DISCLAIMER: The Justice League of America
characters are the property of DC Comics. The story contents are the creation
and property of Djinn and are copyright (c) 2005 by Djinn. This story is Rated
PG-13.
Love's Rampant Fury
by Djinn
The storm raged, as if heaven
itself wept for the lovers who would be together no more after this night.
"Oh, for goddesses'
sake, just say it was raining, Kal. Does
everything have to be sturm und drang with you?"
"This is my story,
Diana. I'll tell it my way."
The storm raged higher, the lightning
thundering down on the streets of Metropolis, as the city's most magnificent
son--
"--Ahem. Hubris, lover?
Remember thou art mortal--or something a little humble, anyway."
"Funny, Diana. And by the way, you'd make a great fool, you
harpy. Why did I think I wanted to be
with you?"
"Because you can pound
all night and I won't break. Write. You're the big journalist. Hurry it up."
--as the city's most famous
(Is that okay? Famous?)
(Famous is acceptable.) son turned to his soul mate
for the last time, his Kryptonian heart breaking into innumerable tiny pieces.
"Hyperbole."
"It is not. I was heartbroken when Lois died."
"She wasn't. She practically begged me to take you off her
hands. I wondered why she was cackling
when I promised never to desert you.
Damn witch."
"Don't talk about my
beloved that way!"
"Just keep
writing."
'Beloved,' Lois breathed into
his mouth as he kissed her his final sweet goodbye. 'Never forget our love. Never forget how much we meant to each
other.'
"Never forget how much
"He does not!"
"Does
too."
"Does
not."
"Kal,
please. He has a butterfly-shaped birthmark on his
butt just like Bruce did."
"How do you know what
kind of birthmark Bruce had on his butt?"
"Everyone knew. Keep going with the story."
And the virtuous, beautiful
Lois expired like a rose wilting in the hot desert sun. Leaving her beloved to share his life with
the woman she had chosen for him. A
woman she had selected never knowing the true blackness of her heart.
"It's not black. Charcoal gray maybe after a
few days with you. But not
black. Besides, hers wasn't much lighter. Making me promise to stay with you forever
was a dirty, rotten trick. What the hell
was I thinking? Yeah, that's right. Ignore me and write about her."
"Oh, I'm writing about
you, lover."
A woman of such horrendous
ill breeding, such utter lack of any social grace, that all the world would
look at her and wonder what the saintly man saw in her. Perhaps they would think he was doing this to
raise her up, to reform her. To draw her
out of the muck and turn her into a being of light--a being like him.
"Or maybe they'll feel
sorry for the poor woman because she's stuck with you!"
"If they're going to
feel sorry for anyone, it's for me!"
"Oh,
yeah?"
"Don't try it."
"Don't tell me what to
do."
"I'm telling you what
not to do."
"That's it. I've had it with you."
"Feeling's mutual,
Diana. Feeling's more than mutual."
"I can hold my breath
longer than you can, Kal."
"Cannot."
"Can too."
"Can
<cough> not."
"Caa-a
aaaa-aaan
toooo-ooooo-ooo-
oo."
//My plan's working
perfectly, Lois. They're absolutely
horrible together.//
//They sure are.//
//Can you believe he's really
strangling her?//
//He said he'd never
kill. I guess there truly is a first
time for everything.//
//Rut-roh,
she's turning blue.//
//Nice Scooby
impression, Bruce. You're really lightening up now that you're
dead.//
//What can
I say? You're a bad influence.//
//Do you think we'll get
kicked out of heaven for enjoying this so much?//
//No way,
Lois. We're saving the world from more of
//Good
point. Wow, she's actually dead.//
//Um, Lois. Where did she go?//
//You two!! I should have known. Let's start this story over, shall we?//
It was a dark and stormy
afterlife when two conniving lowlife swines met the Princess
of Themyscira, newly arrived into the land of the dead and ready to kick some
human butt.
//Oh, Batman, where is your
strategy now?//
//That's
good, Lois. But you're not going to distract me. You can't pin this all on him.//
//You look particularly
fetching in that heavenly glow, Diana.//
//Do you think so, Bruce? I thought it was a little much but--hey, come
back here, Lois, you little weasel!//
And so does end our tale of
love and loss, promises kept and happiness forsaken, heaven found and paradise
disturbed. All for the passion that is
love's first blush--and ardor's fatal turn to rage.
PS -
FIN