Avengers VS JLA

Chapter 2

~Justice League~

A Night in Gotham

Bruce had an business event going on tonight, it was the announcement of the joining cooperation between Wayne Enterprises and Queen Consolidated. All of Gotham was buzzing about it for weeks. Everyone was here, reporters, models, celebrities it was the party of the year.

Bruce made sure each of his friends were present for the big night. First, near the door was Clark, he stood there in his usual disguise wearing thick black glasses, acting like a clumsy, rambling reporter. Bruce thought to himself it was a shame Lois was too busy in Europe. She would loved to be at such a big event with Clark.

He was about to approach Kent when someone tapped him on his shoulder. "Bruce?"

He snapped around, quickly. His expression soften to see the beautiful amazon beside him. The goddess was dressed girly for once, but pulled it off in an intimidating manor.

"Why Diana don't you look nice."

Diana stood at his side, leaning against him for a moment. Her voice whispered urgently in his ear.

"Mr. Stark has made his way through the front door."

For a moment Bruce looked puzzled at the news. Tony had been a long competitor with some of his enterprises, and were not even on the friendliest of terms. He hadn't seen him in years. If Tony was here, it could mean only two things. He either wanted something or was going to try something, neither good.

"Thanks, I'll handle it."

His dear friend, Oliver Queen would be present tonight. Oliver stood across the ballroom dressed in a slick, black tuxedo, with a solid green tie. Upon seeing Bruce he gave a slight nod, lifting his drink to acknowledge his presence. Then Oliver turned back to the girl he had been flirting with. She had devils red hair, that curled around the edges. The woman look to be a model or something in a sleek tight dress of hers. He saw Bruce smirk a little getting the memo to talk to him later. Oliver had the same grin on his face as he stared at the girl's........eyes while she talked on. The billionaires stared for a minute lost, nodding here and there, not listening to what the woman said. He moved his eyes slowly up to her elegant face,

"Sorry Sweetie, what was your name again?"

The woman stared up at him, spoke so soft he had to lean in to hear here. Her voice held a strong....German ? Accent. Leaning in to hear more, he was entangled in the stunning smell of her perfume. It was so, so mesmerizing.

"Natalie."

His arm swung around her waist, pointing in the direction of the bar. Oliver had a couple of drinks already but it was a party. For a moment, He could have sworn the bartender sent him a death glare. Nah that couldn't be it, probably just my paranoid mind. He thought.

"Well Natalie, Let's see if we can get you a drink."

"Of course."