Justice League Porn Story: The Enemy of My Enemy Chapter 7

The Enemy of My Enemy

By: Rachyzord

[ Rated PG for adult situations]

C H A P T E R . S EV E N

The three League members sat around the table looking grim.

I too am concerned about Diana. J’onn said.

Her behavior lately has been out of character to say the least. Superman nodded. I’ve tried talking with her but it doesn’t work.

So have I. Batman said evenly.

I sense great sadness within her though she hides it well. the Martian added.

Superman and Batman looked over at him.

She still performs her duties fine…I can’t even come up with an example where her behavior’s had a negative effect there…but I still think we should keep an eye on her and talk to her about this.

With that, Superman stood and used the computer to locate her. Simulation room again? He moved down to the lower levels and up into the viewing area and froze when he saw her grappling with his Lord’s doppleganger.

Diana traded blows with the Lord’s Superman, launching herself into the air. Just as her first would have connected with him, he disappeared and the grey walls of the simulation room appeared.

“Diana. Conference room. Now” came Clark’s voice.

“I’m in the middle of a training program.” she communicated back.

“Not anymore you aren’t” he said, disabling the computer.

She scowled and moved into the conference room. “That was uncalled for.”

“No, your attitude is uncalled for. Bruce has barely been on the Watchtower since his shift ended two days ago.”

“And?”

Clark drew his brows together. “He’s a valued member of the team and you haven’t tried anything to work it out with him.”

“I tried for four years to work it out with him. If you have a problem, take it up with him. Being gone for two days isn’t a rare occurrence for him. If he’s not bad in another two weeks, then we’ll get anxious.”

That was true. “He doesn’t even respond to his communicator. And, on a personal note, I have to say that I’m not a fan of your latest computer program.”

“Again, that’s not odd for him. Batman is an adult, he can make his own decisions for which I’m not responsible.” she refused to even use his name anymore. “I’m sorry that you don’t enjoy my program, but I do.” That was also true.

He sighed heavily and looked down at the table for a moment, and then back up at her. “Diana, you’ve lost your focus.”

“I perform as well as any on missions, as I’m required to do. What I do in my free time is my business, is it not?”

She did but it still wasn’t the point. “It is, but to be in constant battle with effigies of League members?”

“We all need outlets. This is mine.”

“By attacking people that are your friends?”

“The Justice Lords aren’t friends.”

Her logic was beginning to irritate them. “Then why did you choose the two you did?”

“They’re the largest challenges to me.”

“Be that as it may, I don’t like it. You’re attacking Bruce and I, in no uncertain terms.

“Are you restricting my simulation privileges?”

“I don’t want to, but you’re giving me no choice.”

She stood stiffly and stared at him.

“Until further notice, consider yourself on temporary leave” he said. “You need to get your head straight.”

With a nod, she turned and made her way back to her quarters. She could feel the tears prickling her eyes and shoved them back down. She hadn’t cried in her entire life and she wouldn’t start now. She couldn’t believe that he was taking away her one outlet she’d managed to carve for herself. The one place where she felt some iota of freedom and peace and being herself and just…letting go. And now it was gone. Along with all those hours she had worked on that program, which would doubtless be deleted.

She’d never felt so miserable in her life. Now she really did feel like a prisoner. She lay down on her bed and tossed and turned, finally falling asleep just as the morning meeting was being called.

Diana woke and showered, dressing casually again and teleporting off while the rest of the League was involved with the meeting. Why should she bother attending? She was suspended? Besides, she had lunch to go. The thought gave her a small smile. She made it to the cafe a little late.

Luthor put the paper down. “And I thought you weren’t going to show up.”

“Sorry, running late. Long night.”

He nodded and motioned to the seat across from him. “And here I thought you had gotten the information you wanted from me.”

“That’s not what I’m after.” she slipped into the booth, removing her sunglasses.

“Oh? And what exactly are you after?”

She’d contemplated that very question enough times, when she wasn’t busy fighting with both the real and fake Bruce. Or Clark. “I…don’t honestly know. I found you by accident the first time and wanted to make sure you weren’t doing anything illegal. Then we started talking and I found that I…enjoy your company.”

His eyes widened. “Now that is a surprise.”

“Why? You’re polite, intelligent, you don’t treat me like most of the men of this world.”

“But I’m on the other side as it were.”

“And it seems you’re the closest thing I have to a friend at the moment anyway.” she sighed.

“In our differences, we find similarities.”

“Where have I heard that before?” she ordered a decaf coffee. Caffeine was about the last thing she needed right now. She was already tense enough as it was. “So, have you compiled a list of questions?”

He nodded and pulled out a notecard.

“You can go first, since I was late.”

They began a questioning period, with Luthor mostly asking about her history. Why and when she came, how she was created, about her powers. Diana asked a few personal questions, touching on his marriages and Lena Luthor where the files had been incomplete.

She saw the body language and felt a bit guilty “You don’t have to answer.”

“No no, you asked.” He moved his food around on his plate. “She is… was, my daughter.”

“Oh…” Diana didn’t know what to say “I’m sorry. I didn’t know you had a child.”

He nodded. “Yes. She was taken by Brainiac.”

She nodded. Children had always been a soft spot for her. None existed on Themyscira and it had been one of the first things she’d noticed coming here.

“It was a dark period in my life.”

“I…wouldn’t really know.” Diana said. She hadn’t even had sex, let alone a child. Never even considered having one.

They continued on as she probed about his daily life and the choices he’d made in life, fascinated with his ‘fall from grace’ as Metropolis’s leading man. Luthor was interested in learning as much as he could about her powers, where they came from, why and seemed even amused when she discussed battles she’d had with Superman. They moved on and she sheepishly admitted that she had been temporarily suspended which caused his brows to arch intently.

“Your qualms are obviously with those that you’re battling in your simulation. So instead of working it out with them, you destroy likenesses of them.” he said.

“You sound like them.” she scowled. “You should know that there are some things that simply cannot be worked out. If they could, you wouldn’t have devoted years of your life to defeating Superman. So yes, one I picked one because if I don’t, I might break the real one and that would be an issue. The other, because I am truly tired of wasting my time on practice routines I could have beaten as a child.”

“You are quite stubborn aren’t you.”

“That one’s all mine.” she smiled.

You don’t take into account any other people’s emotions. We’re not a race of warriors.”

“That I’ve found out.” she nodded.

“And you don’t see how your destroying likenesses of your teammates could be hurtful to them.”

“I haven’t been offended when they’ve used mine for worse.” It was true. She’d caught Flash’s program by accident one time, surprised to find her bikini-clad self act far more flirtatious and sexual than she ever had. It had been a surprise to say the least but she’d also been flattered to know that he found her attractive enough to create such a simulation, so she’d simply loaded her proper program and went about her day, never mentioning it to anyone. She wondered if any of the other League men had similar scenarios.

He sighed. “We’re going in circles. You deflect my comments by comparing it to them. You don’t want to answer me and I have to say that it’s getting a bit frustrating.”

Her brows arched. “Ok. Then ask me a more simple question.”

“You don’t see why they get upset by your actions? A simple question that requires a simple answer. Yes or no.”

“No.”

“And I say that you’re thinking as an Amazon. Not seeing them for who they are.”

“I am an Amazon.”

“I know. Hence my comment. But your teammates aren’t.”

“It’s difficult for me to be something I’m not. It feels like me telling you to think like a woman. I am an Amazon and thus, how can I not think as one?”

“I’m not telling you to not think like an Amazon. I’m telling you to understand the world around you. Realize that people aren’t as tough and thick-skinned as you and your sisters are.”

She was silent for a long moment “You’ve given me some things to think about. Shall we meet again next week?”

“I’m always here if you care to join.”

She nodded “Thank you.” and left.

This time she made her way back to the Watchtower and then teleported into the Batcave.

He turned around. “What are you doing here?”

The direct approach. she clenched her fists and stepped off the platform. “I want us to have sex.”