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He shook his head at the sound of my cell phone ringing. I had found a ring tone of the opening theme song to the old Batman show with Adam West. When I found it, I had immediately down loaded it and assigned it to Ranger. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and flipped it open.

"Yo."

"Tank would like you to bring him a meatball sub from Pino's," Ranger said.

"Then I guess Tank should call me," I said and then hung up on Ranger.

"That wasn't very wise," my dinner companion said to me from the other side of the table.

"Just wait until you hear the ring tone that I gave Tank," I said as I held my phone high.

Moments later my phone chirped and then played a short sound bite.

Holy rusted metal, Batman!

He tilted his head back and let out a bark of laughter as I answered my phone.

"Hey, Tank," I said into my phone.

"What's he laughing at?" Tank inquired.

"Nothing. You want a meatball sub?"

"Please."

"I will if you quit watching me while I'm out on dates."

"Consider it done," Tank said and then hung up on me.

I chuckled as I put my phone back in my pocket and took a swig from the beer bottle that was sitting in front of me. I slouched down in the booth and smiled over at the man on the other side of the table. He was smiling at me as he pushed his dark brown hair out of his amber eyes. His smile was genuine and relaxed.

"Batman and Robin?"

"You know that I've thought of Ranger has Batman since the first day that I met him," I said around a bite of pizza. "It only makes sense that Tank is Robin."

"And the rest of us are just the Merry Men?"

"No," I said as I sat back up and leaned across the table. "The Justice League."

That earned me another laugh. His laugh was often infectious and I ended up chuckling right along with him. He reached across the table and cupped my face with his hands. He leaned the rest of the way across the table and captured my lips with his. It was a sweet, playful kiss that still managed to steal my breath. He had a wonderful way of making me feel like every kiss was the first kiss. He slowly ran his tongue along my lower lip and the pulled back as he released my face.

"So," he said pulling me out of my lust filled haze. "The Justice league?"

"Do you want me to tell you who every one is?" I asked with a little bit of excitement. I had spent a lot of time thinking about this during the last week of doing surveillance. I always got bored staring at houses all night.

"Sure," he said with an amused smile. "Tell me what you've got."

"Lester is Flash."

"Flash?"

"He's pretty quick on his feet and he definitely has the playboy thing down along with that lazy smile of his," I said as I grabbed another piece of pizza.

"Okay," he said after he thought about it for a moment. "I can see him as Flash. Who else?"

"Bobby is Kent Nelson. Doctor Fate."

"I don't remember a Doctor Fate," he said with a frown.

"He was a sorcerer that wears a golden helmet that his predecessor can speak to him through," I informed him as I threw my napkin on the table as a sign of surrender.

"Bobby's not a magician."

"Sure he is. He pulls things out of thin air all of the time. You just don't notice it," I said defensively.

"Okay. Next."

"You're gonna love this one. Junior is J'onn J'onnz."

"The martin with the cape?" he asked with a grin. "How did you come up with that one?"

"He's been working on the ESP thing. He's almost as good as Ranger. Plus," I said as I leaned forward, getting into the topic, "he can find anything."

"Okay," he said as he leaned forward. I had really gotten his interest on this subject. "What about Woody?"

"Woody is easy. He's Oliver Queen. The Green Arrow."

"He is good at archery," he commented. "That's a good one. What about Hal?"

"Hal and Cal are wrapped up together. They are Dove and Hawk," I said with a sheepish grin.

"Aw. Cal is Hawk, who is always ready for action. Hal is Dove, who is always trying to talk his way out of stuff," he said as amusement flickered through his eyes. "Although I don't think that Hal would be all that impressed with being referred to as a dove."

"Probably not. Binkie was a little more difficult."

"Binkie is kind of plain, isn't he?" he said.

"He isn't plain," I scoffed. "He has the ability to make himself blend in and disappear. He is Rex Manson. Metamorpho."

"Binkie isn't a shape shifter!"

"Simple technicality. He fooled everyone at Halloween when he dressed up as a woman," I pointed out.

He rolled his eyes and waved his hand for me to continue on.

"Vince is definitely Vic Sage who is The Question."

"He has the blank face down," he chuckled.

"Plus, he's nosier then hell," I added with my own laugh. "Brett was another easy one."

"Oh, yeah?"

"He's Vigilante."

"The cowboy?"

"That was a pretty obvious one. The light Texas accent and the fact that he can rope a cow…" I shrugged, "It was the only option for Brett."

"What about me?" he finally asked.

This was the one that I was dreading. He already had a sufficient ego. This was going to make his head swell so big, that I won't be able to get him out the double door. Let alone get him through my apartment door back at RangeMan. He was patiently waiting for me to label him like I had the rest.

"You're going to laugh at me," I said softly as I felt me face start to heat up.

"Sweetie," he said as he took my hand in his. "You have to tell me who you picture me as. I have to know who's shoes I'm trying to fill."

"Okay," I relented. "You're Superman."

"I can't fly, Sweetie," he said as confusion swept across his face.

"You may not be able to fly, but you do have a majority of his other qualities."

"Such as…"

"I know that you have x-ray vision because you always know the color of my underwear," I said quickly. "You have super hearing because you always hear me calling for you, even when I'm on a different floor. On top of all that, you are one of the strongest people I know."

He cupped my face with his hands and pulled me half way across the table. His lips crashed down on mine and I thought that my head was going to fly off. The kiss threw me off guard. It wasn't one of his normal sweet, tender kisses. This kiss was overwhelmingly passionate and strong. He broke the kiss and pulled back a hair so that his lips brushed against mine as he spoke.

"I'll be Superman on one condition."

"What's that?" I asked stupidly.

"That I can alter the name to SuperRam," he joked.