Lunch had quickly become awkward.

For starters, Shining Knight wasn't at his table. Shining Knight was always at his table. They would talk, eat, and sometimes play chess. He was probably on a mission, Vigilante quickly guessed. Which made things a little easier than if, say, Sir Justin had decided to go eat elsewhere. He liked talking to Justin – he was his best friend in the league, after all.

The second thing making lunch awkward for Vigilante was the fact that the person taking Sir Justin's usual seat was Fire. Vigilante hadn't been on a mission with Fire yet, and, come to think of it, didn't talk with her much either. She seemed nice enough, though a bit intimidating with the clothing she decided to strut around in, but they just didn't know each other that much. Which left Vigilante trying to figure out why she would decide to sit with him.

"Hi, Vig. How are you?" She asked casually, her accent working through her words.

"I'm doin' jus' fine, Ma'am. An yerself?" He replied politely.

"Oh, I'm okay… except for one thing." Fire said, twirling a fork through a salad. Her eyes looked at the table lazily, before rising with a sigh to meet Vigilante's sight.

"An' what would that be, if'n ya don't mind my asking?"

"There's a problem." Fire said, twisting her lips. "And it involves you."

Vigilante looked slightly confused. "Is there anythin' I did wrong, Ma'am? Don't reckon I coulda bothered you somehow, 'less my memory is failing."

"No, no, you didn't do anything wrong." Fire said, reassuring Vigilante with a smile. "It's something else. I recently found out that some members of the league are, oh…they're making bets."

"An' these bets involve me how? I ain't been gambling."

"They're betting on you."

"Betting on me to what?"

"They're betting on you and Shining Knight."

"…They're betting on us to what?" Vigilante continued, still thoroughly confused. Fire sighed, and, quietly, tried to explain it to him.

"They're betting on you two, you know…being together."

Vigilante's first mental response was 'What? That don't make sense. Me an' Sir Justin are always together. We're on th' same mission, most of th' time, an' when we're on monitor duty, we hang together. That bet shoulda been won way, way back.'

Vigilante then had a second thought on what Fire meant.

"…Oh. OH." Vigilante said, blinking a few times. "Uhm, okay. I'm grateful an' all fer ya telling me that people are making bets an' the like, but I gotta know… why did ya tell me?" Vigilante tipped his hat up a bit and leaned in, curious.

"Because they're betting on me too, Vig."

"They betting on you an' Flash?" Vigilante asked, going on what little information he knew of relationships among the leaguers.

"No, they're betting on me and Ice."

Vigilante paused. And then he said "Oh," again.

"And, you keep this to yourself, while I actually am with Ice…" She said with a wink. Vigilante stood a little still, and nodded once. "They don't need to know that. And I think you agree that it's rude of them to bet on our love lives like this."

"Well, it is pretty rude of them, I agree, Ma'am…"

"Bea."

"What?"

"Bea. Call me Bea." She said.

"O-kay…Bea. Guess ya can call me Greg, then. But back to what I was sayin', it is rude, but I'm wonderin', what do ya wanna do about it?"

"I'm thinking a little mostly harmless payback." She grinned. "Are you in?"

Vigilante bit his lip, and relaxed his eyes. "I think I am, Ma-… Bea."

"Good. Now we just need to get Shining Knight, and I'll tell you the plan…"