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Zatanna cast her spell, and a magic passage through soundlessly appeared. Huntress walked through and then gestured for the men to follow. Superman led the way as they all started to run down the hall, screaming and laughing, creating a diversion. The two heroes waited, expecting to see Star Sapphire coming, but nothing happened. Cautiously, they made their way to the bridge. Zatanna cast her spell and Huntress rolled through, crossbow ready, only to fine— “No one?”

Zatanna joined her. The ship was flying on autopilot. Checking the security cameras, they couldn’t find any sign or Sapphire. Then, they found a note. “Did you think I would let you catch me?”

Huntress looked at the note, puzzled.

Zatanna, meanwhile, was watching the security cameras. The men had run around screaming and laughing for a bit, but then being the airheads that they were had forgotten all about the plan, and they seemed to have paired off. Her attention was drawn to Batman and Superman—

How long were we supposed to do this? Superman had wondered, as he ran, screaming down the hall. It didn’t seem like— he turned, and Batman ran right into him. Despite his slender figure, Superman was still invulnerable, and the impact unbalanced Batman, who started to fall.

Superman grabbed him, wrapping his arms around Batman’s waist. “Careful!”

Batman’s eyes went wide with surprise, both at the sudden rescue, and the fact that having Superman protect him made his cheeks blush. He touched Superman on the arm. “Thanks,” he said, and when he spoke his already high pitched voice had slid to an even higher register. He lingered in Superman’s arms, staring into the other man’s eyes.

Superman stared back. He pulled Batman closer, each of the men enjoying the feeling of their soft chests pressing into each other. Batman’s hair had fallen across one of his eyes, and Superman gently ran his fingers through it, brushing it away and then putting his hand to Batman’s cheek.

Neither man spoke. They searched each other’s eyes, feeling feelings neither had ever felt the way they were feeling now— Superman leaned closer. He felt scared. He knew that this girl in his arms was Batman, his old friend— his male friend— it would change everything if they kissed…

Batman was also afraid of what a kiss would mean, and they he and Superman both wanted it, needed it so badly…. Batman tilted his head back…

Superman, unable to think of anything else, leaned in and their lips met, their eyes closed… they sighed into the kiss, and Batman began to run his hands over Superman’s body, while Superman did the same… they found themselves singing to the floor, kissing… touching…

“Holy hot and heavy,” Huntress, who’d joined Zatanna at the screen said. “They are really…. Wow. Batman and Superman? “

“This is a show you will NOT see on the CW,” Zatanna said.

“Should we stop them?”

“I don’t know. I’m getting kinda hot watching this.”

“And look over here—-“

Zatanna looked, and they now saw that Green Arrow and Martian Manhunter were also going at it, making out like two teen-agers on prom night. Aquaman, meanwhile, was watching them from around a corner.

“Poor Aqualass,” Huntress said.

“You know, as much as I appreciate the idea of letting these young ladies explore, we really should get them focused. The ship is about to land, and there may just be a welcoming committee.”

“Right. Okay,” Huntress said, pulling her eyes away from the screen.

She and Zatanna headed back into the ship. They walked into the hall where Superman and Batman were frolicking. Batman was on his back now, Superman on top. They were kissing, exploring each other’s bodies… Batman had wrapped his legs around Superman’s hips, and the top of Superman’s costume had been pulled down, revealing his radiant skin, full breasts… he’d entwined Batman in his golden lasso, which was glowing as it wrapped loosely around Batman’s arms and legs.

“Ahem,” Zatanna said.

The men were too deep in the throes of passion to notice.

“Ladies!” Huntress shouted.

Superman looked over, his cheeks flush, his hair wild. “Please,” he said. “I really need to …” he didn’t finish.

Huntress grabbed his wrist and pulled him off Batman. “Afraid not.”

Superman pulled his top up, ran a hand through his long hair.

Batman got to his feet. His mask had come off during their making out, and Huntress noticed how really young and pretty he looked now— and how much like her. His makeup was smeared, his hair a sexy mess. He and Superman stared longingly at each other, smitten, hungry for each other’s lips and bodies…

“Come with me,” Huntress said, taking Batman’s hand and leading him away. Batman glanced back over his shoulder as he was led away and called out, “Superman!”

Superman called back, “Batman!”

Oh, boy, Zatanna thought. She straightened Superman’s circlet. Brushed his hair from his face. “He’s so beautiful,” Superman sighed as he wound up his lasso. “I just want to be with him- all the time.”

“It’s just a phase,” Zatanna said. “And you’ll get over it. Now, come on.” Like Huntress, she took Superman’s hand and led him away. Superman followed, but all he could think about was Batman and his soft lips…