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The music hit like a pulse through the floor, a shockwave of neon that rolled across the entire alien club. Light rippled in every color the human eye wasn't even meant to see violet smoke, red holograms, streaks of ultraviolet cutting through the crowd.
And in the middle of it all.
Kara abruptly stirred in Arthur's arms.
She blinked hard, her lashes fluttering, then looked up and realized exactly how close she was to him her cheek pressed against his chest, his hand steady on her back to keep her from falling earlier.
She froze.
Then she smiled slow, warm, slightly drunk.
"...Oh."
She pushed off him, brushing nonexistent dust from her shirt even though she was absolutely the only person here trying to pretend she hadn't been asleep against his chest.
Then
Her hands shot out, grabbed Arthur by the wrist, and she dragged him toward the dance floor like an excited puppy with super strength.
"Were you dancing with me while I was asleep?" she teased.
Arthur followed with the resigned calm of a man who had accepted defeat before battle.
"No. I just kept you close. Unless you wanted these aliens stepping all over you."
Kara grinned, still slurring slightly.
"C'mon, Shadow Boy… dance with meee!"
Arthur planted his feet.
"I don't dance."
"Too late!"
She dragged him and Aliens cheered instantly.
They assumed this was a challenge.
Several even began placing bets.
Arthur stumbled caught himself right before hitting a floating projection then glared mildly as Kara twirled around him, laughing.
And Raven…
Raven simply facepalmed and walked after them.
She approached them passing the DJ: a tall, thin alien with crystalline skin, three arms, and an entire galaxy swirling inside translucent eyes. He slid his hands over his floating soundboard, weaving light and sound like he was painting with lasers.
He winked at Raven. Raven did not wink back.
She simply narrowed her eyes like she was trying to decide whether he deserved to be vaporized today.
On stage, Kara continued spinning Arthur in circles literally dragging him by the wrist like a cyclone of blonde chaos.
Arthur, dizzy and clinging to dignity, subtly used Ruler's Authority to stabilize the space around him, forcing the air to push back against her momentum just so he wouldn't face-plant.
Inside his head
Beru:
"Cool moves, my liege!"
Galatea:
"what.. I... I was about to say that! Damn you, stupid ant!"
Arthur's eye twitched.
Outwardly he remained stone-faced.
Inwardly he was two seconds from muting both of them for a week.
Then
The alien DJ roared into the mic
"GRAVITY NEUTRALIZATION! LET'S FLOAT!"
A shockwave popped.
Gravity shut off.
The floor released the entire crowd.
And suddenly
Everyone flew.
Kara launched upward like a fired cannonball.
"WOOOOOOOOOOOH!"
She spun like a starship doing barrel rolls, laughing with pure chaotic joy.
Raven floated gracefully, arms crossed, used to it just shifting her weight like she was gliding through water.
Arthur floated perfectly still.
Arms at his sides.
Expression flat.
"I refuse to participate in this, can't we just go somewhere else?" he muttered.
Raven drifted near him, her hair floating. She smirked, pushing herself forward with one small movement of her fingers.
She reached out a hand toward him.
"You're allowed to have fun, you know," she murmured. "Take my hand."
Arthur eyed the floating chaos.
He eyed the cheering aliens.
He eyed Kara slamming into a floating booth and ricocheting back into air yelling "YEAHHHHHH!"
He sighed.
But then he reached out
not for her hand
but for her waist.
He pulled Raven toward him, smooth and controlled, guiding her into a slow zero-gravity spin. Their bodies drifted close, their foreheads almost touching, her breath mixing with his in the warm neon haze.
Raven's eyes widened slightly.
Heat flushed across her cheeks barely visible.
Arthur whispered, "Happy now?"
Raven swallowed.
"…Perhaps."
Kara zipped past them upside down, spinning wildly with her hair everywhere.
"YEAHHHHHHH!" she screamed, then added, "THIS IS AMAZING!"
Arthur and Raven shared a look.
A silent, mutual:
'She's absolutely drunk.'
But Arthur didn't complain.
Because for once…
He was actually enjoying the nonsense.
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The music shifted like a slow exhale
from neon chaos to something soft, liquid, warm.
A low rhythm pulsed through the air, and the lights dimmed into cool violet waves.
Arthur and Raven drifted down with the rest of the crowd as gravity gradually returned.
His arm still rested around her waist, her palm still on his chest.
No words, just motion gentle, unhurried, nothing like battle or blood.
Raven tilted her head up, smirking faintly.
"Look at you," she murmured. "Dancing. In public. With me."
He huffed a quiet laugh.
"Too late for me to back down now."
Her fingers traced the edge of his jaw.
Her eyes calm, cutting, amused held his like she was reading every thought he wasn't saying aloud.
But as he turned with her in a slow step, his vision sharpened, Effortlessly.
The world broke into layers.
Color. Heat signatures. Bio-patterns. Movement trails.
And there past crowds of glowing-skinned dancers and aliens
Arthur saw someone hooded. Half-shadow, half-spotlight. Face hidden. Coat unmistakably Earth-styled, or close to it. A swagger almost rockstar in posture.
The moment Arthur's gaze touched him
He turned away. Immediately.
Arthur didn't tense.
Didn't pause.
He simply continued to dance, Raven still pressed against him.
Inside his skull:
'I think I know that guy...'
Not a threat yet.
But a thread. A loose one. A watching one.
He leaned down near Raven's ear, voice low and smooth.
"Let's get a drink. Sit for a moment."
She glanced up intuitive, perceptive, but didn't question it.
"Sure."
They stepped out of the crowd and into the metallic bar stools near a floating countertop.
A bartender with six arms, bioluminescent freckles, and eyes like molten chrome greeted them with a nod and handed over drinks that fogged at the rim.
Raven sipped hers, exhaled softly.
"It's good. Try it."
Arthur took the glass.
System notification flickered behind his eyes like a pulse of code.
[HARMFUL SUBSTANCE DETECTED.]
[NEURAL TOXIN NEUTRALIZED.]
[HARMFUL EFFECTS CLEARED.]
He swallowed anyway.
Surprisingly
It tasted like frost and fire.
He liked it.
And behind that taste, something else.
'Someone followed us here…
Or someone expected us. I'll find out.'
He felt it like a thread tugged in the background.
That hooded figure wasn't casual. He was waiting.
Before he could think deeper
Kara SLAMMED into him from behind.
He barely had time to steady the drink.
Kara wrapped her arms around him like a vine, cheek pressed into his shoulder, hair in his face.
"I LIKETHISSONGGGG!!" she declared to the universe.
Arthur caught her automatically, one arm around her back before she slid off the stool. She climbed no, oozed into his lap, half-sitting, half-sleeping, hugging him like a superpowered koala.
Her hair spilled everywhere, gold and soft, a hurricane of sunshine and alcohol.
Arthur blinked through it.
"How are you this drunk?"
Raven, who was elegantly sipping her drink, answered dryly without looking up:
"Because she currently has the alcohol tolerance of a toddler. No powers. No Yellow Sun powered Kryptonian metabolism. No sunlight to burn it out either."
Kara groaned into Arthur's neck.
"shuuup…"
She attempted a glare.
Failed spectacularly.
Then buried her face deeper into him.
Arthur's hand found her back automatically steady, grounding.
Raven watched them over the rim of her glass, eyes soft in a way she'd never admit.
Arthur didn't say it aloud.
But he felt it. Power, chaos and warmth all in one.
Two women he cared about.
And a mystery in the room.
The music continued slow and dreamlike.
The crowd a blur of alien color.
Kara's heartbeat slow against his chest.
Arthur's gaze was no longer on either of them.
His vision cut through the haze of neon and bodies.
Through masks. Through shadows. Through crowds.
He found him again.
The hooded figure half-turned, pretending to be just another face in neon haze.
But this was someone trained, someone trying not to be noticed. Someone who knew exactly who Arthur was.
Arthur's expression did not shift.
He simply exhaled and let his eyes burn violet.
'I'll find out who that person is… silently.'
He lifted a hand slightly almost casual.
Kara, draped over him, barely stirred.
Raven pretended not to notice, though her eyes sharpened at the edge.
Then Arthur spoke quietly, power threaded through every syllable
"Come out."
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