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Road Trip	By : Kip Category: DC Verse Cartoons > Justice League Views: 4334 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Advanced warning: for those of you who don't like M/M slash, threesomes, or who believe that the characterisations established in the TV series/Comic books shouldn't be messed with – don't bother to read on… this really won't be your thing at all…
Synopsis: a smattering of light-hearted whimsical humour/fun based loosely on the Batman/Superman characters as seen in the Justice League animated TV series, with the addition of an amount of rather adult content.
Please note: as things stand at the moment this is a stand-alone piece and is NOT intended to tie in with any other of my other fics, so don't expect any consistency. If you find some, then consider it a bonus!
The story is in this section as I wrote it with the Justice League characterisations in mind (i.e. both heroes are adult, and there are some references to events in series episodes), but it could just as easily fit under 'Batman' stories... Apologies to anyone who is expecting the rest of the League somewhere along the line - it isn't going to happen in this one.
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"Aaahhh," Batman sank into the yielding comfort of the padded couch with a sigh of pure relief. "I don't mind admitting that I, for one, am unbelievably glad that today's finally over!"
At the other end of the large couch the only other occupant of the room opened one eye and nodded. "It was touch and go at times," Superman agreed, not bothering to summon the effort to do more than glance toward his colleague.
"I started to wonder if we were really going to be able to hold it together at the end?" The baritone growl of the Bat rumbled easily through the post-battle quiet. "But you came through for us, as always, Kal. That last push was timed perfectly."
"Thanks." The same hand that had ripped open three inches of cold steel like tinfoil only a short while earlier, twitched in a short wave of appreciation, "Coming from you that really means something."
"It's no more than the truth." Batman wearily dragged off one glove and then the other. "Just giving credit where it's due."
"It wasn't a solo effort. Everyone did their part." The unexpected praise seemed to have made Superman self-conscious. "I just happened to be in the right place at the right time."
"Kal?" By now Batman had noticed the faint redness on his friend's face, and of course, he couldn't resist exploiting the opportunity. "Are you blushing, buddy?"
"Blushing? Uh …"
"You are!" Bruce stared openly, delighting in the effect it had on his huge friend. "I don't think I've ever seen anyone go that color! Do you know what? I reckon it perfectly matches the cape!" As it was just the two of them, he pressed his luck a little further. "How can anyone who spends so much time voluntarily squeezed into flush fitting spandex still blush like that?" He enquired merrily.
"That's rich, coming from a man who hides nearly every inch of his body under black rubber." Came the sarcastic, if very faintly embarrassed, retort.
"So?" Batman raised an eyebrow at Superman, practically daring him to complete the comment. "Was there a point in there? Something you felt you absolutely HAD to say?" He knew he was teasing the Big Blue Boy Scout, but felt absolutely no remorse at doing so: that last comment had gotten a bit cheeky… Rubber indeed! That made his beloved armour sound like a condom!
"I mean - you know what people say about people who wear skintight black gear…" Superman faded off, as if finally remembering exactly whom he was talking to.
"No, I don't think anyone's ever mentioned it," Batman pinned his colleague with a gimlet glare. "Why don't YOU tell me?"
"Uhm, nothing…" A heavily muscled blue-clad arm waved hastily. "Forget I mentioned it at all."
"Of course." Bruce squinted along the line of the cushions, his grin of triumph carefully hidden. After a few minutes he decided to let the other man off the hook. "Do you know what I've always admired about you, Kal?"
"No," A skeptical eyebrow rose gracefully. "Assuming you actually mean one syllable of that." Superman sighed heartily, "Okay, I'll bite. What?"
"How you can say such utter kak and make it sound so perfectly convincing." Sitting up a little, the Dark Knight toed off one boot with a grunt of effort and dropped it beside his discarded gloves. Getting out of it again was an occupational hazard that went with very snug fitting gear, and the Kevlar mix was particularly reluctant to let go; even dusted with talcum first.
"If I came out with some of the baloney you trotted out this afternoon, people would assume I was either on drugs or being bitingly sarcastic." Bruce announced to his comrade. "But somehow when you say those things, everyone automatically accepts it at face value." Finally the other boot grudgingly loosened and then slid off. Nudging them aside, Bruce stretched out, wriggling his toes and luxuriating in the sensation. "It's as if they actually think you can't help but tell the plain unvarnished truth, all the time. Hell, you even convince me sometimes, and I KNOW you."
Turning to him, Kal shrugged loosely. "What can I say? It's a gift…"
"Nothing to do with favouring primary colours then?" Despite his best efforts the edge of Bruce's mouth began to twitch up into the faintest hint of a grin.
"Not at all." Kal grinned back.
"Says you."
"Yep." The cowlick curl was back in full force, overcoming the Kryptonian's ongoing attempts to tame it. "Comes from having had a wholesome country upbringing," Kal added wryly.
"Thought there had to be some reason." Relaxing, Bruce slipped off the cape and tossed it to one side. "I'm a city boy myself, but you knew that."
"I could always change my mind and decide I don’t like you all that much?" Kal's mellow rumble vibrated through the frame of the sofa.
"Nah, you wouldn't do that." Batman played his trump card. "After all, you're Superman, Big Blue Boy Scout and all round nice guy…"
"Piss-taker." Came the easy reply.
"Farm boy." Even if it was a little lame, Bruce wasn’t about to lose without at least a token volley.
"Bat."
"Yep."
For a moment the two costumed heroes simply lay back and laughed. It really HAD been a hellish day…
"So what are you going to do with the next few days, since we seem to be alive and relatively intact for once?" Bruce wondered.
"Don't know." The Kryptonian shrugged massive shoulders indifferently. "Hadn't thought much beyond getting everyone through today really."
"Fancy a few days vacation? From everything, I mean?" Bruce suggested. "I'm due at least a week's R&R."
Kal sat up straight. "Now I know something's wrong!"
"Wrong?" Just for a second, Bruce wondered if Kal might actually MEAN that?
"You just suggested taking time off!" The familiar alien eyes focused on him so completely that Bruce felt just the tiniest flutter somewhere deep in his gut. Not that he would even have admitted it, even under torture. He relaxed again. Nope – just Kal's weird sense of humour.
"Who are you and what have you done with the real Batman?" The tiniest hint of a smile twitched at the edge of that perfect mouth.
"Would it help convince you if I offered you a free kryptonite enema?" Practice helped Bruce to keep his voice perfectly level.
"Panic over." The other hero grinned. "You're the real deal, no one else would make that sort of suggestion…"
"I should damn well hope not."
While the decision to go on vacation had been almost-instant, actually getting away was proving far harder to achieve. Granted, Bruce's interpretation of 'early start' turned out to be absolutely nothing like his farm-raised friend's, but very shortly it became his turn to do the waiting...
"Sorry," Kal apologized, tugging his new clothes into place. "It took a while for them to find something that fit right… I'm still not sure about the pants though."
"Don't worry about it." Bruce answered, finding that the sight of Kal standing only a few feet away and wrapped in skin-tight black leather biking gear was more than enough compensation for having to hang around for the big guy to get properly outfitted. Bruce had been waiting for years for the opportunity to wean Kal away from plaid and denim, he wasn’t about to quibble about an extra quarter-hour or so. "The pants are fine."
When did I start thinking about Kal like that? A thrill of excitement coursed through him. Even his inner Bat couldn't deny the beauty of the muscular body only a few short paces away, currently fixing him with those guileless eyes.
He's looking right at you! Stop staring! You'll start drooling, or worse!
"They're a bit, uhm, tight…" Kal worried.
Bruce snorted. "They're supposed to be a snug fit. Reduces wind resistance. Next thing you'll be asking me if they make your butt look big." He thought that through a bit further and factored in Kal's personality. "And before you even start to ask – the answer to that one is 'know'."
Predictably, Kal now looked confused. "No?"
"K.N.O.W." Bruce clarified, spelling it out carefully. "As in 'I DON'T…' - because I'm not going to play look-see."
"Ah. Because we're guys, and guys don't do that sort of thing?" Kal hazarded a guess.
"Right, and besides," Bruce leaned in closer and lowered his voice to a more private level, trusting his companion's better-than-human hearing would pick up every syllable anyway. "We should both be used to tight clothing by now," He grinned as a sudden thought struck him. "At least being invulnerable you don't have to worry about anything delicate getting chafed while you get those properly worn in…"
"Chafed?" Kal blinked wide eyes at the concept. "Oh, well … no, uh, I won't …"
"Then cheer up. Try and enjoy a new experience." Bruce told him, "We're on vacation, remember?"
"I meant to ask you about that. Where exactly is it we're going?" Kal asked, recovering his composure and cocking his head slightly to one side as he always did when waiting for Bruce to share something with him. "Or is it a secret?" Sunlight gleamed from his blue-black hair and danced in his turquoise eyes.
"Bruce?
"Oh," Bruce tore himself out of his growing trance. "No, it's not secret. I thought we'd roll down the coast road for a few hours and take over one of the holiday cottages I bought last year."
"One of them?"
"There's a two bedroom cottage on the cliff tops in Walkers Bay. It's one of those sleepy little places in the middle of nowhere."
Kal grinned. "YOU actually bought a holiday cottage? Why?"
"You sound surprised?" As they talked, Bruce checked that everything was fastened away properly inside the storage compartments on his customized bike. There were a few things tucked away in there that he really didn't want to lose, things that could never go on an insurance claim form...
"You never take vacations." The other man pointed out reasonably. "So why would you need a holiday cottage?"
"True. However, I find it healthier to remain unpredictable. Besides," Bruce continued. "The cottages were only one small part of a rather tempting investment package. There are seven of them in total, but the others are all situated much further along the coast, too far from Gotham to be practical for a short incognito visit." He shrugged. "I thought it would be relaxing to just jump on a bike and go? Drop off the public radar for a week or so?"
"Surely you can't be bored with being Bruce Wayne, Billionaire Playboy?" His companion wondered innocently.
"Bored?" Bruce hadn't thought of it that way. "No. I'm more tired than anything." He said thoughtfully. "I just fancied seeing if I could live a little more low-key? Be a bit more normal - just for a week or so." It occurred to him that he was automatically taking control - again. If he kept this up, even the usually oblivious Kal would begin to realize how much of a control freak Bruce really was.
Of course you're assuming that he doesn't already… After all, he's Super not stupid…
"Unless there's anything you'd rather do?" Bruce suddenly thought to ask his over-large friend. Was he misinterpreting this or had Kal started looking at him rather strangely? Subtly Bruce checked himself over, but everything seemed to be properly fastened.
So why's he looking at me like that?
"Uhm, I … can't think of anything right now." Kal said slowly.
The momentary hesitation would have been blatantly obvious to anyone, even someone who hadn't spent as much time working with this man as Bruce had. It didn’t take a person with Bruce's well-honed detective skills to see that something was bothering the big guy. He decided that the easiest way to find out was simply to ask. "What's up, Kal?"
"You really think that spending time with me would be normal?" Came the guarded response.
No matter which angle he approached that idea from Bruce couldn't see what Kal was getting at.
Surely he isn't trying to drop a subtle hint that he's not happy with it being just the two of us for this trip? In which case why would Kal even have agreed to come in the first place?
"Isn't it?" Bruce pretended ignorance, knowing it would draw his far-too-honest friend into airing exactly what was on his mind.
Sure enough, after only a few seconds, Kal gave him a sidelong glance. "I mean, spending your free time with an alien isn't exactly what regular folks do, is it?" He worried quietly.
Bruce heaved an inner sigh of relief. Only Kal's natural insecurity surfacing for a moment. Nothing to fret about. For a moment he had been worried that Kal might suspect that he… But no, the big guy was as oblivious as ever. Thank goodness…
It occurred to Bruce that, given that the two of them were going to be stuck together in a small cottage for a week, maybe this wasn't going to turn out to be one of his better ideas after all? He pondered it for a second and then decided that he wasn't going to waste time worrying.
"Kal, as far as I'm concerned, spending a little quiet time with a friend is just about as normal as it gets." Bruce glanced at his watch meaningfully. "Now, unless you really want to still be sitting here come midnight, we'd better get moving."
From the easy way that Kal smiled as he swung a well-shaped leg over the other bike, everything looked to be fine now. In fact, from Bruce's perspective, things were looking just about perfect…
tbc…
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