saga/title/fandom: You and I Got Something

author: Dimitri Aidan

rating/genre: (PG-13 (for now))- Drama/Romance

warnings: slash, adult situations, adult language

summary: (Flash/GL, Batman/Wonder Woman, Superman/Lois Lane. A little Nightwing/OMC and Hawkgirl/GL) As they get ready for Bruce and Diana's wedding, Flash thinks. Getting together isn't easy in their line of work, but somehow he and John managed it; evil robots, best friends, and Yellow Lanterns be damned.

comments/disclaimers: The lack of GL and Flash interaction in JL:U spawned this story. Actually the lack of Flash in general was upsetting.


The Sky is Falling

Weddings, Wally decided as he fiddled with the stupid tie he'd been forced to wear, are stupid. Sure, this was one of the weddings of the century and all and it did involve two of his closest friends (or at least one of his closest friends and Batman), but damn if it isn't a huge pain in his ass already. And the ceremony was still two weeks ago.

And it wasn't even his wedding!

Not that he ever thought about things like that, for himself. He wasn't some sappy, girly gay guy who dreamed of white fences, two car garages and 'His and His' towels. He was a little bit too realistic for that and his idea of the ideal future consisted of a nice long weekend full of sweaty sex, without anyone trying to take over the world.

So clearly he didn't think that far ahead.

And, for that matter, he didn't think too practically, because when was the last time some psycho hadn't been trying to take over the world? It was very unfortunate and highly unfair. Other people got to lie around on the weekend and fuck until their brains were nothing but useless gray gel, so why couldn't they do that?

Super powered rings and super speed aside.

"You're hopeless."

He tilted his head back to look up at John who, he had to confess, looked very handsome in that tux of his… Apparently John Stewart and formal wear got along very well, unlike Wally West and anything that couldn't be thrown on the floor and worn again the next day.

Wally was pretty sure he was developing a tuxedo fetish at that very moment, because damn…they were going to have to keep that thing. He doubted Bats would mind too much, it wasn't like he wasn't a super-millionaire.

Though he probably wouldn't appreciate knowing they were keeping it to fuel Wally's sick and dirty mind, but that wasn't the point.

"I'm not even going to ask what's going on in that head of yours." John said, once again reading Wally like he was some kind of children's book, complete with four-inch letters and pictures that explained all the actions (and really Wally's mind would make a horrible children's book if it involved any of the thoughts he entertained about John on a daily basis).

Wally nodded his agreement.

John was good at that, reading him. Wally wasn't sure if it was because he was just easy to figure out, or if John was just that good at what he did. Maybe a mixture of both. Wally had been known to be very easy where John was concerned and he wasn't ashamed to admit it, and he'd also go on record as saying that John was always good at what he did.

He had such a gutter brain.

"Its for the best." Wally said very solemnly. "I'd hate to ruin the rehearsal because you dragged me into a dark closet."

"You overestimate yourself." John said, just as serious.

Wally tilted his head off to the side. "Maybe you underestimate me."

John shook his head then reached around him to take hold of the tie. "I very much doubt it. I may do many things Wally but underestimating you isn't one of them."

Wally blinked. "Was that a compliment?"

John paused for a moment. "I don't know. Could have been."

"…So there's a chance Hell has frozen over?"

"How should I know? Isn't Raven one of your friends?"

Wally leaned against John in a less than totally discreet matter, but given the company they were in he didn't think anyone would really give them a second look. (Then again, the fact they were alone in this room did help a little bit.)

He had, after all, caught Static and Gear doing less than totally pure things in one of the empty mansion rooms, and Nightwing and Azreal had been MIA for going on forty minutes.

"All right." John said, craning his neck to inspect his handiwork. "You look moderately presentable."

"So you won't be ashamed to be seen with me in public."

"Of course I will; it's you after all. I just happen to realize that trying to get you to do anything with your hair would just be a waste of time."

Wally blew a raspberry at John who smirked and then ran his hand through his hair, a look of mild amusement on his face. Wally liked to try new things and his latest endeavor had involved growing his hair out. He'd endured the mocking and teasing from his fellow superheroes (mostly John and Dick) because it was his thing. He actually kind of liked it.

But he might go back to the short look anyway. With Hawkgirl around for the wedding John may have already been suffering from redhead shock, no reason to make it worse.

"Keep that up and I'll make you sit with Young Justice."

"You wouldn't!" Wally turned to look at Bruce, utterly scandalized. Bruce just stared back, gaze as steely as ever and Wally sighed, knowing he'd do just that. "You'd sit with me, right John?"

"No." John said and Bruce smirked. Then the older man lowered his voice slightly and whispered in Wally's ear. He was so focused on the warm breath and the chills it sent up his spine he almost missed the words. "You may be a great lay, but you aren't cute enough to make me sit with Superboy. No one is that cute."

Wally took a moment to make sure he hadn't started drooling then nodded. "Fair enough."

Bruce rolled his eyes and Wally wondered if he'd heard that, or was just making a silent comment on how close they were, before walking off towards Superman, who'd just come flying in through a window.

This ceremony was a "Hero and Friends" only sort of deal. Playboy Bruce Wayne had tied the knot with a never before heard of woman named Diana a few weeks before. The marriage of Batman and Wonder Woman was a big thing complete with visitors from other worlds in attendance, but also something the general public would never know about. Funny how that worked.

Plenty of people know that Wally West kept an apartment in Detroit with John Stewart, but no one knew that Flash and Green Lantern more than worked together sometimes. Hell, a lot of their fellow heroes, outside of the immediate Justice League and Wally's Teen Titan circle, weren't aware.

"Wally, John." Bruce motioned them over. J'onn had appeared from god only knew where in the past few moments as well. "We have a problem. We have to be quick, otherwise Diana will…well."

He didn't want to say it out loud, but pregnant Amazon women were no joking matter. Even Wally wasn't foolish enough to cross her at the moment and, since she was rather insistent on the next to two weeks going perfectly, he wouldn't be the one to tell her the groom and all the groomsmen were late because they had to put down some super villain.

That was the thing about maintaining relationships when you had a secret identity and the constant threat of the world being taken over/destroyed/whatever to contend with. It was a wonder anyone ever managed to get together with anyone and stay together.

Superman and Lois Lane were probably the most surprising example, since she wasn't even 'one of them.' Wally was pretty sure he wouldn't be able to sit around all day knowing John was out fighting and risking his life while he typed up articles for a newspaper. He'd probably lose his mind.

Not that his sanity wasn't already a highly debatable area.

As Green Lantern used his power ring to pick him up and he put a hand on the other man's arm, in an appearance of trying to stay close to keep the bubble small (But really just because he felt like it), he wondered how exactly he and John had managed staying together.

Though really staying together was easy compared to getting together.


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