A/N: I threw in some Barry Allen here. Have I seen anything he's in? No. Do I enjoy him every time I encounter him in fic? Yes.
Diana had just finished a nearly three hour conference call with a potential department investor when her phone lit with an unexpected notification.
Familiar name, unfamiliar app.
She swiped, unlocked, and took a moment on her home screen to look at the little white cartoon ghost trapped in a yellow box that hadn't been there when she'd plugged the device in the night before. It could have been there in the morning, though. The phone had been practically an afterthought in her haste to get out the door, having had a few.. delays, getting out of bed.
(Okay, maybe just one delay. One very persistent, very attractive delay.)
Launching the app, she was greeted by more cartoon people. The one in the top left corner was clearly modeled after herself, and she could recognize beneath it caricatures of half the League, Lois, and Steve, whose name was accompanied by the words "new snap" and a small red box. With a smile, she tapped it.
A picture - and not just a picture, but a selfie - of Steve was smiling back at her from their bed, hair half in his eyes (and they really needed to do something about that, it had gone from endearing to downright unruly). Below his chin was a glowing red surprise? and a blue heart emoji.
Surprise indeed.
She snapped a selfie of her own, angling to catch the sun streaming in the window behind her. A very good surprise. Who showed you?
The next snap, his hair was pushed back, and he'd moved to the kitchen. Barry. He's trying to coax the rest of the League into making one. He wants a group chat.
That may not be a completely terrible idea.
As soon as it was sent, a different thread pinged with a message, one from Barry to herself, Steve, Vic, and for a second surprise of the day, Bruce. It was a picture of a toad on a sidewalk, captioned with what do you guys think he's thinking about? She closed out of the group with an ungraceful snort, clicking Steve's response to her.
You sure about that?
No.
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From that point on, there was a consistent stream of pictures sent back and forth. Captioned selfies, short videos slowly zooming in on each other from across rooms, and occasionally some not exactly safe for work snaps were sent day in and day out. It was a little ridiculous, and not always feasible, since they were in fact adults with distractions and responsibilities, but it was also somewhat of a novelty, a simple pleasure.
If they both had the yellow, then the red, then the pink best friend hearts as time went on, well, what else would anyone expect?