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The Picnic	By : Kip Category: DC Verse Cartoons > Justice League Views: 3798 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-The Picnic
- 1
In my mind these are the characters established in the Justice League cartoon series...
Have yourselves a merry little Christmas! And for those of us living in a cold climate, remember - it's only 6 months until NEXT summer (Maybe we'll even HAVE one this time around)! In the meantime, warm the cockles with a little Justice League fun. 'Purr
“No way!” John Stewart’s distinctive voice rang out above the sounds of the small crowd assembled on the private beach. “No freaking way!”
“What’s rattled his cage?” Loose and limber, enthroned in a massive deckchair, Oliver Queen craned his neck in a vain attempt to see what had their fellow hero in such an agitated state.
“A t-shirt.” Kal offered helpfully, closing his eyes and lounging back carefully into the comfort of his own deckchair.
“A t-shirt?” Oliver raised a sceptical brow, "Surely none of this crowd would be stupid enough to try and steal Lantern's tee? Would they?"
"Nope," Kal settled more comfortably, making the sand under the specially reinforced deckchair squeak.
“Why all the noise then?” Thoroughly disturbed now, the off-duty Archer was determined to get to the bottom of the mystery.
“A ‘Flash’ t-shirt? Olly, can you see John putting one of those on without a fuss?” Kal added.
“I’ve never known the man do ANYTHING without making a fuss about it.” Oliver admitted. “He even grumbles when he uses the rest room... talk about bad-tempered...”
“No, that’s piles,” Bruce Wayne chipped in from beside them, taking time off from being the Batman and currently feeling mellow enough to contribute a little mild sarcasm to the conversation.
The three friends shared a quiet chuckle.
“Have you seen these?” Dinah Lance sashayed over and parked herself neatly on Oliver’s lap. “J'Onn's bought one for everyone. What do you think, Olly?” She gestured at her generously contoured chest.
“Lovely.” Queen replied honestly. "I've always admired your assets."
“Not me, the t-shirt...” Dinah laughed, tweaking his nose.
“Oh... Well, that’s nice too...” Then he saw what she was talking about. “Wonder Woman? You have a Wonder Woman t-shirt?”
“Yes! Isn’t it cool?”
“I guess...” Olly shrugged. “But it kind of obstructs the view...”
“Dinah!” Diana Prince, strode over to the group, “I got your snowcone,” Handing over the frozen treat, the amazon grinned at Bruce. “Guys, do you like my t-shirt?” She asked.
Bruce squinted into the sun. “Is that...”
“It’s a Black Canary t-shirt!” Diana told him enthusiastically. “Don’t you love it?”
Was this some sort of conspiracy? Just for once Bruce decided to leave the detecting for others. “Where did you get it from?”
“I already told you earlier this morning - J’Onn bought them with him, he’s got dozens...” Diana smiled.
“Dozens?” Closing his eyes again, Bruce attempted to relax, or at least look as if he was just relaxing. Privately he suspected that it wouldn’t be long before he relaxed TOO much and dozed right off. The day was perfect for snoozing, neither too hot or too cool…
“Bruce!” Dick pounded over, bursting with all the youthful energy and enthusiasm that only someone just leaving their teens could manage. “You have to put this on!”
“Huh?” It was almost too much effort. Full of food, and finally sitting down after a packed morning of energetic games and beach sport in which he'd masterfully captained the winning team to victory, even if he did say so himself, Bruce decided to give in. “Okay.”
“Wow,” Dick sounded astonished.
“If this is what being out in the daylight does to you, Bruce, you should do it more often.” Dinah offered, from the relative safety of Olly's lap.
Hauling off his sports vest, Bruce tugged on the t-shirt without even looking at it. He trusted Dick to know what would happen if the joke was taken too far.
Bruce didn’t mind entering into the spirit of things a little – partly for the sake of team harmony, though mostly it was because he was simply feeling too lazy to care right now. If he couldn’t be himself in front of his friends, when could he? And he could always turn the tables and take the piss out of them later…
“Well,” Diana was first to say it. “It looks... really good on you.”
Fighting the urge to preen, Bruce contented himself with a small smile.
“Kal?” The distinctive tones of Lois Lane drifted across the quiet of the afternoon, “Honey, this is the only one left that’ll fit you.”
“Oh,” Kal sounded... amused. “Okay, seeing as everyone else is doing it.”
“You’re not a girly, are you?” Bruce asked, not bothering to open his eyes.
“Depends on how you define ‘girly’,” Kal answered.
With a cliff hanger like that, Bruce simply HAD to look. “Hey... That’s...”
The familiar bat logo spread snugly across Kal’s broad chest.
“Actually, it suits you.” Bruce admitted. “You ought to wear black more often.”
“You don’t look too shabby yourself,” Kal chuckled.
Glancing down, Bruce found himself sporting the familiar ‘S’ logo on a blue shirt. Well, he told himself, it could have been a lot worse... And if it HAD been pink, Dick would have ended up that way too… Teenage energy was no match for mature cunning. Not without a really good headstart anyway...
“How many of these things are there?” Now that he was upright again, Bruce was starting to take an interest in the proceedings. Where had Dick gotten to? He wanted to see what his protégé had ended up with…
“So far I’ve only seen one of each.” Dinah told them, a quick glance around proved the assessment to be accurate.
“I fetched along only one of each design.” A gravelly voice confirmed.
“J’Onn, what’s all this in aid of?” Kal asked, helpfully saving the rest of them the trouble.
“A cancer relief charity for children,” The Martian informed them. “People may give whatever they feel the shirts are worth – I will personally deliver the collection to the Charity Headquarters at the end of next week.”
“Hey, Bruce, I’m Aquaman!” Dick was back.
“Who’s got the Nightwing shirt then?” Lois asked the obvious question.
“Last time I looked, Kara and Dove were arguing over it.” Dick reported proudly.
“Kara?”
“There is no obligation for the male costumes to be worn only by males,” J’Onn advised them sombrely, “Although it may leave the smaller sizes unclaimed. My apologies, ladies, however the female gender do tend to be narrower across the shoulders...
Olly's comment about where the distaff side were larger was thankfully lost to posterity.
“Hi!” A rush of wind announced the arrival of the Flash, currently just being Wally. “Dick, which one do you think looks best? I can't decide…”
“Wal, you can't wear THAT!” Dick was appalled.
“Why not?" The redhead looked bemused. "It's loose, but it fits...”
“But it’s...” Tactfully Dick bit off the rest of the comment.
“It clashes horribly with your hair,” Dinah instantly sided with Dick. “Really, Wally, try the other one on.”
Slipping the Green Lantern t-shirt off, Wally hauled the Supergirl shirt on over his head and waited for the verdict. “Well?”
“Perfect!” Dick smirked.
Kara breezed over. “Wally! Ooh, that's SO sweet! And it looks good on you... What do you think, Kal?”
“I think that if I say the wrong thing I’m going to end up getting my nuts roasted.” Kal laughed. “Actually, it looks fine. Welcome to the family, Wal... Just don’t start wearing the matching skirt…”
Flushing as red as his hair, Wally sped off to return the vacant shirt to the pile.
“Whew!" Olly slumped back in the chair, "That was a near miss! Could you imagine John Stewart’s face if he saw Wally in that Lantern shirt?”
“Yes,” Kal said firmly, “And it wouldn’t be pretty.”
“Business as usual then?” Dinah smirked.
“You, are lucky that you’re female,” Bruce leaned over and poked her lightly in the arm, ignoring the glare from Olly at the blatant liberty.
“Why?” Dinah wanted to know.
“Because Lantern doesn’t blow up at girls,” Kara answered for them.
“Only because Shayera keeps that mace-thing handy,” Olly threw in, wrapping his arms around Dinah’s waist and tickling her.
“So, any comments about MY shirt?” Kal’s cousin asked, sporting Nightwing's distinctive pattern over her own equally memorable assets.
“Nope,” Kal held up both hands in surrender.
“Good boy,” Lois kissed him fondly on the ear, “You’re learning.”
“Do I get a treat?” Kal wanted to know.
“Do you deserve one?” His fiancée asked archly.
“You just said I was good,” The Kryptonian reminded her.
“I was humouring you.”
“Oh.” Kal's face was a picture.
“But if you keep on playing nicely, then we’ll see...” Lois teased.
“You really need stockings to go with that shirt,” Bruce offered idly, turning his attention to his own companion – and because watching Kal and Lois was just too tacky for words.
“I do?” Diana thought that over.
“Yes,” Bruce cast a critical glance at her, “You’ve got fabulous legs, but to get the proper effect you really ought to be wearing fishnets...”
“How come you don’t slap him for saying that?” Wally had returned, and heard. "For being a chauvinist or something?"
Diana grinned, “Because I can think of plenty of things to do with Bruce, and none of them include hitting him...”
“Spanking maybe?” Dick couldn’t resist.
“Dick!” There were some topics Bruce wasn’t going to allow in public, and that was one of them.
“Not into a bit of BDSM?” Olly queried, from behind the bulwark of his curvy blond girlfriend.
“We aren’t ALL kinky like you, Queen.” Bruce retorted smugly, making everyone laugh.
Olly only shrugged. “A bit of harmless fun never hurt anyone.” He grinned, "Thinking of which, c'mere gorgeous!" Consolidating his hold on his lady love, he indulged in his favourite pastime.
While Olly was occupied in a lip-lock with Dinah, Bruce sneaked the chance for a quick canoodle with his amazon princess.
"So, do you really fancy being spanked?" The soft voice breathing over his ear almost had him automatically acquiescing to whatever she wanted. Almost. Thankfully he wasn’t quite that far gone yet…
"Do you?" He murmured, nibbling enquiringly up along that tempting neck.
"Don’t know," She admitted. "I've never tried."
"Something to think about for later then?" Bruce grinned at the thought, realising that he was going to have to really work at avoiding serious bodily harm if they did it and Diana decided that she didn’t like it. Though maybe it might be more dangerous if she did? Especially for him.
Breaking for a moment, Bruce briefly wondered if there was something in the air over here? Were deckchairs known for their aphrodisiac qualities? Or was it the sunshine? Whatever the explanation, Kal and Lois were getting into the spirit of things too by the sounds coming from over to his right. A sideways glance confirmed his suspicions.
Any closer and she's going to be sharing that shirt with him… Idly Bruce pondered on how Diana would take to that sort of suggestion?
Probably steal the Superman shirt and expect me to wear the Black Canary version - and the fishnets too knowing her… nope, that doesn’t appeal… But the idea of Diana in stockings was really very inspiring, and so Bruce reached over and resumed kissing her fondly. Wasn’t it amazingly lucky that he and Diana seemed to be thinking along very similar lines today?
Must be all that healthy fresh air… Whoever said that earlier was absolutely right: we really should get out more often…
“Hey Dove, how come you’re wearing a plain white t-shirt?” Wally enquired, nibbling on what had to be his hundredth chicken drumstick, not that he was counting. Luckily no one else seemed to be either.
“That’s the question,” The other man replied.
“Yes, it’s..." Wally slowly caught on. Thankfully, since Dove didn’t work at Flash speed, the other man didn’t notice. "Oh, I see...”
“Good.” Dove grinned, "Nice shirt…" he added as he sauntered away.
"Mmm, thinking of which…" Now that he'd refuelled the inner man, Wally could think of at least one way to perfect the afternoon. Throwing the bone in the trash bag, he went scouting for Kara. With Lois keeping Kal happily occupied, Wally figured he might get in some romantic action, and without the danger of getting any of his bodily parts set alight by an 'accidental' blast of heat vision.
We should do this every year… Maybe we can get it adopted as an official League tradition?
Yes, that sounded like an excellent idea! Now, where was Kara?
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