A/N I own nothing, all characters belong to DC and Warner Bros.

A/N So, I was having a little chat with a reader and learned something pretty darn interesting: though Ollie is constantly being picked on by almost every writer on the site (including me) for being a cheater, he's only cheated on Dinah once. I don't know about you, but I thought it was way more than that. Is he a womanizer? Yes. But a cheating jackass? Not so much. Go figure.

Thanks for the reviews!

"But Barbara, you have to come to my party." Dinah complained into her phone, "It won't be a party if you're not there!"

"I told you, Di, I can't go." The redheaded woman replied, "I'm busy on a mission with Tim and the Titans."

"Oh, are you guys fighting Slade or something?"

"I wish. The Titans decided to go out for drinks after a battle, got drunk, and then got arrested for underage drinking."

"Seriously?"

"Serious as physics, my friend. So I, being the fabulous person that I am, have to go bail them out before Beast Boy turns into a rhino to try and stomp Tinkerbell and Tim gives up Bruce's identity."

"Who's paying bail?" Dinah asked curiously, "Is it you or Dick or-"

"Bruce, of course." Barbara snorted, "I told him if he makes me bail out his ward those photos of the cooking accident he had with Alfred are going viral."

"I thought blackmailing Bats was Catwoman's thing?"

"No, you're confusing blackmailing with flirting to get away with thievery." Babs quipped, "Anyways, I have to go. I'll still be at the wedding, I promise. But right now I'm needed to save the next generation of heroes from the clutches of cops."

"God help us when they grow up."

"Please, Beast Boy and Cyborg will never grow up. Bye Dinah."

"Bye Barbara."

Dinah sighed as she hung up her black cell phone in dismay. From across the room Ollie, who had been fixing his tie, looked up at his fiancé in concern. "What's wrong?"

"Barbara can't come; she has to bail out the Teen Titans."

"What'd they do?"

"Underage drinking."

"Poor kids." Ollie sympathized, "They can save the world and risk their lives but if they want to go for a drink after they get arrested. Tough world."

"I don't care about them! Well, I do, but I care more that Barbara isn't going to be here!" Dinah exclaimed, "Even Diana, who never goes to parties and is a virgin, is coming! But Babs, one of my closest friends, isn't. It just seems so wrong."

"It's wrong because you're focusing on the bad side, Pretty Bird." Oliver smiled as he rested his hands on her shoulders, "Think of the good things: Helena's planning it so you know it's going to be dirty fun, all your other friends are going, J'onn gave us the day off, and Kara's going to cover for you while you're away. But you know the best part?"

"What?"

"After we finish these little parties of ours you and I are going to be stuck on an island on the Caribbean all alone." He whispered into her ear, "Just you, me, and a bottle of coconut oil."

"Darn." Dinah sighed, "I wanted to bring my lingerie, but if it's just supposed to be you me and coconut oil..."

"Uh, maybe we can make an exception to what we're bringing." Ollie said quickly, "It's not like lingerie takes up too much room, after all."

"Good, that will leave room for my hair dryer, makeup bag, and clothes." She smiled brightly, "I was afraid I was going to have to leave it all behind."

"You tricked me!"

"No I didn't." Dinah said giving him a motherly pat on the cheek, "I'm just better at negotiating than you."

"Hence why we have three closets all full of your clothes. None of which were on sale, of course."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"If you were such a good negotiator why couldn't you get them cheaper?"

"Because, Oliver, I was too happy to be buying them then to be concerned about something as silly as the price." She pouted her lower lip and batted her eyelashes, "Don't you like it when I'm happy?"

He felt his resolve melt like butter when she did that, much to his disliking. Ollie had always been like putty when it came to woman (unless he was bedding them, in which case he was hard as a rock) and Dinah was no exception. "Of course I do, Pretty Bird. I'm only happy if my lady's happy."

"I'm glad you said that. You see I know I was only supposed to pack a small bag but Gucci was having a sale and..."

Ollie watched her list of what she planned on bringing grow and grow along with his dismay. At this rate he'd have to hire another plane just for her luggage.

It was one of the many times where he wished he had more resolve when it came to beautiful women.

An annoying buzzing sound reached Helena's sleeping ears prompting her to awaken and begin swearing heavily.

"Where the hell is that damned phone?" She grumbled to herself. "Vic! Where's my cell phone?"

The slumbering redhead beside her offered a noncommittal grunt in response and rolled over on his side muttering something about the evils that were Oreos and attempted to fall back asleep.

"Oh no you don't!" Helen snapped, smacking him on the shoulder hard enough to bruise. "Victor Sage, you better tell me where my phone is right now!"

"Jean pocket." Q yawned, sitting up and nursing his sore shoulder. "Thank you for the bruise, by the way. It should look stunning coupled with those scars on my back from your nails."

"Like you didn't love getting them." She smirked, but it quickly turned into a scowl as she leaped out of the couple's bed and began rummaging around the bedroom. "Where the hell are my jeans?"

Vic shrugged and lay back down on the bed, pulling the covers up to his shoulders and preparing to fall asleep as his girlfriend raced around the room like a chicken without a head.

"Q, where the hell are my jeans?"

"Shouldn't you know that? After all, they're yours."

"Well you were the one taking them off last night!"

A pause as he contemplated it. Then, "Living room couch."

Without a thank you she grabbed an over-sized T-shirt and threw it over her body as she bolted towards the living room. Another series of curses escaped her lips as she rammed her pinky toe against the corner of a wall.

"Don't you sound chipper this morning." Q commented from the bedroom.

"Screw you!"

"You did last night."

Resisting the urge to give him a good smack on the head Helena flew into the living room and began to search blindly for her jeans. She finally spotted them laying in a crumpled heap and without a second thought fell to her knees and began to dig around for her phone.

When she finally had the purple Droid in her hands she brushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear and said, "Hello?"

"Helena! Were you sleeping?"

"No, I was freak'n skydiving." Helen shot sarcastically, "Why the hell are you calling me so early in the morning?"

"Because I know how late you sleep during summer vacation and wanted to make sure you were up and getting ready for my party tonight." Dinah explained calmly. "So are you up?"

"Well I sure as hell am not talking to you in my sleep! What a blonde."

"Shut up and get ready. Seven hours should be just enough for you to prepare."

"Seven hours?" She repeated in disbelief, "It takes me fifteen minutes tops to get ready in the morning."

"That's nice but since it's a special occasion it should take you a little longer."

"True. Alright, I'll see you tonight. Bye, Dinah."

"Good-bye."

Helen hung up her phone with a satisfying click and trudged back into her bedroom. "Who was that?" Vic asked as she slipped inside the room and headed towards their bed.

"Dinah. She called to remind me that her party is tonight and that seven hours should give me just enough time to prepare."

"Seven hours? It takes you the amount of time it takes to fly from Florida to Alaska to get dressed?" He asked, "Women."

"Like men are so much better. Are you ready for Ollie's little get-together tonight?"

"Hurm, if by ready you mean prepared to be seduced by hookers and prostitutes, participate in activities encouraged by the Illuminati, and drink myself until I can't feel my own body then no, I'm not.

"Well I am." Helena announced as she flopped onto the bed and crawled over to her boyfriend's side. "I need a break from all the crap we normally go through on a daily basis, especially when we're in uniform."

"I suppose." Q conceded, "But in the meantime it would seem we have some spare time on our hands." He pulled her on top of him and rested his hands on her thighs, "Whatever shall we do with it?"

Helena looked down at him and suggested innocently, "We could talk about when our own wedding is going to be."

Vic froze and stared at her in horror. Though his blood had turned cold he found himself beginning to sweat. "...What?"

"Our wedding, baby doll." She cocked her head innocently to the side, "You do plan to marry me, don't you?"

"...Um..." His mind went blank as he searched for a decent reply. "...Walmart's been using their low prices as a lure consumers in and buy their cheap products that pay for Corporate America's plans!"

"I'm kidding!" She laughed, "Lucky for you, too! Your response sucked. Quoting a conspiracy, really?"

"Sorry, when my girlfriend suddenly begins to babble about marriage I tend to draw a blank." Vic scowled, "Don't ever joke about that again."

"Never?"

"Never."

"...Never as in until you buy me a diamond ring?"

"Helena!"

The Watchtower was silent save the noise of gloved fingers flying across a keyboard as Diana entered the room.

"You wanted to see me, Bruce?"

"It's Batman when I'm wearing the cowl, Princess. How many times must I tell you that?" Batman frowned as she strode towards him.

She glared at him and placed her hands on her hips, "Sorry, Batman. Sometimes I get a little too caught up with saving the world, ruling my people, and being a diplomat. I apologize if remembering not to call you by your birth name slips my mind."

"Don't let it happen again."

"Hmph." Diana huffed, "I take it you didn't call for me so we could sit here making conversation, did you?"

"No, I called you here in regards to the wedding of Ollie and Dinah."

She sucked in her breath. Was he asking her to go with him? Had the idiot finally realized after all these years that she, the most beautiful woman in the world, wanted to be more than friends?

"What about you and I and Dinah and Ollie's wedding?" Diana asked casually leaning up against the control panel and striking the most seductive pose she could manage.

"Well I was going to-...Why are you standing like that?" Bruce frowned, "You look like you have to go to the bathroom."

"No reason." She muttered feeling humiliated. No wonder her people were against men, just look what they made women do!

"Right...But back to what I called you for. You're planning to attend the Queen's wedding, correct?"

"Yes."

"And you don't want to see anything bad happen to them, correct?"

"Yes." Her heart pounded in her chest in anticipation. Come on, Bruce! Ask me, Hera dammit!

"I need you to go to Dinah's bachelorette party and make sure it doesn't get out of hand." Bruce said tonelessly.

"...Excuse me?"

"I need for you to supervise Dinah's little party while I do the same for Oliver's." Bats repeated, "I would've had Babs do it but she's got her hands full with the Teen Titans."

"You called me here to ask me to stake out a party?" Diana frowned, "Why in Hera's name would I do that?"

"Oliver isn't exactly famous for his will when it comes to women." Bruce explained, "He loves Dinah and I don't doubt that, but I don't want him to feel too tempted during his last few hours of bachelorhood. I'm going to tag along so to speak to keep an eye on him."

"What does this have to do with Dinah?"

"I want you to go to her celebration and do the same. I trust them both but when it comes to alcohol and strippers everyone tends to get a little crazy. Especially if Helena's going to be there."

"I see." She nodded, "But is that all you have to ask me?"

"No, one more question."

Diana inwardly breathed a sigh of relief. Thank Hera he was going to ask her now. After so many years of being patient Bruce would finally get his act together and ask her to go to the Queens wedding together. "Yes, Bruce?"

"Do you have your own surveillance equipment or do you need to borrow mine?"

"..."

"What?"

John Stewart slid on his black boots and adjusted his power ring as he sat on the foot of his bed.

"John are you ready to-Oh, come on!" His girlfriend exclaimed as she saw him slide on his uniform "John, you promised!"

"I said I'd go to Queen's party if I wasn't busy."

"So why aren't you going?"

"Because I'm busy."

"John!" Mari cried, "What are you busy doing?"

"Patrol."

"Are you serious?"

"Of course." John replied, "Mari, when am I ever not serious?"

"Apparently never."

The accusation in her voice went unnoticed by the ex-Marine as he continued, "Exactly. Why does it even matter if I don't go to this stupid party? It's not like Ollie and I are great friends or anything."

"Would it kill you to miss patrol just once?"

"It's not me I'm worried about, Mari. I'm afraid someone else will get hurt."

"Ah, I see." She lied. "Well, I have to get going. Have fun patrolling while I watch men in Speedos do the wiggle."

"What?"

"It's when they wiggle their dicks around, Hon. It's not that hard of a concept." Mari explained politely.

"Why the hell would you want to watch that?" John exclaimed.

"Because, John, it's nice to see a guy who's bigger than three inches every now and again." Mari snapped as she headed for the door. And with that statement in mid-air, she exited the room with a slam.

"You ready yet?"

Vic ignored the question and stood in front of the mirror with a scowl on his face as he tried to tie his tie. One would think that after wearing one everyday for almost five years he would have been able to do it in his sleep, but Q had so much on his mind he could never fully concentrate on anything but the Conspiracy.

Helena walked up behind him and touched his back, "What's on your mind?"

"Hookers, the Conspiracy, the truth about butter, you, this damned tie, and Oliver." He replied in one breath, "Do I have to go? Doing so seems so...trivial."

"Sorry babe, you have to go." Helen told him as she fixed her hair and puckered her lips. "We need someone to watch Ollie, after all."

"I suppose. But why can't Bruce just do it?"

"How the hell should I know? Aren't you supposed to be the master of knowledge or something?"

Q fought back the first answer that popped into his head and tried to concentrate on his tie. He knew Bruce was only going so he could watch Ollie and make sure the archer behaved himself, but he also knew Helena was going to force him to go against his will.

Though he had certainly endured things worse than a billionaire playboys party, Vic would have been a hell of a lot happier sitting home and going over Conspiracy notes. Or better yet spying on the women and making sure Helena behaved herself as well. It wasn't that he didn't trust her, because Q did. No, he was worried because he knew there would be drinking going on and Helena had mentioned male strippers.

He remembered a story Ollie told him about an ex-girlfriend he'd had in college when he was younger. According to Queen things had been going pretty great until she cheated on him with a dwarf stripper.

Having his girlfriend get drunk and sleep with a midget wearing a cowboy hat wasn't on Vic's list of things to do this week.

"Helena..."

"Yes?"

"Please don't sleep with a midget stripper this weekend."

"Um, I'll try to control that urge to do so." Helena blinked, unsure of how to respond.

Sometimes she wondered just what went through that man's head.

"Well doesn't someone look sexy tonight?" Ollie whistled as Dinah sauntered into the room.

She smirked at him and placed a hand on her hip, "I'd better. Do you know how long it takes me to look like this?"

Ollie checked his watch and frowned, "Apparently too long. We're going to be late."

Dinah gave him a quick kiss on the cheek to which he responded by giving a cheek of her own a little squeeze. Dinah smacked his hand away and grinned, "Not that cheek, dummy. The one on my face."

He smiled an insufferable little smirk, "You want me to kiss them both so it's even?"

"Pervert." She laughed, "Ollie...you promise you're going to behave yourself, right? I know how you get with women sometimes and I-"

He put a finger over her lips and kissed her hand. "Don't worry, pretty lady. This guy's got some self control, you know."

"I know."

"Good." He replied giving her one last kiss before stepping away. "I'll see you later!"

The last thing he saw before being teleported away was Dinah waving good-bye as his molecules were ripped apart and put back together at the speed of light. When he opened his green eyes he found himself staring at the grinning face of Wally West, a scowling Bruce Wayne getting lectured on just who really made his suit by an unmasked Vic Sage, Roy Harper attempting to smile and doing a decent job of it, Greg Saunders humming a tune under his breath, and Ted Grant telling him to cut the country crap.

"Hey, Ollie's here!" Wally cried as he ran over to the blonde man in a blur. "Hey buddy, what's up? Got any food on you by any chance? I mean rich people always have food on them."

"Not rich women, have you seen those skinny little bodies?" Roy piped up, "Paris Hilton looks like a walking skeleton."

"Well I, being a man, happen to have a candy bar." Ollie chuckled as he dug the bar out of his pocket and handed it to Wally. "Here you go."

The redhead looked over the bar and balked. "Sugar-free no-carb extra-protein glutton grams? What the hell is this!"

"They're a new company making candy bars that are not only better for your health but the environment." Ollie explained proudly, "Queen Industries is going to mass produce them."

"Don't count on selling a ton." Roy muttered under his breath.

"Hm...The candy offers no desirable flavor at all yet is still manufactured and purchased because of its 'environmentally friendly' claims." Vic murmured to himself, "Has to be a Conspiracy by EPA, it has to be."

"I didn't know the 'green' in Green Arrow was referring to veggies and health nut food." Wally muttered, "I have to say I lost a lot of respect for you, Queen."

"Shut up, West."

Oh yes, tonight would be an interesting one to say the least.

Dinah Lance glanced around in search for her guests as she made her way down the street of a crowded Las Vegas road.

Maybe this whole thing was a mistake. What if no one showed up? Or worse what if everyone showed up and had an awful time? Oh God, what if this whole thing ended up being a disaster?

Get a grip on yourself, Dinah. Everything will be okay. And you know what? Even if it this party blows you can just kill anyone who says it. Yeah, it'll be fine. Just threaten everyone to have a good time or die.

The thought cheered her up slightly as she impatiently tapped her foot. Finally, after a series of homicidal thoughts and glances at her watch, she saw a figure in a top hat walk up to her.

"Dinah? Is that you?" Zatanna asked curiously.

"Of course it is! Who else would it be?" Dinah exclaimed.

"Well this is Vegas." The sorceress shrugged, "We have hookers, strippers, exotic dancers, cocktail waitresses, and just plain skanks running around with blonde hair and short dresses."

"...You thought I was a stripper?"

"Of course not!" A pause. "I thought you were a hooker."

"Hey!"

"Oh come on, Di." Zee frowned, "You spend half your time running around in black leather, fishnets, and a corset. Are you really going to tell me this is the first time you've been mistaken for a hooker?"

"Yes!"

"Oh." Zatanna blinked. "Huh, I guess I'm sorry, then. But what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at your party?"

"You mean we're not meeting up somewhere?" Dinah asked in confusion.

"No. Huh, I guess that's why everyone's wondering where you are."

"What?"

"Helena said forgetting to come to your own party must have been a blonde thing, but Diana was worried you got kidnapped or something." Zee continued, "You might want to get over there soon."

"Go where?" Dinah cried.

Zatanna rolled her eyes in the universal 'what a blonde' gesture and took out her wand. She waved it around the two twice and said firmly, "ecalaP lartneC tsaE eht!"

Moments later the two women were standing in front of a building baring the name Grand Central East Palace. "Wow." Dinah murmured, impressed by the building. "Helena wasn't kidding when she said this place would blow you away."

"You and your fiancé's wallet." Zee smirked, "Come on, I want to get inside so I can flirt with the waiters before they see Diana."

At Dinah's stare she simply shrugged. "What can I say? Men kind of go crazy for the most beautiful woman in the world. Hm, maybe I should unbutton a few buttons on my outfit."

Dinah closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and prayed that tonight wouldn't end in drunken disaster.

A/N Pretty much everything up until this point has been leading up to the main plot with a little bit of humor. Next chapter is when we get down to business and this fic really begins to get good *evil smirk*.

A/N Reviews are always appreciated:)