Ficlet: Tête-à-tête
Oct. 14th, 2009 11:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
andverygingerTitle: Tête-à-tête
Fandom: JL/JLU (DC Animated)
Pairing: Implied Bruce/Diana (AKA Bats/WW).
Rating: K+
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine. Used for entertainment only. Grant-funded government employee. Blood. Turnip.
Notes: From the prompt, provided by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
shjw_tolerance: "The Bats and WW. Masquerade." Hope you like it, Sue.
Posted without beta, so any mistakes you see now are my own.
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Even capped with a blonde wig, it was immediately apparent to him that Diana of Themyscira had arrived. She towered above everyone but the supermodels, hips swaying just as gently as she stalked across the black-and-white marble tiles. The white silk dress, shimmering with a hint of silver, swirled around her legs. Men smiled appreciatively; women glared. Diana merely looked on with amusement, blue eyes glittering behind a silver mask.
The air of sophistication was new, he thought, something she’d acquired since bursting into Man’s World a few short years ago. His eyes narrowed. No, that’s not right. Something she’d acquired since meeting him, since catching his eye. Part of him felt sheepish at the revelation. He’d never wanted to be the reason she – or anyone – changed. But as her eyes met his for the first time that night, another part of him surged in recognition: He’d found an equal partner.
He smirked, his voice low. “Nice costume, Princess.”
A wry grin twitched across ruby red lips, hands delicately clasping her purse. Her gaze swept over him, lashes brushing demurely at her cheeks. He wore no costume, no mask -- only an immaculate tuxedo. She didn’t have to ask why. “I could say the same to you, Mister Wayne,” she replied.
The smirk broadened. “Dance?”
She hooked her arm in his. “We already are.”
Fandom: JL/JLU (DC Animated)
Pairing: Implied Bruce/Diana (AKA Bats/WW).
Rating: K+
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine. Used for entertainment only. Grant-funded government employee. Blood. Turnip.
Notes: From the prompt, provided by
shjw_tolerance: "The Bats and WW. Masquerade." Hope you like it, Sue. Posted without beta, so any mistakes you see now are my own.
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Even capped with a blonde wig, it was immediately apparent to him that Diana of Themyscira had arrived. She towered above everyone but the supermodels, hips swaying just as gently as she stalked across the black-and-white marble tiles. The white silk dress, shimmering with a hint of silver, swirled around her legs. Men smiled appreciatively; women glared. Diana merely looked on with amusement, blue eyes glittering behind a silver mask.
The air of sophistication was new, he thought, something she’d acquired since bursting into Man’s World a few short years ago. His eyes narrowed. No, that’s not right. Something she’d acquired since meeting him, since catching his eye. Part of him felt sheepish at the revelation. He’d never wanted to be the reason she – or anyone – changed. But as her eyes met his for the first time that night, another part of him surged in recognition: He’d found an equal partner.
He smirked, his voice low. “Nice costume, Princess.”
A wry grin twitched across ruby red lips, hands delicately clasping her purse. Her gaze swept over him, lashes brushing demurely at her cheeks. He wore no costume, no mask -- only an immaculate tuxedo. She didn’t have to ask why. “I could say the same to you, Mister Wayne,” she replied.
The smirk broadened. “Dance?”
She hooked her arm in his. “We already are.”
