Viper (Superboy x Batsis!Reader)

Chapter Seven: Out Clubbing

"We know the plan?" I said as we walked to the club. We all wore semi-formal clothes. I wore an off-the-shoulder red dress and a black chocker (sorry if you don't like the outfit, just pretend Starfire made you wear it for the mission), my hair held in h/o/c. Alex wore a black tight turtle-neck shirt and loose suit pants with a black newsboy cap upon her curly hair. Alex wore a white shirt tucked into a green skirt and her hair was in a high bun, a traditional amazonian chain hanging from the bottom part of her bun. Connor and Damian wore much simpler outfits. Damian wore his collared shirt and nice dress pants like he always did whenever he wasn't in his suit and Connor wore a dark blue shirt with his regular leather jacket and black jeans.

"Yes," Alex answered. "You... advance Simion, while we see any information we get from the bodyguards or other teens."

"Do you have the truth serum?" Damian asked me.

"Yeah," I said, patting my purse.

"Communicators?" Alex asked.

"Also yes," Connor said.

"If anything goes wrong, we get out as quietly as we can."

"So no punching anything," Alexandra added, looking at Connor. He rolled his eyes with a small pout. I chuckled at his face.

"We're here," Damian announced as we reached the large mansion, it's gate wide open and it's windows blacked out.

"No bouncer?" Alexandra said as we approached the front door. I shrugged before knocking on the door. A small teenage girl opened the door, blinking at us.

"You all teens?" she asked, looking over our group.

"Uh, yeah," I said in the most valley-girl way possible. "We just wanna party!" I jumped up (hard to do with heels by the way) with my arms in the air. Alex and Alexandra cheered as Connor pumped a fist in the air and Damian mumbled a small and sarcastic, "yaaay, party."

"Party yes!" the girl cheered. "Come on." She ushered us in before disappearing. There were bright lights flashing and hundreds of sweaty teenagers dancing and making out. There was music booming through the speakers all around the house, and the smell of alcohol, weed, sweat, and hormones made me want to barf. From the team's faces, they felt the same way.

"It's loud!" Alexandra yelled, covering her ears. Her voice amplified through the communicators, making us all wince.

"I'll find Field," I said through the communicator. "Watch out for the bodyguards," I added, seeing at least six bodyguards, eyeing the teenagers. "And make sure to ask some of the teens if they've heard anything about the missing girls."

"Y/n, be careful," Alex said.

"Kick his ass if needed," Damian added.

I nodded at both of them before going into the crowd of teens. I cringed as I shoved past the tight group, feeling hands occasionally graze my arms or legs.

I let out a relieved sigh as I noticed the crowded bar and Simion Field sitting on one of the stools. He wore a green striped shirt and his red hair stuck up.

I took a step before I felt a hand grab my wrist. I turned to see an obviously drunk girl smiling at me. "Hey girl," she said, advancing toward me. "You like girls? Or ready to experiment? I don't mind." She tried to pull me closer but I grabbed the hand that held my wrist with my free hand and twisted slightly, putting enough pressure for it to hurt. She gasped at the pain and released my wrist.

"Get out of here," I said, pushing her shoulder. I then turned and walked towards the bar. I stopped a few feet behind Field, inhaling quietly before collapsing on the stool next to him. I forced a giggle as he looked at me. "Excuse me, bartender!" I said with a stupid smile."I would like whatever drink gets me drunk the fastest." I added a slight slur to make it appear that I was drunk. The bartender nodded at me.