A/N: Well I loved this movie, thought it was hilarious so I thought I'd write a fic about it. I'thinking I'm only going to write a few chapters so please review. If people like it I may write more.

Barcelona had always been a dream of hers. She had also always known deep down that the DEBS would never let her go to art school, she the Perfect Score. The paramilitary academy considered art a waste of time and energy and to even ask for leave for something so pointless and petty was ridiculous. Of course she thought the idea of falling in love with a supervillan, much less a female supervillan, was ridiculous. Lucy Diamond was like a legend, almost unbelievable in nature. It was safe to say that one would never meet someone like Lucy Diamond in their lifetime much like one wouldn't expect to meet the President or an A-List celebrity.

'I guess crazy shit can happen,' thought Amy as she got off her scooter at the marina. Lucy Diamond had hit her like a brick wall, no that's too innocent, like a box of fireworks just begging to be played with. But as the saying goes, when you play with fire you're going to get burned and she did. But Lucy being the person she was, wouldn't take no for an answer. Lucy had decided to give up her crime days and right after Amy left the DEBS, surprised Amy with tickets to Spain. Upon their arrival they went house hunting and successfully found a place to live that was close to the Universidad de Arte de Barcelona and the marina that Lucy had bought. Lucy had more money than Midas and it took Amy time to get used to the extravagant gestures of affection.

Amy laughed to herself about the changes that had happened the past year as she walked down the dock. She spotted Lucy on a magnificent and very large sailboat spraying the wooden deck with water. Amy often felt the need to pinch herself around Lucy to make sure that this beautiful woman was reality and not just some dream.

"Whose boat?" Amy asked. Lucy jumped and nearly fell of the boat catching herself on one of the lines just in time.

"Dammit Amy," she laughed as she stood back up, "you scared me!"

"No shit," Amy replied laughing. "But really, whose boat?"

"Well... as of about an hour ago... it's ours," Lucy smirked her iconic smirk.

"WHAT?" cried Amy.

"Yeah, well it was supposed to be a surprise addition to the fleet but I guess I failed," Lucy admitted.

"Lucy… you don't think we have enough stuff already?" asked Amy lightheartedly.

"Of course not!" Lucy joked as she jumped down off the new sailboat.

"What, you're not going to at least show it to me?"

"Nope, I still have a surprise," Lucy replied. Amy cocked an eyebrow and shrugged. The brunette just smiled and grabbed her hand planting a quick kiss to her lips and leading her down the dock away from the boat. Amy was quiet for far longer than Lucy expected so she broke the silence with one of her trademark looks.

"What?" the blonde asked.

"That's what I want to know. Why aren't you asking any questions?" Lucy replied.

"Look, I've been your girlfriend way too long to now know when you're trying to keep a secret. If I asked, you wouldn't tell me anyways so I'm just not going to ask." Amy grinned a sly grin at her own cleverness. Lucy smirked and nodded.

"Fair enough," she retorted. "Though, how am I to give you clues when you don't ask questions? How do you know when and where?"

"Well, I know it's at the sailboat and the time, hmm, probably 7 or 8 tonight." Amy countered.

"Am I that predictable?" Lucy asked. Amy laughed with her hand slightly covering her mouth.

"Oh, and my predictability is laughable?"

"No, no, it's just cute!" Amy exclaimed.

"Oh sure. You just want the surprise," Lucy shaking her finger at the other girl in a joking manner. Amy rolled her eyes and grabbed Lucy's hand back as the neared Amy's scooter.

"I can't believe I let you drive this thing," Lucy said aloud to herself.

"What? You've never said anything bad about it before. What's wrong with me driving a scooter?" Amy defended her little machine.

"It's just… a scooter… and… I don't know," Lucy tried to think of what exactly made her dislike the little blue Vespa. "It's… I don't know. I've never liked it."

"Well, then you can't ride it home with me," Amy said.

"As bad as I fell about not riding home with you," the raven haired sailor smiled, "I still really like my cars."

"Well I know that's one battle I'll never win," Amy laughed. "See you at home."

Lucy kissed her once more then headed over to the marina office to grab her keys. At her desk, if you could call it that, she left the maintenance boy a note to have someone wash the rest of the boat.

Driving home was Lucy's favorite part of almost any day, not just because she would see Amy. Lucy's love of cars started when she was a little girl. Her dad loved to work on cars in his free time and she had gone to car shoes around the world with him. When he died he not only left her the Reynolds crime syndicate but also his car collection which she had cultivated with some of her own choices. She like that she could drive a different car every day but she of course had her favorites like the Caddy. Today she was in a red Porsche 911 Carera S Turbo, one of her newest acquisitions. As she slid into the driver's seat and started the engine she grabbed her phone and called a caterer. Hanging up she dropped the clutch, slammed the car into gear and peeled out of her private garage.

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