Treat

Batman clenched his jaw like a steel trap suddenly being sprung, his gauntleted fingers curling into his palms. He swore the entire Watchtower was vibrating to the beat of the music that was playing. He couldn't hear the music, but he could feel the base pounding in his chest. He swore the entire Watchtower was going to start fracturing at the seams at any moment.

He was doing his best to update and file his mission reports despite the annoying interference. Between Gotham and the League, he'd been too busy to file them lately. Unfortunately, the only spare time that he had was during Flash's Halloween bash. He had refused to attend the scarlet speedster's costume party despite the fact he knew that a certain Amazon was attending.

She had been tormenting him for the last two weeks about the costume she had chosen to wear, teasing hm and dropping hints but never actually telling him what it was. He'd been trying not to think about it, but it had been more than difficult.

It was becoming harder and harder to ignore her or the way that she made him feel, but he had to stay strong in the face of the Amazon warrior. He couldn't give in to temptation…even if she was gorgeous with deadly curves, flowing raven hair and killer legs that seemed to go on for miles.

He cursed under his breath as he shook his head to snap himself out of his salacious thoughts. He had work to do, a city to protect, a promise to keep his parents, an Amazon to ravage senseless…

With another growl, Batman grabbed his cup of coffee, downing the last of it to find it stone cold. This was just not his night. He needed to finish his reports so he could get out of here and return to Gotham. The villains would be out in full force tonight and he needed to get an early jump on it.

He glanced at the time at the bottom right of the computer screen. Five forty-six. Great. Definitely too early to start patrol. He'd just end up terrifying all the trick-or-treaters. Having crying children walking from door to door with wet pants would only lead to furious parents and even more hatred for the Dark Knight of Gotham.

Batman's head snapped up when he heard a subtle chuckle coming from the Martian Manhunter who was on monitor duty. "Something I can help you with, J'onn?" he rasped.

"No, but it seems you could use some help, my friend," J'onn replied with turning around.

"I'm fine," he stated, turning his attention to his next mission report to find it was one that he and Diana had taken care of together. Just great.

"I would have to disagree," he evenly said. "It would seem you are struggling with what to do about a certain female colleague."

"There's nothing to do, J'onn," Batman bit out.

"If you say so," the Martian Manhunter responded with a hint of amusement in his voice.

Batman let the comment go. He just wanted to get his work done so he could get out of here. He knew Clark had scheduled the Founders' meeting for this afternoon in an effort to get him to stay for the party, but it wasn't going to work. No one could force him to go to this stupid party.

He huffed in annoyance as he reviewed Diana's portion of the mission report, noting a couple discrepancies between his and her report. He knew he couldn't sign off on hers or his own until they cleared up the details. He was going to have to review the mission with her to see why they were differing in their account of events.

Unfortunately, that meant going to Flash's party in the commissary to see her.

With a sneer on his lips, Batman stood up from his chair and exited the Monitor Womb with his cape snapping behind him like a black sail, ignoring the faint chuckle coming from the other occupant in the room. He stalked through the empty halls of the Watchtower, his annoyance mounting with every step he took as he drew closer to his intended destination.

Passing through the doors of the commissary, he was instantly assaulted with loud music and absolute chaos. Leaguers were dressed up in every costume imaginable, laughing and drinking and dancing. Flash was wearing a cave man costume over his red uniform, carrying a club and hitting on every breathing female Leaguer. Teammates danced with one another, the flowing alcohol loosening in and all inhibitions as some got cozy in darker corners.

He spotted Superman dressed as a cowboy talking to Vigilante who was wearing a horse costume. John Stewart was dressed in his Marine uniform as he talked intimately with Mari who was dressed as Leia from Star Wars Return of the Jedi.

Shaking his head in utter irritation, Batman glanced to his left, immediately spotting the very woman that he'd been looking for. He felt his knees weaken with the image of her in a sexy version of a Batwoman costume, a version that he'd never seen before.

She was wearing a black leather mini-skirt with thigh high spike-heeled black boots, her cape flowing down her back. She had her raven hair pulled back in a high ponytail, a headband that had Bat ears on it to complete her look…and complete her look it did...in a very erotic way that had his head spinning.

Seeing her ignited his already simmering desire for her, but the way Long Shadow was looking at her ignited a jealous fire in his belly. He stalked straight towards them, his white lenses dangerous slits as he leveled a fierce Batglare on the former Ultimen.

Diana looked up as Batman approached, her face instantly brightening at the sight of him. "Batman, you came," she excitedly greeted him.

Long Shadow's smile wilted under the forbidding scowl of Gotham's vigilante. "Uh…hi, Batman," he said, growing nervous with his appearance.

"Princess," Batman rasped darkly, ignoring Long Shadow. "May I speak with you?"

Diana frowned, handing Long Shadow her cup of punch. "Excuse me, Long Shadow," she said. "I'll be right back."

Batman turned on his heel, Diana following close behind as he led her to a somewhat quiet corner of the commissary. "What's wrong with you?" she demanded to know, her hands finding her hips and causing her cape to flare out in a dramatic fashion. It was the perfect impression of himself. "You were very rude to Long Shadow. You should go apologize to him."

"I need to talk to you," he bluntly stated, standing toe to toe with her in order to be heard over the music and laughter.

Diana's brow furrowed as she studied him closely, growing worried. "What is it?"

"There are some discrepancies in one of your mission reports," he told her, his voice all business. "We need to get it straightened out before I can sign off on it."

She stared at him in stunned disbelief, trying to decide if she'd heard him correctly. "You're joking, right?"

"No, I never joke," he flatly stated, crossing his arms over his chest. "I want you to come with me to review the report."

"You picked now of all times to come talk to me about a stupid mission report?" she nearly yelled, incredulous. It was at that moment that realization dawned on her, her lips curving into a wicked smile. "Unless you're using it as an excuse to come here and see me in my costume."

Batman stiffened with her supposition, quickly dismissing it as nothing but ludicrous. "I couldn't care less what you're wearing, princess."

Her smile only seemed to grow even more mischievous as she leaned in a little closer, allowing her proximity to hopefully influence him and sway him towards her. "Really, Bruce?" she purred in a sultry tone that sent a shiver up his spine. "You seem a little more tense than usual. Could it be that you might actually like my costume?"

"I'm tense because Flash is having a party on my Watchtower," he growled. "The music is too loud and there wasn't supposed to be any alcohol here."

"Maybe this would be a good chance for you to loosen up a little and have some fun…with me," she suggested, her fingers lightly trailing down the length of his exposed jaw and chin.

"Is this a trick?" he flirted, immediately regretting his words.

"Oh, I promise it will be a real treat," she promised him, her mouth dangerously close to his.

He could feel her warm breath fanning his face, his own breathing growing a little more exerted as his gaze fell to her red lips. He ached so badly to kiss those lips, to remove that racy costume piece…by sexy piece…and then…

"Bats!" Flash cried, abruptly appearing right between the two and forcing them apart. "I didn't think you were going to come to my party. Your costume isn't very creative you know."

"I was just leaving," Batman stated, glancing at Diana, noticing her disappointed expression before turning and leaving. "Later, princess."

"He's the most anti-social person I have ever met," Flash told her, giving Diana a devilish grin. "Makes me that much more determined to crack that little Bat shell of his."

Diana shook her head with a frustrated sigh, doing her best to tuck away her disappointment. She wasn't going to let Batman's dismissal of her ruin her fun tonight. She came here to have fun and that's exactly what she was going to do.

"Hey, Diana, do you want to dance?" Long Shadow asked.

"I'd love to," she decided.

XXX

Entering her code, Diana entered her quarters, pulling her hair out of the ponytail she'd had it in and allowing her hair to tumble free down her back. It had been a fun party despite Batman's obnoxious appearance. She wasn't about to let him ruin her good mood despite the fact she still wanted to beat his face in.

She reached for the Bat headband, a familiar baritone voice filling her quarters.

"Leave it on, princess."

The corners of her lips twitched in amusement, a shiver lancing through her as he stepped out of the dark shadows of her quarters. "What are you doing here, Bruce?" she asked.

Pulling his cowl off, Batman closed the distance between them, determination in his every step as he stared her down like a predator would its prey. He stopped right in front of her, his arms snaking around her and pulling her hard against his body. His lips lightly grazed hers, teasing her with what they both wanted so desperately.

He pulled back slightly, a smirk gracing his face. "I came for my treat."