"So what do you think of the League?" Diana pauses where she is, pizza halfway to her mouth and hazel eyes fixed on her boyfriend. Her brow furrows in confusion and she sets the slice of cheese down on her plate, wiping her hands on a napkin as she thought over the question.
"What brought that up?" she asks, leaned back in the chair and watching Wally from across her table in her apartment, summer wind blowing in from the window.
"Well there was an attack yesterday and superman saved you, just wondering what you think of them," is the reply, and she turns her eyes to the ceiling. She had never discussed her views on the League with Wally, never needed to, never wanted to. Her thoughts on vigilante's and government officials were biased, she knew, and rarely did others share her rather pessimistic way of seeing things. And this man, the one in front of her, had always struck her as a tad bit optimistic.
"I guess- hmmm… I think that they've saved us more times than we know, that they don't get as much credit as they deserve, but I also think that they're people. That they're vulnerable to grief, fear, anger, ext. the same as us, and that with their powers that's a dangerous thing. So mixed feelings, definitely mixed," she looked back at her boyfriend and faltered when she found him staring at her intently, as if she was divulging the secrets of the universe. She couldn't help it, she laughed, nervously, but laughed all the same, "What's that look for?"
"That wasn't what I was expecting?" he offered, smiling at her. Diana rolled her eyes.
"And what was it you expected?"
"Something simple," she watched him shrug, lips pulling in amused smile.
"Me, simple? Oh love, you have to know me better than that by now," really, he should. She disappeared almost as much as he did and came back with various trinkets, sometimes bruises, sometimes small knick knacks, and whenever there was a 'vwoorp vwoorp vwoorp' sounding in the distance she would start grinning like a maniac and excuse herself. He had to have noticed that, if he could see small spats of blood on a crime scene.
"Good point. Okay, next question, who's your favorite member?"
"Ah, that's harder to answer. As someone living in Central I suppose I am obliged to say it's the Flash, but I also hold a great deal of admiration for Green Arrow and Batman," his face seemed to fall slightly and Diana drew her legs up under her, curiosity piqued.
"You're talking like you're from the-" he was cut off and a sigh slipped past her lips when his phone started going off and he gave her an apologetic look before answering it. It was brief, they always were, usually with a 'where?' 'Who?' and ending with a 'Be there soon'. Which is exactly how it went this time.
"I'm sorry," he started, looking helplessly at the electronic in his hand before the woman shook her head, smiling lightly at the rather normal occurrence.
"Go on, we'll heat up the rest of the pizza later, watch a movie maybe?" he was nodding, grinning at his girlfriend cheerfully as he grabbed his coat and yanked on his shoes before vanishing out the door.
The familiar sound of a landing time machine made itself heard and she looked up from where she sat, half a slice of the half gone pizza sitting in front of her. A blue police box made its appearance and she stood up, packing up the remains of her date and dinner before the door could open. And when it did out popped a floppy haired man in a tweed suit and bow tie, fez perched atop his head.
"Where are we going?" she asked, plastering a cheerful smile on her face and turning to the Time Lord in her living room. She was met with a wide grin and an open door as she crossed the tile to carpet.
"I was thinking we could visit Atlantis, before it sunk. What do you say?"
"I say, lets go."
