"Tell me again why we are doing this?" Diana asked flustered.

Shayera grinned. "We promised Bruce that we would participate in the golf Pro-Am that Wayne Industries puts on every year. It's for a good cause, so grin and bear it."

Diana gritted her teeth, and crossed her arms.

"You're just pissy because you don't golf worth a (bleep)." Canary laughed.

"This game is (bleeping) stupid." Diana mumbled.

Huntress walked over to Diana and handed her a club while holding another in her hands. "Here, let me show you. Stand like this." She spread her legs shoulder length apart. "Hold the club like this." She gripped the club at the handle and interlocked her pinky and pointer finger. "Draw the club back, and follow through." She demonstrated the motion to Diana. "It really isn't hard. Come on. Give it a try."

Diana nodded and walked up to the tee and set the ball on it. She spread her legs a little bit, and took a giant swing. And promptly missed.

"(BLEEP!)" she shouted.

The other three women stifled giggles.

"So…Diana…let me ask you something." Helena started.

Diana glared, "At your own peril Huntress…"

Helena took a couple of steps over and stood behind Dinah. "How is it that you can deflect bullets moving at ridiculous speeds but can't hit something standing still?"

"OH so you have jokes?"

Shayera chuckled, and stood between Diana and the others.

"Sweetheart, just try again."

"Why can't I just watch? Really, this is embarrassing. I don't want to be on Sportscenter for this nonsense."

"Look, no one is around, and this is just practice. So try again. It is for a good cause."

Diana stood still for a moment and then exhaled. "Fine, but if any of you jokers laugh I swear you will be walking funny with a club lodged somewhere uncomfortable. And don't think I will waste my time with the putter, oh no, someone will be getting a wood in the (bleep)."

Dinah chuckled, "A wood in the (bleep) huh? You realize that has a double meaning…"

Helena and Shayera instantly grinned, but Diana stood in her spot with a confused look on her face.

"God Diana, I swear, dick jokes are wasted on you!" Dinah laughed.

Diana scowled and approached the tee again. She took the stance Helena had showed her, gripped the club, and swung as hard as she could. The ball went flying off the tee.

"(Bleep!)" Shayera yelled.

"You were supposed to yell fore, not (bleep)!" Helena laughed.

"I don't think that ball has landed yet. Anyone?" Dinah was squinting.

"Oh, oh no…" Shayera answered. "I am pretty sure that landed in the sand trap. Two holes up."

"Is that bad?" Diana asked.

"That ain't good." Helena moaned.

Dinah grinned, "Tell you what Diana, why don't we put you on gator duty instead?"

"What the (bleep) is that?"

"Any balls that go near the water, you get gator duty. You see a gator and I get new boots. Capiche?"

Diana nodded and tossed the club over her shoulder. "Thank Hera. I can do that without this stupid thing."

As the women started to walk away, Helena turned to Diana. "Just say one thing for me."

"What?"

"Get your balls in the hole!"

"What?" Diana asked confused once more.

Dinah face palmed, "So wasted on her!"

A/N: Love golf, and Diana. Just don't think the two would mix. Let me know if you liked it!