Carly woke the next morning to the less than soothing tone of Leo the cat's screaming meow. He had poised himself atop her bed's unused stack of pillows so that he could properly glare down his owner. She rolled over under the sheets and tried to ignore him. This might have worked were he not bellowing directly into her ear.

"Alright, alright, I'm up." She groaned, dragging herself into a sitting position. "Are you happy?" She stroked his head until he began to purr with approval. "I should have paced myself better, buddy. I had the weirdest dream." She massaged her eyes before throwing back the covers and getting out of bed. She poured a serving a dry food in Leo's bowl from a small bag she'd packed. She filled a second bowl with fresh water and give him a final pat on her way out of the room.

She followed the scent of breakfast into the kitchen where it was being prepared by Alfred. A large stack of a pancakes sat at the ready on a serving dish, while bacon and sausage fried in their respective pans. A pot of jet black coffee was being warmed in its machine. Alfred was pouring a thick mix into the waffle iron and adding the final touches to the morning buffet.

"Good Morning, Miss Rogers." He greeted as her frame came into his peripheral vision.

"Morning, Al." She replied. "This fresh coffee?" She reached for the pot without waiting for an answer. If there was one thing she could count on at the mansion it was that the coffee was always fresh. She looked over at the clock on the stove. It was a little past eleven in the morning.

"Where's Bruce?" She asked, pouring cream into her coffee. "He's usually up by now. Even on the weekends."

"He woke early this morning to finish some business downstairs. He's required to submit a report for the meeting tonight." Alfred turned his attention to the bacon that sizzling wildly.

"The meeting…"Carly brought her voice down to a whisper. "The Justice League meeting? You mean that wasn't a dream?"

"Which part was not a dream, Ms. Rogers?" Alfred turned off all the burners on the stove and looked at her.

"Well I thought I had a dream that at the party last night Bruce told me that he was Batman. We…we walked through the old grandfather clock and I met the Justice League and…that was all real?"

"As real as you or I, Miss." Alfred looked back at the waffle machine. His waffle was finished. The phone rang. Since Alfred was busy cooking, Carly reached over the island counter and answered the phone.

"Wayne residence…"

"Car, it's me." Bruce's voice interrupted. "I need you downstairs, quickly."

"Um, ok. On my way!" She put the phone back in place and explained to Alfred. "Bruce said he needed me in the cave."

"The cave, Miss?"

"Yeah, the 'Batcave.' Much better name than downstairs." She winked before briskly walking out of the kitchen. Down in the cave she heard Bruce talking to someone. She strained from the top of the stairs to hear them better.

"Hello, Carly." Clark Kent called up the stairs.

"Super hearing, right." She mumbled, climbing down the stairs. Clark was standing next to the Batcomputer dressed in his super suit. She'd read about the suit years ago. Since Superman had been one of the first heroes, there had been a lot of information about him published in the Planet. Now knowing him personally, Carly could guess why. From what she remembered, the "S" on his chest wasn't actually an "S" at all. It was a Kyptonian coat of arms. Specifically the house of El; Clark's Kryptonian family. Seeing him dressed this way, compared to the meek reporter she'd danced with the night before, made it easy to see how no one in Metropolis could figure out Superman's secret identity.

"Long time no see, Supes." She gently punched the alien's arm. Not that pulling her punch was really necessary, he was the Man of Steel. However, she was trying for a whole 'I'm totally not bothered that my childhood best friend dresses like a bat and hangs out with aliens in his basement' vibe. Because truthfully, what Bruce did with his free time was his business. Unless the kiss and confessions of love they'd exchanged last night wasn't a dream either, in that case they should at least set some dating parameters…some other time.

"I'm glad to see that you're still taking the news so well." Clark smiled. "Lois was worried you were in shock last night." Carly covered her face with her hands as she remembered her mildly embarrassing encounter with Lois Lane. She'd dragged the reporter out of the ballroom into the empty hallway and drunkenly went on for a solid twenty minutes about how they should start a Superhero Wives Club. Lois proved to be a very gracious listener.

"Please tell Lois that I am so sorry about that." She mumbled from behind her hand.

"I wouldn't worry. She told me when we got home that she found you quite charming. She's looking forward to setting up a meeting of the club. Whatever that means." He said.

"Can we get this over with?" Bruce growled. "We did have plans today you know. Here put this on." He handed Carly a small black mask. It was only big enough to cover around her eyes, but she put in on anyway.

"Why didn't I have to wear one of these last night?" She complained strapping the ill-fitting mask into place.

"Because only Diana, J'onn and Flash know about my secret Identity besides Clark, Alfred and yourself. I'd like to keep the list small." He explained, squeezing his head into his cowl.

"Aw, we're going back into the tube thing?" She complained.

"It's called a zeta-beam and yes, now get in." Bruce ordered.

"Batman's such a grump." She stuck her tongue out him childishly. "I like boozy Bruce Wayne better."

"I like Lawyer Carly better than out-of-the-office Carly. She doesn't complain so much." Bruce countered. She didn't have time to respond, he'd already typing in the Justice League coordinates.