Justice League Porn Story: The Enemy of My Enemy – Chapter 10
The Enemy of My Enemy
By: Rachyzord
[ Rated PG for violence ]
C H A P T E R . TEN
Back at his manor, Luthor changed and reclined in his bed. He hadn’t felt the way he did tonight since he met his first wife… the one that he could have truly loved. Do I have feelings for Wonder Woman? he asked himself the question that had come up more than once since his initial meeting with the Amazon in the cafe weeks ago. He didn’t want to admit it but his interest had surpassed the professional curiosity he had told her he had. He’d put his desire to play her against Superman or the rest of the League aside because he enjoyed her company and listening to what she had to say. Their conversation about Greece and it’s history tonight was a perfect example of what he had begun to find out that there was a lot more to her than just the star-spangled panties and a strong right hook. She seemed to find him equally interesting, which admittedly stroked his ego.
We’re worried about your behavior. Superman told her as she sat, arms crossed across her chest.
The morning meeting had been called between Superman, Batman and her to discuss the issue of her behavior.
You’ve been going out with increasing frequency.
Diana glared at Batman And? You date at least once a week. Usually with someone new each time. At least I remain constant.
His lenses narrowed We’re not discussing me. Your dates are increasing in frequency and you refuse to talk about them or who you’re seeing.
My private life is private, just as yours is.
Not when you’re keeping secrets. Everyone here knows what I do and why. Batman countered in a low voice.
Clark watched the interchange and broke in Diana, we just want to know what’s going on. You’ve had a stalemate going on with Bruce for weeks. I catch you running simulations of the Justice Lords with the safeties off, purposely injuring yourself. J’onn told me he found you nearly unconscious once and the logs state that it wasn’t the only time you ran that simulation and let it get that far. Now you’re barely on the Watchtower and won’t tell anyone where you’re going. It’s not like you.
Diana sighed You’re right, it’s not. I’ve finally stopped allowing myself to be taken for granted and opted to have a life outside of this.
A secret life. Batman interjected.
How can you think we take you for granted? Clark asked, slightly incredulous.
She scowled now Please. No one asks why you want to stop being Superman and just be Clark Kent. And no one dares question when you want to be Bruce Wayne. I opt for a life outside of being Wonder Woman and I end up being disciplined and lectured for it. It’s a ridiculous double standard that you men are perpetuating.
Clark and Bruce were both slightly taken aback at the sudden revert to male bashing. Before they could say anything, she stood and stated Don’t expect me to simply live in my quarters until a mission comes. I’ve found someone who can see who I truly am.
She left the room in a more foul mood than she’d entered.
She and Luthor continued to conduct their dates and meetings over the next month, slipping into a routine. On Monday they would shop for whichever hobby was chosen for that week. Then they had until Thursday to make some sort of headway on that hobby. On Thursday they would meet for lunch or often dinner with the victor choosing the location. During dinner they’d report back on the hobby as well as choose the hobby of the next week.
They started with models, which Diana found was not her forte when she accidentally crushed hers while trying to piece it together. Luthor chose to return to The Pantheon for another lecture in Greek history. Then it was fishing and Luthor provided her with an expensive pole and tackle. Diana was use to spear fishing on Themyscira with far less equipment and quickly secured that week’s victory. She opted for lunch at a casual cafe. Smoking, she felt, almost killed her and even after rinsing her mouth out fourteen times, she still wasn’t sure she felt clean. And she had a feeling Bruce had picked up some of the smoke on her clothes from the look he gave her when she returned to the Watchtower. Most of her anger towards him had been diffused and she just smiled a little as she walked by. Luthor, who had smoked at least a few cigars in his time, won and opted for a casual dinner from the various stands while walking the park. Bird watching was difficult but she found a few. Luthor, with a penthouse office, bested her there as well. This time they ate at his private dining area in LexCorp’s headquarters.
Soon they had crossed all the items off their list, with a sway in victories on his side but Diana had enjoyed herself thoroughly anyway and found the competition aspect was only secondary.
Bruce had watched her for the past few months and noticed distinct change in her behavior. She was in less of a foul mood for the most part, but at the same time was much more secretive and withdrawn from the League. She rarely spoke to anyone, often running through the halls clutching a package and sealing herself in her quarters. Sometimes they would hear loud bangs and cries of frustration coming from her room. A few times she had come back and the hall around her room had a particular odor. One time it was cigar smoke and another time Bruce could’ve sworn he smelled the ocean.
He often tried to talk to her in the halls but was met with short, one-word responses and looks of boredom. Eventually he gave up on trying to talk to her and let her do her own thing. If she needed anyone in the League, she would find them. That didn’t make it any less easy to essentially ignore her presence and not try to figure out what was going on. It was especially hard when she would be going out to a date or returning from it. She was always dressed so beautifully with her hair done up. None of the League had ever seen her like that and were a little shocked to see it the first time. They always saw her eyes sparkling when she returned, as if she had truly found honest romance.
They were meeting for dinner on what could be considered their two month ‘anniversary’ and she’d done a few extra jobs to earn money to buy a new dress for the occasion. The red offset her dark locks nicely and the sheer silk felt wonderful against her skin. She wasn’t sure why she insisted on such vanity, but she was enjoying the way Luthor treated her as a woman before ‘Wonder Woman’ or ‘Princess of the Amazons.’
She had largely undertaken this because that’s how she felt and saw herself and worried that perhaps that’s how others saw her as well. Perhaps that’s how Clark and Bruce saw her, as the inexperienced and naieve woman who spent her life under a rock. Or on one. And had no sense of Man’s World or it’s customs.
But Lex just patiently ignored the areas where she might seem inexperienced, readily admitted his own flaws, and let her highlight the areas of her strength, such as allowing her two of their dinners to do nothing but talk about Greece. He’d commented her on the sly, she realized later, on more than one occasion as well and she was getting the distinct feeling that there was something growing between them.
And she didn’t mind. Why shouldn’t she feel something? Everyone else had petulantly decided to see her only as Wonder Woman and not as Diana the woman. She had desires, feelings, needs. That had been shoved aside and she had been taken for granted as the secondary League muscle who was always available. Luthor was bad, but there was good as well. She had seen it first hand more times than she could remember now. He’d never tried anything the least bit untowardly, a little to her frustration as that was still an area of man’s world she wanted to experience. Even more some nights after so much stimulating conversation and dare she believe…romance.
Bruce had brooded as he watched her go out that evening, in an even more revealing dress this time and her hair pulled back. His eyes narrowed as she walked by, completely ignoring him. Time to see who all the fuss is for.