Justice League Porn Story: The Enemy of My Enemy Chapter 19
The Enemy of My Enemy
By: Rachyzord
[ Rated PG ]
C H A P T E R . N I NE T E E N
He sat down as well. “So… here we are again.”
“Yeah.” she mused.
“Didn’t think we’d be looking out over a city together anytime soon.”
“Me neither. How did you get up here anyway?”
“Grappling hooks.”
She grunted. “Well you scared me half to death.”
“I didn’t mean to. Maybe I still have some of the old touch left in me.”
“Don’t get cocky on me.” she gave a faint smile. “I’ve been trying out music and I still haven’t gotten use to it. Clark almost plowed into me, you almost give me a heart-attack.”
“Maybe we’re out to get you.”
“It’s not paranoia if it’s true.”
“So I’ve heard.”
“I’m sure you all anticipated that I’d be floating around with an ipod.”
“Tracking device in your ipod. Steve Jobs is a close friend of mine.”
“Who?”
“The owner of the company that makes your ipod.”
“Oh.” she looked down at it. “I just figured out how to work it.”
“I could help if you’d like.”
“You have one?”
He nodded. “Sometimes in the Batmobile at night I like to play some music.”
“What does Batman listen to?”
“Depends on my mood. At night, usually some smooth jazz. Charles Mingus, Miles Davis, things like that. Other times, classical music, and other times classic rock.”
“No idea who those are.” she smirked a little.
“You’ll have to check them out. It’s very soothing.”
“I never took you for a soothing music person.”
“Something has to calm me down.”
“Sure. I just thought that would be…well…metal.”
He chuckled. “A lot of people would think that, and sometimes I do enjoy metal. But I also enjoy being able to understand the lyrics. What does Wonder Woman listen to?
“Earlier…Steppenwolf. When you snuck up…well, let’s just say I was staying alive.”
He rolled his eyes. “You listen to the Beegees?”
“Yes. I like that song.” she held her ipod out to him. “I also had Hot Stuff on earlier.”
He took it and scrolled through it shaking his head with a smile at some of the songs. “A very eclectic mix.”
“It’s not all terrible. I validate my awful picks by including good ones like The Boss and Bob Segar.”
“I’ll give you that. Try some of the jazz. I think you might enjoy it. If not, I’ll get you on some classic rock. So what do you not understand about your ipod?”
“It’s fine once it works but it’s rather…unpleasant about connecting to my laptop.”
“Define unpleasant.”
“Most times nothing happens.”
“Well, if you’re not busy, you can get your laptop and we’ll take a look at it.”
“Ok. If you’re not needed elsewhere.”
“No. I’m technically retired.”
She nodded “I’ll be back in a few minutes then. You can enjoy my awful playlist until then.” she smirked and took off.
Diana flew back to her room at Luthor’s and went through the open window, grabbing her laptop and cable and then flew back to Bruce. “Had enough chuckles at my expense?” she set the laptop down.
“Actually I was enjoying some Eurythmics.”
“Good. Say what you will but me and Mr. Gaye have had some good times together.”
He looked at her sideways. “I think we’ll leave that one alone for the time being. Alright. Show me what it’s doing.”
“Spoil sport.” she opened up her laptop and connected her ipod with little happening.
He stared at it, playing with the cable. “Hmm. This may take a bit.” He pulled out a flashlight and examined the cable. “The cable seems fine, as does the computer.” He looked at the ipod. “Ahh. Here’s your problem.”
“Hmm?” she leaned closer.
“Did you drop this recently?”
She flushed a little “Just once.”
“From how high up?”
The flush deepened. “A few stories lower than this.”
“I’m surprised it’s still playing” he said, putting the flashlight into his mouth and pulling out a few tiny screwdrivers.
“It was a bit wet up in the clouds.
He leaned toward her and grunted for her to take the flashlight. She did. “You need to get one of those cases that attached to your arm for when you fly. Hold the light here.”
She held the light steady. “I suppose so.”
He went back to the ipod, popping something inside it. “Got it.” He handed it to her. “Try it now.”
She plugged it in again and smiled when it worked. “Nice. Thanks.”
He put the tools and flashlight away. “No problem. Just be careful from now on with it.”
“I will, spoil sport. What do you have against Marvin?”
“Nothing against Marvin. I like his music. It’s just I didn’t want to say something bad about your comment.”
“And what would you say?” she was grinning hard.
“Give me your line again.”
“Say what you will but me and Mr. Gaye have had some good times together.”
“I’d have liked to seen the end result of those good times.”
“Wow.” she smirked. “Flying is better than the kind of healing he had in mind but it adds to the mood.”
“I’ll only begin to imagine the freedom.”
“Do you trust me?”
He looked at her and nodded. “Of course.”
She moved over to him and pulled him close to her, slowly rising off the building.