Part Nine of the Third Little Pig

"So then we went to another nightclub and danced the night away," Flash said. He leaned back on the couch, completely comfortable in the rec room of the Titans headquarters.

Nightwing glanced over at him. "So you are going to see her again?"

"Definitely."

Tempest looked up from his magazine, a National Geographic devoted to underwater life. "How you can even think about another girl when the two hottest women in the world live in the Watchtower with you is beyond me." He closed the magazine, added, "I think that my dad and Wonder Woman even had a little bit of a flirtation going, once upon a time."

Flash snorted. "Wonder Woman and Aquaman? I doubt it, Garth. She hates men, because of their pointy little parts. And Aquaman has one more pointy part than most."

Troia frowned. "I don't think that is true. She is probably just reserved around them."

Lifting an eyebrow, Nightwing wondered, "And how would you know?"

"I don't know," Troia said. "I just feel like I have a weird connection to her."

"I wish you had her fashion sense," Nightwing grinned. "I think even Batman is somewhat enamored of her bathing suit." He dodged the water bottle Troia threw at him.

"I think she makes a great statement," Troia defended. "An 'I am woman, and I won't bow to your ridiculous male determined sense of modesty, nor am I a sex object' statement."

"That might not be what she intends, but it's definitely what I'm thinking when I see her," Tempest said.

"Yeah," Flash said. "She's a brick house. She's mighty mighty, just letting it all hang out."

"She's 'a brick house'?" Troia repeated incredulously, unable to believe the sexist words coming from her teammates' mouths. Troia wouldn't wear a costume like that herself, but she didn't think Diana looked immodest. And there was definitely nothing 'hanging out'. The bustier stayed in place, somehow.

Troia wondered if she used some kind of superglue, or if Diana really was that…perky.

"The lady's stacked, and that's a fact," Nightwing said.

"She ain't holding nothing back." Tempest grinned, holding both hands out in front of him, pantomiming a squeeze.

Troia jumped to her feet. "That's because she's the one, the only one, who's built like an Amazon!"

The men looked at Troia's red face, realized that she was about to beat the crap out of them all, and scattered.

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In the Batcave, Bruce shook his head, wondering how the Titans ever managed to defeat body odor, let alone some of the more dangerous threats in the universe. He had a monitor link into the Titan's headquarters – he had to keep an eye on his protégé, after all.

"'Enamored of her bathing suit,'" Bruce growled scathingly. He was still smarting from Diana's earlier rejection of him – but he hadn't given up on her yet. "It isn't the bathing suit, Dick. Or, not just that, anyway. The clothes she wears, the sexy ways…"

"Make an old man wish for younger days, sir." Alfred appeared out of nowhere. Bruce had to acknowledge that he'd probably picked up that trick from his butler.

"I found bat-fur in my costume, Alfred."

"Then shake it down, shake it down, sir."

Bruce's lips twisted. Sometimes he was so clueless when it came to laundry and fabric management that he wondered what he'd do without Alfred.

"Thank you, Alfred."

A beep alerted him to an emergency unfolding in Gotham.

He pulled up the information on the huge Bat-screen. "Funky Billy Chin and Little Sammy Chung are starting a fight. Someone's going to get killed, so I've got to stop it. To the Batmobile!"

TO BE CONTINUED