Summary: (BM/WW Wedding-fic) When Batman finally gathers the courage to ask Wonder Woman to marry him, the Dark Knight gets more than he bargained for when the entire League decided to pitch in and help plan their impending nuptials – contains fluff, random humour, a temperamental Amazon princess, drunken bachelor-party escapades, and various attempts on Superman's life!
A/N: Sorry for the wait, but to save you all from a long tear-stained tale, simply put, my hard-drive crashed and all my notes, research, previous chapters and planning of all my stories are no more… so, in a way, this is a whole different, slightly darker chapter from what I had originally planned.
But, onto lighter subjects – thank you so very much for the support last year everybody – over 34 000 hits in total as of the last chapter! Whoo!
Disclaimer: …You know where this is going, right? No, I don't own the Justice League
Bridezillas & Kryptonite
~Chapter Ten~
Part One
Big Bangs & Bigger Questions
Touching down just in front of Wayne Manor, Clark looked up at the large house with slight apprehension and began walking up to the front doors. He paused for a moment before ringing the doorbell. It was now or never, he thought at the chiming tone. The truth was, though he wasn't exactly sure why, but ever since he came back that afternoon, he's been feeling a little uneasy.
When he and John returned from their mission, the atmosphere onboard the space station was noticeably different from when they left – the men were walking on eggshells around the women, while the women… well, he'd rather not think about it.
His heart sank when he heard about what had happened in his absence from Green Arrow, and prayed whatever went on between Bruce and Diana wasn't about what he thought it was.
He sighed just as the door opened, but when he looked up, Clark was surprised when he saw Bruce standing there.
The billionaire regarded the Kryptonian with an arched eyebrow and wary eyes. "…Clark."
Clark in turn blinked when he noticed Bruce's appearance – his hair was unruly, he was barefoot and wore faded blue jeans with an old black Metallica t-shirt with powder blue paint splotches on it.
Bruce's expression turned deadpan. "If you stare any harder, you might set me on fire."
"You like Metallica?" Clark asked curiously, it dawned on him that he's never seen Bruce look so… casual before… or knew his preference in music. And what was with the paint?
Bruce rolled his eyes. "What are you doing here?" he asked, crossing his arms over his chest.
Clark snapped out of it and forced a sheepish grin. "Oh, you know, I was in the neighbourhood, I thought I might as well stop by and say hello."
Yes, he was aware of how utterly lame he sounded at the moment, and when he caught the sceptical, 'I-know-you're-lying' look on Bruce's face, he rubbed the back of his own head awkwardly.
"Okay, okay…" he relented. "I was worried."
"About…?" Bruce asked carefully.
"I heard about what happened on the Watchtower a few days ago."
It was Bruce's turn to sigh before he stepped aside, a unspoken invitation for Clark to come in. When he did, Bruce closed the door behind him.
Bruce turned his head slightly, looking at the Kryptonian out of the corner of his eye. "What did you hear?"
Oh boy – wasn't that the question? "Did you and Diana really have a fight?"
"No."
"No?"
"We had a… misunderstanding." Bruce explained, turning his body in full.
"That isn't really much of an answer, Bruce."
"Take it or leave it, Kent." Bruce said a tad sharply.
Clark frowned slightly at the use of his last name but chose to ignore this. "Where's Alfred?" he asked, deciding to change the subject for now.
"He has the day off. And before you ask, Tim isn't here either, he and the Titans are on a mission."
"And Diana?"
"She was called in by the League in an hour ago."
"Oh, good." He said. But, after a brief pause, "…Look, Bruce, don't think that I'm prying or anything, but what exactly happened between you two? Nobody could give me a straight answer when I asked."
"As if it's any of their business…" he growled.
"Bruce," Clark frowned.
"Like I said, there was a misunderstanding – I overreacted and she left. I came to my sense and I went after her."
"Overacted how?"
"I under-reacted."
Clark was confused. "That… makes no sense." He said and paused. "But what was the 'misunderstanding' about in the first place?"
Bruce fell quiet and, in a way, Clark's suspicions were confirmed – he just needed to hear it from him first to be sure.
When Bruce still didn't say anything, Clark sighed again. "I think I know what this is all about," he admitted. "See… the truth is, something happened to Diana just before I left."
At this, Bruce's eyes narrowed. "What?"
"Don't freak out," he said quickly.
"That depends on what happened."
"It was a while ago, when you were on that mission to China."
"Why didn't you say anything then?" Bruce snapped.
"I promised I wouldn't."
"Dammit, Clark!"
Luckily, though a bit inconveniently, Clark's phone went off. Bruce glared at him and he smiled back apologetically before he answered the call.
"Clark Kent spe-"
"Oh, Smallville, great, I finally got a hold of you."
Clark's shoulders sagged a little, but his smile softened at the sound of Lois's voice – it was good to hear her it after a few days.
"Hello, Lois," he said, turning away from Bruce slightly. "It's nice to hear from you too."
"Welcome back…" she said in an uncharacteristically gentle voice before changing the subject. "Anyway, I took a chance calling you – how fast can you get your super-butt over here?"
Clark blinked, confused. "That depends, where are you talking about? The Planet?"
"Gotham City," she corrected.
"What?"
"Luthor's in town," she began, "Apparently, there's some big story behind why that is, and the Chief sent me to Gotham to find out what all the hubbub's about… and as it turns out, I need a wing-man."
"Where's Jimmy?"
"I don't drag him around everywhere with me you know, but… he's sick, food-poisoning. So, can I count on you to be my partner for the day?"
"Yes of course, actually, I'm already in Gotham. I'm with Bruce."
"Great! Bring him with you – the hotel Luthor's staying at won't just let any old riffraff in."
Clark eyed the scowling billionaire standing across from him. "Lois, I don't think that's a good idea…"
"Please, Clark? If you do that for me, the sooner I get this thing over with, and the sooner I get this thing over with, I'd be more than willing to give you the proper 'welcome back' you deserve when we get back home later…"
Clark coughed as his face flushed a pale pink. "…Which hotel are we talking about here, Lois?"
The satisfaction was clear in Lois's voice as she answered again. "There's this new high-end place downtown, The Heathcliff or something. I'll be outside, so you guys better not keep me waiting for too long."
She hung up right after that and Clark was left slightly dazed and wondered what he'd just gotten himself into… and yet, he was curious as well – it wasn't a state secret that Luthor generally disliked Gotham, so why he would go there willing was beyond him.
Pocketing his phone, Clark turned back to face Bruce who was still semi-glaring at him.
"Okay," he said very quickly, "this might not be what you want to hear right now, but I need a favour."
Meanwhile…
Somewhere in the Caribbean
Shayera couldn't help but stretch out as she laid with her back against a wooden recliner, letting out a contented sigh as she closed her eyes and turned her face towards the sun, eyes closed as she listened to the sound of the waves.
"You know what? I could seriously get used to this…" she all but purred, much to her companion's displeasure.
Sitting next to her, considerably more rigid that the lounging Thanagarian, Diana frowned. "Shayera, I don't think we should be doing this…"
"You worry too much, Di."
"This is unprofessional."
"Hey, they offered to treat us a lifetime of free margaritas, so I merely took them up on it now – what kind of heroes would we be if we turned down such a fantastic offer? We did save their resort from a giant sea-monster."
Diana's brows puckered. "We're supposed to be going back."
Cracking open a single green eye, Shayera tilted her head sideways a little. "Why? It's been so quite lately, and even if that wasn't the case, if there was an emergency the League would have contacted us already. Do you need to be somewhere?"
Yes… Leslie had contacted her earlier that morning, apparently wanting to see her again at four – it was almost time to go. Diana looked away. "I just feel uncomfortable." She lied.
Shayera scoffed before reluctantly sitting up, looking over the Amazon, scrutinizing her.
"What is up with you recently? It's just a couple of drinks, lighten up already! You've just been ordering water the whole time anyway, and it's not like we're asking for money or anything." She said before her face darkened. "Does Bruce have something to do with this?"
Diana's fists clenched but didn't give her an answer, but of course, when she failed to respond, Shayera made her own conclusions.
"I knew it! Honestly, I'm going to give that man a piece of my mind – just because you're engaged doesn't mean he can control you, and-"
"That's enough, Shayera!" Diana said angrily, glaring at the Thanagarian. "For your information, Bruce has nothing to do with this, nor has he never asked anything of me, not now, not since the day we met. And I promise, if I hear that you have criticized him or threaten him in any way one more time, you will have me to answer to – am I understood?"
Shayera's eyes widened as a look of utter bewilderment crossed over her face. "What the hell? I'm trying to look out for you, Diana!"
"As much as I appreciate your concern, I never asked anything from you either."
"You didn't have to!" she said, crossing her arms over her chest. "Don't tell me you forgot what happened last week."
"Shayera…" Diana warned.
Shayera snorted and glared back. "Come off it, Princess. You know exactly what I'm talking about – don't you remember how you cried your eyes out when you thought he left you? You told me that you never felt the way you did before, and it's all because of him!"
"And I told you now that was a misunderstanding!"
"And I'm telling you that's total and utter crap!"
Diana's eyes sparked dangerously. "How dare you…"
Shayera smirked humourlessly. "Oh, I dare."
Just then, before the fuming heroines could shout at each other some more, two well-dressed men in white linen staff shirts and sandals came over, both of them carrying trays with them.
"Ladies?" one of them asked timidly, obviously sensing danger brewing.
Both women's heads shot in their direction. "What?!" the two of them snapped in unison, making the men flinch and pale at the intensity of their combined death-glares.
"I-I, I apologize for interrupting your conversation, but I have your margaritas." He said, flustered.
Shayera huffed and took the glass from him. "What took you…?" she grumbled ill-temperedly as Diana point-blank refused hers.
"A-again, I apologize," the man stuttered. "While you were here, my manager also wanted to know if you both would be interested in dining with us? We brought over a sample of today's catch and tonight's speciality."
"I really don't think we'll be stay-" Diana began.
"No, actually, why not?" Shayera interrupted, making the Amazon scowl at her again. She merely ignored her. "What's on the menu, boys?"
"Well," the other man said, opening the lid that covered a selection of sea life on ice, "the fish is superb, but if I could recommend anything, I'd go with the lobster."
Shayera nodded stiffly. "Do you hear that, Diana? Lob-" when she turned back to the Amazon, she blinked, "-ster… Huh? What's wrong with your face?"
At that moment, Diana looked positively green, her features twisted in repulsion at the scent of the raw fish.
"I think I'm going to be sick…" she said quite abruptly before standing up and flying away, leaving a bemused Shayera and the two confused men behind.
"What…? Diana!" Shayera called after her.
When the she didn't respond, Shayera stood up and took Diana's untouched margarita, downing it much to the men's astonishment.
"Hold that thought about the lobster." She said offhandedly, her voice husky from the drink, and flew after the Amazon princess.
Shayera eventually tracked Diana down in the isolated stretch of jungle just outside of the resort's borders.
Diana was standing half hunched-over, holding onto a palm tree and shaking slightly, and looking like she was willing herself not to throw up.
"Diana…?" Shayera said quietly, subdued, slowly walking up behind her.
"That… smell," she said, her voice thick, "…was revolting."
"What…? You mean the fish?"
Diana held up her hand. "Please don't mention that." she groaned.
"What the hell is wrong with you…?" It wasn't derision, but genuine confusion. Now that she thought about it, she had been acting weirdly for a while…
Diana looked at her blearily. "You tell me, Shayera."
The redhead was stunned by this, but thought back – the sudden mood-swings, the crying, the increase in scene of smell, almost throwing up…
When it hit her, she facepalmed.
"Oh my god…" she muttered. "I am such an idiot."
Back in Gotham…
Clark felt both awkward and yet just slightly disappointed as he sat in the passenger seat of Bruce's new Mercedes Benz – awkward because Bruce hadn't said a word since leaving the Manor half an hour ago, and disappointed because, although the Mercedes was a very, very nice car – all sleek black paint with that new car smell and all - he hoping for… well, something a little more exotic.
You see, he secretly had a soft spot for fast cars (ignoring the fact that he could easily outrun one of them any day of the week) and as Bruce drove way past the recommended speed limit, Clark fidgeted slightly, looking at the Mercedes' beige interior with disinterest.
He then wondered idly if Bruce would allow him to take his Lamborghini out for a quick spin around the block later… but, as he eyed stony-faced billionaire next to him, Clark wisely decided against asking that. He was on thin ice as it was already…
When Bruce came to a grinding halt in front of a traffic light, Clark had to catch his glasses as they practically flew off his nose. He gave Bruce a despairingly look… which was promptly ignored.
"What is Luthor doing in the city anyway?" he asked suddenly, not looking at the Kryptonian.
"I don't know, but Perry sent Lois here to find out, so it must be important."
"And… she wants me to get her into his hotel so that she can interrogate him?"
"It's Lois, Bruce, if you won't, she'll find another way in."
The car was enveloped in silence after that, and not too long afterwards, they arrived in front of The Heathcliff.
But, neither of them got out of the car immediately.
"You know you're still not off the hook here, Clark." Bruce said quietly.
Clark smiled weakly. "I figured that much."
Bruce gave him a stern sideways glance before finally getting out. Clark sighed again and followed his lead.
Just as she said, Lois was waiting for the two of them just outside the building.
"Smallville!" she called, at his side quicker than he would have thought possible, her arms around his neck in the blink of an eye. She then gave him a swift yet passionate kiss and Clark couldn't help the goofy grin on his face when she pulled back.
Nearby, Bruce rolled his eyes and snorted as he locked his car. "Typical…"
Stepping back from her boyfriend, Lois stared at the billionaire like Clark did earlier. "Are you renovating something?" she asked, eyeing his feet. "And, seriously? Sandals, Bruce? You know this is a five-star hotel, right?"
"I told you they were a bad idea." Clark chimed in.
Bruce glared at the two of them in annoyance. "My fashion-sense isn't why I'm here right now, Lane."
"Ohh, so grouchy." Lois commented, not the least bit fazed by his attitude. "But, you're right, it's your money I'm after – now let's go!"
She then linked her arms through both men's and practically dragged them to the door… which in itself was a remarkable feat considering the men in question.
The doorman, a burly middle-aged gentleman with beady eyes and a thick neck, cocked an eyebrow when the three of them approached him. He looked at Lois and Clark sceptically before his eyes fell on Bruce, pausing for a few moments to register the billionaire's attire before opening the door.
When they were through, Lois looked over her shoulder and smirked. "Okay, now that we're past Mr Muscle-head, let's get down to business. I did my homework and Luthor is on the twenty-fourth floor."
"Do you want to come with us, Bruce?" Clark asked.
Bruce snorted. "Why would I want to do that? I'll be waiting for you two in the bar."
"I thought you didn't drink?" Clark asked, surprised.
"I'm reconsidering it." The billionaire said matter-of-factly before stalking off to the bar and restaurant area of the hotel.
Lois huffed. "He'll be fine, Clark, let him brood. But, c'mon, let's roll." She said as she walked over to the elevators.
Looking back momentarily, Clark then followed after her.
With Shayera and Diana…
The two female heroes were sitting outside at a nearby café, Shayera watching as Diana downed a bottle of water.
Frowning, the redheaded Thanagarian sat back in her seat, ignoring the looks of passersby at the sight of them.
"So… how long have you… you know, known?" she asked, oddly hesitant.
Setting the bottle down, Diana shook her head and sighed. "Two weeks ago."
"Does Bruce…?"
Diana nodded. "He found out with me."
"And… how did he take it?"
"At first, he was understandably shocked, as I was."
"Is that why you thought he left you?"
"Yes."
"And now?"
Diana smiled slightly. "He's still a little evasive about the whole thing… but, oddly, I think he wants this."
"What about you?" Shayera asked carefully.
Diana blinked, surprised. "I… I suppose for the most part I'm still in shock. Happy, but in shock." She admitted, looking down at her stomach with a thoughtful expression. "I've always seen myself as a warrior, Shayera – on the battlefield I can trust myself, let my instincts guide me where they may, but in this case, the idea of being a mother… I'm not quite sure what to expect."
Shayera surprised her further by reaching over the table and gently laying her hands over hers.
"Di, you're preaching to the choir here." she said, smiling slightly. "I didn't know what to expect either, and look at me now – and you know what? I still don't know what I'm doing sometimes."
"But I've seen how you are around Rex. You make it look like it all comes so naturally." Diana said wistfully.
"A lot of people say it does, and I agree with them. Look… the big thing is just to take everyday as it comes." She said and withdrew her hands. "But anyway… moving on, have you found out if it's a 'he' or a 'she' yet?"
Diana shook her head and laughed lightly. "I think it's far too early for that yet. But, as it turns out, I do have another appointment."
"Really? When?"
"Today."
Shayera's eyes widened. "Oh… When do you need to be there?"
"Now. I'm actually running a little late."
"Crap… well, don't let me keep you from that."
"Not at all." Diana smiled. "But, now that you mention it, would you want to come with me?"
The Heathcliff…
When they finally got out of the elevator on the twenty-fourth floor, Clark followed after Lois as she headed down the hall.
"Do you know in which room he's staying?" he asked as she scanned the numbers against the doors.
"My source didn't mention that," she admitted, before she spotted a man in a crisp white suit and sunglasses standing outside of one of the doors. "…And something tells me he didn't have to either."
"Well, that's subtle." Clark commented.
"I know, right?" Lois grinned.
As she approached him, the man barely paid her any attention, and with the poise of a statue barely stirred when Lois came up right in front of him, wearing her most charming smile.
"Hi there, I'm Lois Lane from the Daily Planet? You've probably heard of me already, but quick question, your boss wouldn't happen to be here right now, would he? What am I talking about, of course he's here, why else would you be, right? Right…"
When the man didn't react, Lois puffed her chest out a little but was otherwise unperturbed.
"Look, I make a point of knowing about pretty much everything Lex Luthor does professionally – I just want to him for like five minutes."
And yet still, there was no response from the man. At that point, Lois started grinding her teeth together.
"Hello?" she said, snapping her fingers in front of his face.
Clark gently put his hand on her shoulder. "Lois, that's enough."
She half-scowled, but, just then, there was another voice.
"Oh, hell no."
Lois's head snapped in the direction of the voice. "You have got to be kidding me."
A curvy, admittedly attractive redheaded woman was marching up to them with her shoulder squared and her eyes narrowed.
"Vicki Vale," Lois said through clenched teeth. "Why am I not surprised?"
"What are you doing here, Lane?" Vicki snapped, flicking a strand of hair over her shoulder and glaring at Lois. "Gotham City is my territory."
Lois scoffed. "What are we, animals? And besides, even if I didn't considered the Gazette anything other than a sleazy gossip rag – which, I do, by the way – for your information, Luthor's my story."
"Oh please, honey, your speciality is falling off of buildings and writing fluff-pieces on a man with the style of a circus performer.
Clark had to stop himself from looking insulted and could practically see the storm clouds gather over Lois's head. Vicki, sensing she had struck a nerve, smirked and put one hand on her hip. "Besides, I couldn't possibly leave this kind of story in the hands of some amateur."
"Amateur!?" Lois said indignantly.
"Do I need to spell it out for you?" Vicki sneered.
The storm broke and Clark had to grab Lois by the shoulder s to keep her from decking the redhead. "Down girl," he said anxiously, his grip firm but gentle.
"Let me at her, Smallville! Let me at her!" Lois snarled, struggling against his hold.
"I'd listen to your lapdog, Lane, you could get more lines on your forehead if you scowl like that."
Clark frowned and looked at Vicky sharply. "Miss Vale, I would appreciate it if you could stop trying to rile up my girlfriend. This really isn't professional behaviour."
Vicki's smirk faded a little and she arched her thin brow at him. "Well our sort of profession doesn't call for too much common curtsy, it's about finding the truth and voicing your opinion. If your girlfriend can't take a few barbs aimed at her, she should really consider getting another job." She said matter-of-factly before briskly walking past the two of them and right up to the man.
"Look, I don't know if it was you I talked to earlier, but I have an appointment."
"You what?" Lois said absurdly.
Strangely, the man didn't reply, or even move. Now that Clark thought about it, he hadn't said or done a thing the entire time.
"Are you deaf?" Vicki said impatiently.
Quickly looking at the man over the rims of his glasses with his X-ray vision, Clark's breath caught in his throat.
"He… his heart, it isn't beating." He whispered to Lois.
Her eyes widened as she turned her head and stared at him. "What do you mean?"
Just then, Vicki reached up and waved her hand in front of the man's face. But, when he failed to even move, she slowly reached up and removed his sunglasses, revealing a pair of wide open, very glassy eyes.
Vicki gasped loudly and let the glasses drop to the floor as she backed away. "He… he's…"
And, on cue, the man fell forward, facedown at her feet, three large, bloodstained stab wounds on the back of his suit.
Lois stepped back against Clark's chest as she stared at the body. "Holy crap…"
Clark, however, as callous as it may have sounded, didn't pay the body too much attention as he picked up on something else – a low electrical hum on the other side of the door. When he looked through it, he froze before suddenly grabbing both women around the waist. Their protests were cut short when he yanked them away and hit the deck just as a hole was blown straight through the wall.
Both Lois and Vicki were protected from the blast but were shocked and confused when the hallways was suddenly filled with dust and smoke. Letting them go, when Clark got up relatively unscathed to see what was the cause of it all, he was surprised when he saw a woman with a blaster for a hand standing in the hole, most of her clothes were torn and her hair a mess.
When she saw Clark, she aimed her blaster-hand straight at his heart, not saying a word with an emotionless look on her face.
She was some kind of robot, Clark realized, and not just any robot, it was Mercy, Lex Luthor's persona android bodyguard, and standing right behind her, suit remarkably still intact, was Lex Luthor himself.
"Stand down." He said firmly as he walked out of the room through the hole like there was nothing to it.
Clark could only stare.
"Mister Kent, what a surprise to see you here." Luthor said much too casually under the circumstances before spotting Lois and Vicki getting up shakily. "And Miss Lane, I thought I heard your voice."
"What just happened…?" Vicki asked, rubbing her head.
"Ah, well, about that, I was just leaving." Luthor said matter-of-factly.
"Wait, we can't, I still need a story!" Lois interjected.
"Miss Lane, as much as I admire and pity your inquisitiveness, now is clearly not the time. If you have any questions, go talk to my secretary in Metropolis later on and we'll make an appointment then. But, for now, I really have to go."
"What about him?" Clark asked, looking at the body of the dead man.
"Unless you want to end up like Mister Smith, I would suggest you either come with me or leave in the same way you came from… or stay right here, your choice." Luthor said callously, marching on with Mercy on his heel, weapon held at the ready.
The guests in the other rooms were all starting to come out, some frantic when they saw the scene beyond their doors. Vicki didn't hesitate before following after him. Lois however did as she turned to Clark.
"Clark…" she said seriously.
"Go with them, I have to call Bruce about this. I'll come after you when I'm done."
"What about Luthor?"
"Right now, it looks like he's running away from something or someone, so, technically, I wouldn't be doing my job if I don't find out why that is and keep an eye over him."
Lois looked at him strangely. "You're a funny guy, Smallville…"
Clark smiled a little. "Tell me about it."
"We're a thousand miles from comfort, we have travelled land and sea –
But as long as you are with me, there's no place I'd rather be.
I would wait forever, exulted in the seam –
As long as I am with you, my heart continues to beat."
"We staked out on a mission to find our inner peace -
Make it everlasting so nothing is incomplete.
It's easy being with you, sacred simplicity –
As long as we're together, there's no place I'd rather be."
- Clean Bandit feat. Jesse Glynne, 'Rather Be' Lyrics
"When you live in a city with no stars to wish on, you have to wish on each other."
― Francesca Lia Block, Love Magick
A/N: Part Two will be up in a bit – like, seriously, I'm typing as we speak, this was just to reassure all of you I'm not giving up on this story (nor any of my other). It's just been pretty hectic this last month - good news, I got my drivers licence, bad news, I got robbed (they stole my goddamned PS3 and mini-fridge! I mean, honestly!).
Anyway, sorry for sounding so prissy the last chapter, I'm all into getting this story done! I've worked out a few kinks and done some planning, and the Bachelorette Party will happen in about more or less three or four chapters – and not to long after that, what you all have probably been waiting for, the Bachelor party! Yayness!
In Response with the previous chapter's reviews:
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yob3: Don't worry, this might be a slight spoiler, but he will be considering running pretty far in the future… and maybe getting the tar get kicked out of him… soon.
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gonn: When I first started this story, I had a limited knowledge of Batman and the Justice League, and to be honest, some of the details and such didn't really dawn on me until I really started getting into comics, so, right now, I'm just going with the flow and seeing how everything turns out from here on out – oh, and thank you so much for reading!
thedwo: Yeah… about that, the name just sounded catchy to me when I came up with it – but watch out for the next chapter after this… it's gonna be a blast, promise. And as for Batman and Robin… yes, you have a fair point, but say what you will, that Bruce, though angsty as hell, he's kind of fun… my opinion.
aslongaswe'retogetherPA: True that – all hail the awesome that is Alfred the Butler! Huzah!
Wonderbat Erin: Who? Me? Make Superman sound gay? … Well… maybe just a teeny tiny wee bit – but don't get me wrong, I love Supes to bits! Besides, in all my stories, I try to portray all the characters a little lighter than they actually are, and since Superman is such a nice guy… I kind of go a little overboard with him.
orccio (guest): lol, okay then, here it is.
guest: I should, I feel terrible, but I assure you I am going to try and update as regularly as time allows me
Phew! Lots of reviews… you guys are AWESOME!
Lots to do – I've still got four other stories to update! Stay tuned, and check them out if you'd like to read more of my stuff.
Until Next Time,
GoddessofDawn out! Peace!