LADIES NIGHT:
By: ShadowWing
Standard Disclaimer: Black Canary, Huntress, Oracle, and the JLA belong to D.C. Comics. Spirit Wolf belongs to Valancy Gilliam, and ShadowWing belongs to me.
Authors Note: This story is met to be funny, please don't take is seriously ;-)
New York City at night, lower east side, not a good place for any proper lady. Good thing none of us were proper ladies.
I, ShadowWing: defender of New York, yadda, yadda, yadda, had uncovered a smuggling operation, since it involved native American artifacts illegally obtained from protected lands. I invited Spirit Wolf it assist. She agreed with an evil grin, I was feeling a little sorry for them already Well it didn't stop there. The Mafia was behind the operation, so the Huntress crashed the party. We didn't complain much, since we were outnumbered two to one at the time she crashed threw the ceiling.
After about fifteen minutes of solid fighting the tide was turning, again, against the three of us. I swear they were breading an endless supply of thugs in that joint. That's when Black Canary made her big entrance. Emphasis on big. As in a fork-lift crashing through the door big. I liked it. Oracle probably hated it, which is why Canary did it. Those two, if I didn't know they were friends, I'd swear they were enemies. Well that did it! The ones that didn't get knocked out by chunk of wall were so stunned by a blond driving a fork-lift that we had things wrapped up in no time.
A lively discussion soon followed, on how to best tie up captured crooks complete with visual aides and volunteers. Once class was over, translation once New York's Finest had arrived to investigate a run-away fork-lift, not to mention the large hole in the side of the building, needless to say we left in a hurry.
At a safe distance away we all laughed at the cops running around the building scratching their heads over the entire mess. I now go on record to say that Canary started what followed.
"Now what do we do?" she asked.
The Huntress raised an eyebrow, "We?"
Canary shrugged, "Why not?"
"What are we suppose to do?" asked Huntress, "Go out to a bar for a drink?"
"Why not?" both myself and SW stated. A plan was hatching, and it was a doozy.
Both the Huntress and Canary looked at us as if we were joking. We weren't, that was the funny part.
"In costume or out?" asked Canary.
"In." I replied, "I saved a guy's bar awhile back..." a nudge from Spirit Wolf, "Okay we saved a guy's bar, he owed us so I asked if he'll let us have a private booth for breaks, no questions. Are you two game?"
They both looked at each other, then at us. "Yes." they answered in synch.
Let the games begin.
We entered through the back, and left Spirit's wolves behind. Last time we were here, Spirit slipped them some Mr. Daniels and well lets just say a drunk wolf is not a pretty sight. The owner spotted us entering and waved us to our table, then promptly brought our usuals. He raised an eyebrow at our guests.
"Don't ask." I told him.
"No prob." He turned to them, "What will it be ladies?"
They ordered. A few drinks later is when the fun started, the male bashing that is. I said it before and I'll say it again. Black Canary started it!
"So," she began, "Who's single?" That was a loaded question if I ever heard one.
Spirit answered, "Single as in not married, or single as in not seeing anybody?"
"The latter." She nudged Huntress, "I heard your seeing somebody..."
The Huntress choked, "What makes you say that?"
"A little Oracle told me."
Spirit and I were confused, I scanned Huntress's mind, and came up with something..interesting to say the least. "Oh my God....." I stated.
Huntress glared at me "Telepaths...." she muttered.
"Who?" Spirit couldn't stand it, I told her mentally. She about hit the floor. "Well?" she asked the Huntress.
"Well what?"
"You know!"
She just smiled and replied "Use your imagination." That did it, we almost hit the floor with that one. Of course Spirit would bring up that I was currently seeing Richard, Dick's almost twin. Mental note: compare notes with the Huntress later. Anyway the subject later changes to the JLA, and their....habits. Okay this time the Huntress started it!
"Do you know who visited the Watch Tower last week?" Huntress was grinning evilly. She glanced at Canary, "Have you turned off your mike?"
"Yep. Why?"
"Lois visited the Tower for an exclusive.......interview with a certain JLA member." her eyebrow were raised.
Canary choked, "They didn't?!"
The Huntress grinned.
Spirit asked "How do you know?"
"Somebody forgot to turn of the security cameras. I was on monitor duty and turned on the wrong one at the right time, if you catch my drift."
"It's on tape?" I asked.
"Uh huh."
Spirit got a feral grin, "Where?"
Canary snickered, "Are you all thinking what I'm thinking?"
I checked, we were.
An few hours later we made it to the Watch Tower, Plastic Man was on duty. Thank God, if it was anybody else we would have never pulled it off. Spirit and I ran interference while Huntress and Canary secured the prize. Once on planet side we had a good laugh watching the tape, after everybody left my hide-out I went home to crash. I completely forgot about that tape.
I had assumed that the Huntress had taken it back to the Tower, boy was I wrong. A week later I was on patrol when the Huntress came up to me. "Where is it?" she asked frantic.
"Where's what?" I was confused.
"The tape."
"Oh boy. I thought you took it back. What happened?"
"One of us made copies." The Huntress swallowed, "And gave them to every member of the JLA!!!!"
"Even I'm not that crazy. How'd you find out?" I was getting worried, a pissed Superman was not something I wanted to see.
"The snickering at the last meeting? Aquaman slipping me a tape? Superman also slipped a tape? The wrecked VCR?"
"I get the idea." Then it hit me. "Oh no."
"What?" asked the Huntress.
"Who among our group isn't fond of the big blue?"
"She wouldn't!"
Yep, she did. Good old SW. Now if the Huntress and I didn't cover the tracks right we were all dead meat. It took a week to pull it off, me tampering with Plastic Man's mind to completely forget who visited him that night, to Huntress cornering Canary to deny everything. It took a bit, Black Canary had to stop laughing first.
I confronted Spirit a week later, she just grinned and dodged the question by asking me what charity she should donate a sizable sum to. My friend, if I didn't love her so much, I'd kill her.
Needless to say, that was the last Ladies Night the four of us did together.