Justice League Porn Story: The Enemy of My Enemy Chapter 3

The Enemy of My Enemy

By: Rachyzord

[ Rated G ]

C H A P T E R . T H R E E

I wonder what Bruce did to provoke this he thought as he headed toward the cafeteria. He passed Bruce on the way. “Diana wants to see you in the training room” Clark told him.

Bruce walked by and pushed the door to the simulation room open as she dispatched another training bot. Diana turned and looked at him, waiting to see his move.

“Clark told me that you wanted to see me.”

“I want to spar.”

“So you called for me instead of Clark?”

“You know he doesn’t spar. Is that a yes or a no?”

He glared a little. “I don’t know what your problem is, but you’re putting your anger on me. I want to know why.”

“Maybe you are my problem.” she stood with her hands on her hips.

“I’ve gathered that already” he said smoothly. “Why?”

She glared “You’re the detective. Figure it out.”

He just shook his head. “And you want me to help you relieve your tension when you’re treating me this way?”

You’re one to complain.”

“You obviously have a problem with me. I’m not sure what or why, but if sparring will help you to not give me the cold shoulder every time you see me, fine.” He assumed a defensive stance.

She dropped down into her own stance and advanced, using her long legs to deliver a hard blow to his midsection. “Isn’t this how you wanted it? Cold? No feelings? Just teammates?”

He moved back at the suddenness of her attack, resuming his stoic stance. “Is that what this is about?”

Diana scowled at him again and whipped out a fist towards him. He deflected it easily and moved off to the side of her, shoving her shoulder and pushing her off balance. She rolled with it and came to her feet

“Yes.” She leapt over his head and punched him in his lower back, sending him rolling.

He winced as the blow hit and he rolled back to his feet. “I don’t know what you want from me Diana” he said, shooting out his leg and catching her behind her knees.

She dropped to her knees for a second with a grunt but quickly rose back to her feet and grabbed the scruff of his shirt and pulled him close, kissing him deeply. “You know what I want. You just won’t give it to me.”

He felt his eyes widen as she kissed him as he was unsure of how to respond. He just let her kiss him. “Diana… it’s complicated.”

Her anger flared like gasoline and a match as he started into the routine she’d heard from him too many times. Whenever she thought she’d gotten close to his human side. She forced back the tears and pain and scowled. “Save it. I’ve heard it all. I’m tired of your games.” she spun and tossed him away, stalking out of the training room and towards the cafeteria to find Clark. When she saw his table, she sat down.

Batman lay on the floor of the simulation room, wondering exactly what had just happened.

Clark looked up as Diana sat down. “Did Bruce make it in?”

“Yes. Last time I saw him he was having a time out. Why did you want me to meet you?”

Clark raised his eyebrow then shook it off. “I wanted to talk to you. You’ve been distracted lately it seems and I want to know what’s going on.”

“Ask Bruce.”

“No. I’m not playing these games. I’m asking you.”

“And I’m choosing not to reply right now Kal. My personal life is private. You don’t ask Bruce why he’s cranky all the time. I’m allowed to have a bad day.” she stood.

“He has bad days, but we expect it from him. I’m worried about you.”

She sighed, feeling suddenly tired. “I’m fine Kal. Really. If there’s nothing else, I’m going back to my quarters.”

Clark simply nodded and stood up himself, racking his tray and exiting the cafeteria. He met Batman in the halls, heading towards the cafeteria. “We need to talk.”

Bruce looked at him. “I’m not the one you should be talking to.”

“She said the same thing. Clark sighed, rolling his eyes inwardly at how similar they could be. That’s why we need to talk. I don’t know what’s going on between you two but you need to settle it. We can’t work when you two are at each other’s throats like this. Can’t you two talk and work it out?”

“Oh we had a ‘talk’ in the simulation room. It ended with me on the ground.”

Clark sighed. “I don’t know what else to do.”

“I won’t do anything to upset her.”

He nodded and walked off to contemplate a solution to this situation. He had no idea what was going on with his friend. She had clearly wanted to talk to him the other afternoon when she’d surprised him at his apartment, but run off before they could. He checked the logs from the simulation room. She’d been working on her own but otherwise, only run a few of the toughest simulations in the past month. Nothing out of the ordinary for her, he knew she valued training. She’d seemed distracted during their mission against the Injustice Society. It was rare she allowed things to fall in her. Her reflexes were nearly as good as his. Still, she’d defeated the Joker and helped with Grundy and her lasso had proved invaluable again. Ropes and even Bruce’s cables wouldn’t have held Grundy.

He knew there was a lot of tension between her and Bruce but he wasn’t quite sure why since neither were talking. Bruce was quick to glare and leave whenever the subject of his personal life was brought up. And he caught enough footage of his off-duty activities with various beautiful Hollywood and Gotham celebrities. Diana was only slightly more forthcoming. He could tell that she had some sort of feelings for Bruce but he couldn’t tell how much. Whatever was going on between them now, they’d have to work it out for themselves. He just hoped Bruce didn’t end up getting killed in the process.

Bruce stalked through the halls and found himself in front of Diana’s door. He sighed and knocked.

“Who is it?” came her weary reply.

He swallowed hard. “It’s Bruce.”

Diana sighed and pulled herself up from her bed and opened the door. “Yes?”

He looked at her. “I think we need to talk. No sparring. Just talk.”

“We tried that. Many times.”

“I think we should try again.”

What’s one more ride on the horse? Or in this case, beating the dead one. She stepped aside to let him in.

He moved in and sat down in the chair by her desk. “We’ve got some things we need to get out in the open so we can start clearing the air.”

She leaned against the closed door. “Ok.”

He looked over at her, wondering where to begin. “I know that I haven’t been the easiest person to be around and I’m not trying to brush it off . I just want to know where we stand. What happened in the simulation room took me by surprise.”

“We’re teammates, nothing more. You know how I feel, how I’ve felt for almost four years now. You’ll flirt with me in your other ego and just as quickly shut me down. I’m tired of it. I deserve more.”

“You’re acting like it’s easy to be together Diana. It’s hard enough with a normal colleague, let alone something like this.”

Her voice was quieter now as her anger diffused. “It is easy Bruce. You’re making it hard.”

“Life and our situations are making it hard. What happens if we’re together and something happens to one of us?”

“The same thing that happens to any other couple. You act like we have a monopoly on grieving or loss. How many average people do we see die in a week? Far more than our team has ever lost. But their girlfriends and husbands and spouses continue on.” She felt numb. Too tired to care anymore. Heard the excuses too much. “Just go Bruce. I get it, you don’t think I’m good enough. It’s ok. But please don’t patronize me with excuses. It’s late and I’m tired.”

He stood, knowing better than to argue with her. “I’m not making excuses Diana.”

“Keep telling yourself that.”

He simply shook his head and exited the room, moving down the halls.