Zephyr: A Young Justice OC fanfiction

Chapter 21: French Kisses

I've wanted to do this chapter since the beginning of this fic, so here it is, in honor of Hayley Kiyoko's new song! Enjoy!

In this chapter, italics mean that the speaker is speaking in French

Warning: CHAPTER IS GAY

"Do we really have to do this?" Artemis growled as she poked at her hair, a look of disgust on her face.

I pulled anxiously at the fabric around my torso, the satin squeezing uncomfortably.

"It's for a good cause, and it's not...that terrible..." I said, straining to by optimistic.

"Even I'm having doubts about this." Megan said, balancing from one foot to the other in her heels.

In case you're confused as to what's happening: I'll explain our unfortunate predicament.

The whole team was going undercover for the night...at a gala held by Bruce Wayne in honor of some French embassador and his daughter, who were both on the wrong side of both the League of Shadows and French extremists.

Unfortunately, this meant we had to fit in with the wealthy guests, hence why Megan, Artemis and I were in a backroom in Wayne Manor; distastefully looking down at the gowns that were provided for us.

Artemis was dressed in a long, form-fitting, black dress with green satin shoulder straps. She wore green shoes with a low heel, and her long blonde hair was in a side-braid.

Megan's daffodil dress was a little floof-ier, with a strapless bodice and a tutu-esk skirt. White pumps and here ginger hair in bouncy curls perfected the look.

My dress was a soft rouge-pink satin with an a-line skirt and a sweetheart neckline with lace covering up to my collar-bones. I also wore sparkly silver heels that were killing my feet, and my hair in a careful pin-up.

"I mean, how are we supposed to fight in these?" Artemis exclaimed.

"Hopefully the evening won't come to that." I said calmly, although I felt like screaming. "We're just here for security measures."

Artemis groaned loudly.

"At least we're not the only ones suffering." Megan said. "The guys have to wear suits."

"I really hope Superboy doesn't destroy something..." I hummed, going to fiddle my hair but was sorely reminded it was all pushed back.

"What about boy bounder?" Artemis asked. "First he misses the Kent Nelson-Doctor Fate mission, then he gets excused from this?"

"He's...probably just doing patrol?" I guessed. Robin wasn't one to slack off, which made his absence peculiar.

Artemis snorted. "Right."
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The gala started off without a hitch, although we did have to force Superboy out of the dressing room.

The music was nice, the food was delicious, Bruce Wayne was as charasmatic as usual, and there were no security breeches.

Even if the small talk with the people (most of which centered around 'who are you?' and 'why are you here?') was dull and slightly annoying, all was well.

What surprised me was when the embassador's daughter came up to me. She couldn't have been older then Megan, had curly blonde hair, blue eyes, freckles, and a heart-shapped face. She was, without a doubt, very beautiful. But I was not one to judge a character by their looks.

"Hello." She said, catching me by surprise. Speaking in a foreign language at a public gathering where most of the guests probably didn't speak the language was considered rude. But nonetheless, I followed her lead.