"Yes. For now," Question informed her.
"Good." She breezed past him and used a Bat-Family grapple gun that Nightwing had given her. He'd intimated that it had been Batgirl's and therefore was an honor to possess. Huntress wouldn't admit it to anyone besides Q but the gesture had deeply touched her.
"Hold on." She ordered Question.
They swung off of the building. Extending its cable to maximum extension they reached the streets below. She released the grapple claw and reeled it back in. Question got the Dodge Charger and pulled a brody in the street to come beside her.
She opened the door, "A little flashy?"
"LexCorp Security is coming up the street so I suggest you get in now and lecture later," he stated.
She hopped in, "Well? Hit it!"
The Charger raced down the crowded Metropolis boulevard. Question explained what he'd learned from Ordway.
"So we hit a dead end?" she wondered.
"Hardly. Our trail now leads to the lioness herself," Q said.
"Talia Head." Huntress immediately got it.
"We'll have to be careful. Talia is Ra's al Ghul's prize pupil besides being his daughter. She'll have surprises beyond reckoning," Question advised.
"I hate to say it, but do you think we should call in the Bat?" she asked.
"We may have to," Question admitted.
