Author's note: I finally saw Starcrossed. My fan fic seems horrible compared to it...so, sorry if this isn't good. But I accept flaming!!
Disclaimer: I don't own Justice League. I'd like to one day.
Chapter 7
Flash didn't seem to want to tell anyone about his mysterious love, but the members towered over him that he almost felt intimidated. He knew he had to tell them.
"I met her in Chicago when I went to get that foosball table. I asked her out and she said yes. On our first date I actually felt so entranced and I knew it was love and she told me that she felt the same way…" his voice trailed off.
"But then…Ultra-Humanite was in Chicago and he was stealing the diamonds to use that weapon on me. But he's dealt with me before and he knew I wouldn't go near him with that thing. So he used her as bait. I rushed over there to save her. Somehow, she knew that I was me. I mean, she knew that her love was Flash. Ultra-Humanite then told me mentally that she was working with him the whole time and spying on me for him. He shot out those diamonds at me. At first nothing happened, but then, I felt like my lungs had exploded and my legs were giving way, and I fainted and woke up here. I can't believe she did that to me."
Diana was afraid that Flash would start crying. He certainly looked on the verge of tears. But he maintained a straight face and there were no tears.
"Gee…buddy…I'm so sorry," Lantern said, putting his hand on Flash's shoulder.Flash just nodded.
"Well, you're getting a vacation even when you've physically recovered," Superman said, firmly. Flash smiled weakly.
"Let's go. He needs his rest." Superman said. "I need to speak to you, Diana."
Diana followed him to the monitor room.
"Arrange one final date with Fitzryers. Wear a wire and get him to admit to the counterfeiting. If you can get that on tape, we can shut down Fitzryers' microprocessors and put him behind bars for a minimum of 20 years. Diana nodded and picked up the phone. Before she started to dial however, Batman came in.
"Wait. I just want you to know that there's a fundraising gala tomorrow night in Gotham. Anybody's who's who will be there. And I bet Fitzryers will be there as well. He'll ask you," Batman said, looking at Diana for the first time since his outburst.
"Well, call him and let's see what happens," Superman said to Diana who began dialing.
Sure enough, Daniel Fitzryers did ask Diana to be his date for the gala. To her surprise, he also apologized continuously for being a jerk the previous night. When she hung up, they formed a plan.
"Diana can wear the wire, and the GCPD will be listening carefully. If he admits it, then it's all over," Batman said.
"How can you be sure that the police will even bother to listen?" Superman asked.
"Well, when you save the city so many times, they learn to trust you," Batman replied, calmly. Diana scoffed. Then, Superman left, leaving Diana and Batman alone.
Diana was going to thank him for getting her out of trouble the previous night, but before she could say anything, he faced the monitor and said, "Forget it."
It always amazed Diana that Batman knew so much about little things and how he could sometimes tell what people were thinking. It was as if he could read minds or something.
"How do you do it?" She said, knowing it was a very vague question.
"I listen and observe more than I talk, as I'm sure you've noticed." Batman said, quietly. "Is that what you meant?"
"It is," Diana said, playing with her hair. "So I guess that's what you were doing on the windowsill of Fitzryers' home."
Batman didn't say anything.
"You weren't going to let him do it, where you?" Diana found herself saying, or rather, almost yelling for no good reason. "You weren't just sitting there to find out the antidote, you were making sure that he wouldn't touch me."
"You sure seem grateful," he said, smoothly.
"I never said I wasn't grateful. I just think that maybe you did let desire get in the way of duty." Diana said coolly. Batman didn't say anything. She could see a muscle twitching in his cheek. She knew she had reminded him of his little outburst and she knew he wouldn't continue the conversation, so she headed back to her room.
The next evening---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Diana arrived at the entrance hall of the ball room looking stunning in a black satin gown. She even decided to put her hair up for the occasion. She wore a small brooch, where a small mic was situated. It was smaller than a pixel. Fitzryers met her there and gaped at her.
"You look beautiful," he said, taking her arm and handing her a dozen roses, which rendered Diana speechless. Out of nowhere, a dozen reporters swarmed them and cameras began clicking madly.
"Mr. Fitzryers! Who is this lovely lady you're escorting?" One lady asked.
"Have you any marriage plans with her?" Another reporter asked.
"Welcome to Gotham," Fitzryers muttered in Diana's ear. She couldn't help but laugh. He ignored the reporters and opened the doors to the vastly decorated hall where at least two thousand people were and couples were already dancing. The reporters had to stay outside.
"Here's our table," Fitzryers said, beckoning Diana forward. She sat down as Fitzryers introduced her to people at her table that she would forget by the end of the evening.
"Shall we dance?" he asked. Diana nodded and followed him to the dance floor.
"This will be a perfect evening," Fitzryers said, rotating slowly. Diana just looked at him.
"Diana…I was going to ask you at the end of the evening, but I just can't wait…" Fitzryers said, gazing at her. Someone tapped him on the shoulder.
"May I cut in?"
Diana's heart did a flip-flop when she saw that the person who had asked.
It was Bruce Wayne.