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

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In a large casino in Vegas, two separate groups were about to merge into one.

Unknown to the two parties, they had coincidentally (or if you asked Question, purposely by a higher power) chosen the same casino in the same city to get wild in. Of course it could be argued that perhaps Batman had planned the entire thing, but since there was no proof no one dwelled on it.

Wally and Roy wandered through the crowded hallway armed with two bottles of beer between the two.

The former Speedy looked at the redhead and raised an eyebrow. "Are you even old enough to drink that?"

"What, a beer?"

"Yeah."

"Of course I am!" Wally exclaimed, "I'm twenty-two!"

"Yet you act like you're five."

The two ignored the man standing against the wall with his arms crossed, an array of tools and needles behind him. "You guys want a 'tat?"

"No thanks." Wally replied before turning back to Roy. "What do you mean?"

"Wally, I love you, but you're like an overgrown child."

"What! No I'm not!"

"Yes, you are."

"Am not!"

"That's exactly what a child would say."

Wally scowled at him. "Oh, come on! I am not an overgrown kid!"

"Wake up and smell the roses, West. You might as well be five."

"Yeah, well you're a bigger one!"

"That makes no sense."

"That's not what your Mom said!"

Roy rolled his eyes at his friend. "You're an idiot."

Wally crossed his arms over his chest and pouted his lips in response. Stupid Roy calling him a baby. He wasn't some little kid in the body of an adult, he was a man! So what if he still played with Legos and race cars, they were so much fun!

Still fuming about the audacity of it all Wally finished downing his beer. One of the pluses to super speed was his metabolism burned off alcohol at a fantastically high rate. He could drink as much as he wanted and have zero trace of a hangover.

He was just that awesome.

"You know if anyone's a kid it's Clark." Wally frowned, "The guy is a total boy scout. Wonder if he knows how the birds and the bees work..."

"Seeing as how he's over thirty I would assume so. Plus he's got that X-ray vision. Damn, if I had that I wouldn't ever have to buy a Playboy again to stare at a woman's chest."

"But what if you couldn't control it, huh? You would see ugly chicks too."

"And other guy's junk." Roy agreed, his eyes widening in horror before he quickly added, "Not that you would mind."

"I am not gay, Roy. For the last time I like screwing women!"

"Denial!"

"You know what Roy, you're right. I am a five year-old, a gay five year-old! I AM A GAY FIVE YEAR-OLD WHO LIKES MEN!"

A spell of silence fell upon the crowd in the noisy casino as everyone inside stared at Flash wide-eyed. The group of women who had been standing by Roy and Wally awkwardly scooted away as the crowd once again began to talk among themselves, particularly about a certain redhead.

"Can you believe some people? Joking about child molestation, God."

"Someone forget their meds this morning."

"Do you, like, think he really is? I mean I can never tell with guys."

"He does give off a vibe."

Wally groaned and covered his face with his hands. Good thing Linda wasn't here otherwise she would have never let him live it down. If one more person referred to him as gay, a child, or any combination of the two he was going to throw a fit.

Unless it was Roy. He didn't care what Roy said unless it was about his Flash Van aka the sexiest thing on wheels. Really, the Batmobile had nothing on that sizzling hunk of metal sitting in his garage.

So what if he had super speed and no real need for a vehicle? That baby was his pride and joy and as long as it went without an insult Wally would be fine.

"-So immature, almost as much as your stupid van!"

Wally snapped.

"Take it back!" Wally barked, pushing his friend against the wall. "Do it!"

"This is so not helping the gay theory, West."

"Roy..."

"I'm not going to take it back, Wally. Now let me go."

Wally released him with a scowl and glared at his friend. Roy responded by ignoring the look on his face and rubbing his neck sorely. Stupid Wally trying being all sensitive and hurting his neck.

"Take it back!"

"No, I mean I'm not going to lie!"

"It's not lame it's cool!"

"Cool as fire!"

"Unless you mean that it's hot I'm going to be pissed! Take it back, Roy!"

"Wally, I'll only take it back if you..." He searched around aimlessly for something to barter Wally with. Something good. The archer's eyes locked onto the man in the corner smoking a cigarette in front of a portable tattoo parlor.

Roy Harper smiled.

"Well I have one idea..."

Diana didn't quite understand what Zatanna was asking her to do.

"Just be my wing girl, okay?" Zee pleaded, "I just need someone to help me out here. Plus, if you do I'll help you out."

"Help me out how?"

"You know..." The sorceress trailed off hoping the innuendo was clear. "You help me find a guy, I help you..."

"Are-...Are you suggesting you will have sex with me if I help you find a man?" Diana gasped.

"What? No!" Zee squealed, "Ew, no! No way in hell! I meant I'd help you find a guy too! Get your mind out of the gutter!"

"That is what it sounded like!"

"To a pervert!"

"I am not a pervert!" Which was quickly followed by, "And why exactly is the thought of having intercourse with me so revolting?"

"Di, I like guys, not women." Zatanna explained, "Just because all women are lesbians where you're from doesn't mean they do elsewhere."

"Themiscyra isn't like that at all!"

"So, what, you just don't do anything but learn to fight? What is the point of that?"

"To defend our home!"

"Pft, sounds to me like you just need to get out your tension." Kara snorted as she walked up to the two older women. "Really, if that stick up your ass was any bigger you would split in two."

"Kara!"

"What?"

"That's a horrible term!"

"...Getting out your tension?"

"I think she meant the thing about the stick up her butt." Zee piped up.

Diana covered her hands with her ears and groaned. "For Hera's sake, this is awful! I promised Bruce I would take care of you and make sure none of you got into any trouble!"

Zatanna frowned. "What exactly have we done wrong, Diana?"

"You are all acting like immature teenagers who cannot control their hormones!"

"Hey! I didn't see you acting all uptight and close collared when the guys were stripping for us!" Kara cried, "You were practically giving lap dances to SuperSpeedo and Buttman!"

"I-well... That doesn't count!"

"Bullshit!"

"What?"

"You heard me!"

"What does bullshit mean?"

Zatanna groaned and smacked her forehead with her hand. "Ekas skcuf rof! Someone get her a modern dictionary!"

"So," Roy grinned as he smacked his friend on the back with his hand. "You feel like a man?"

Wally let out a moan of indignity and rubbed his lower back painfully. "I can't believe I let you talk me into that..."

"Oh, come on! Linda'll love it!"

The redhead raised an eyebrow. "You think?"

"I know. Chicks love tattoos."

"Well yeah, but she might lecture me about the whole split decision thing."

"So what if you got a tattoo at a casino in Vegas from a mysterious figure in a corner?" Roy shrugged, "Like I said; chicks love tattoos."

A hopeful pause. "You really think so, Roy?"

"Of course." He assured the other man. "After all, what women wouldn't want her boyfriend to have a tattoo of the Flash Van on his ass?"

"I'm telling you, Di. You really need to lighten up and have one of these." Helen said as she dangled a Raspberry Rickey drink in front of the blonde's face. "Loosen up."

"Loosen up? Helena, do you have any idea how much of a disaster this is turning into?"

"Apparently not."

The blonde sighed and shook her head. Her friend just didn't understand what made a party good and what classified it as a disaster. Sure, she'd had a few laughs over the men in the strip club, but other than that it just wasn't anything special.

Between Diana being everyone's mother, Fire flirting with anyone who had a dick, Kara being rebellious and dirty, Zatanna...well, Zee hadn't done anything too bad yet, Mari acting nothing short of murderous, and Helena simply being Helena this hadn't exactly gone down as she planned.

It saddened her to think this was how her last nights of being an unmarried woman were going to be remembered. Nothing more than drunken shenanigans and mishaps.

Sure there would be some funny memories and thoughts, but Dinah wanted it to be special. While she herself was having a great time, she wasn't sure everyone else was.

"You know what you need? To get your flirt on."

Dinah stared at her friend in disbelief. "Are you insane? I'm getting married in a few days!"

"But you're not married yet, are you?" Helen asked, "No. Nothing will boost your confidence up like having some guy hit on you, Di. Go for it."

Dinah sighed and looked around. "Helen, the only cute guys around here is the one who won't stop winking at you."

"Well..." Her smile faltered, "Ugh, there's a big group of sluts just packed in here like damn sardines. They're crowding one guy over there, but there's gotta be another one here..."

Canary once again sighed. "Look, I'm going to go get a drink. Don't get too drunk and sleep with some random guy, okay?"

"Hey! I'm with Q now, Dinah. I don't do that anymore."

"Hm, just remember that." The blonde replied, grabbing her purse up and heading towards the bar. Maybe Helen was right and she needed a drink. Hell, a drink sounded pretty damned good right about now.

With the promise of alcohol awaiting her, Dinah headed to the bar and took a seat on a stool. "Martini, please."

"Dry?"

"Yes."

She leaned forward and put her elbows on the bar stool, resting her chin on her hands. Dinah ignored the men staring at her. Just because she was blonde didn't mean she was stupid. She knew she was an attractive woman and in the little black dress she was in now she looked stunning.

Maybe she could get a guy to buy her a drink just for the hell of it.

Not too far away, a thirsty Oliver Queen was making his way over to the bar in search of a beer. He was just beginning to approach it when his eyes locked onto some sexy little blonde with killer legs and a nice ass already seated down.

Ollie knew he was getting married in a few days, and he definitely knew he loved Dinah. He also knew that he wasn't planning on doing anything with this ridiculously sexy woman tonight. This was just going to be for kicks.

The archer just hoped she looked as good in the front as she did from the back.

"Ahem, care if I sit here?" Ollie asked, not waiting for a response as he took a seat.

The blonde looked up at him and when he realized who it was Oliver Queen almost pissed his pants. "What the-! Dinah?"

"Ollie?"

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"Me! What are you doing here?" Her eyes narrowed suspiciously. "You weren't spying on us, were you?"

"Do I look like Question to you?" He snorted, "But oh, let me tell you. I was spying on you so I figured I would just go up to you and talk to you so you wouldn't catch me."

"The sarcasm's not appreciated, mister." Dinah scowled, "Even if you do look cute when you use it."

Ollie grinned and gave her a quick kiss. "So whatcha doing here, Pretty Bird? I thought you and your lady friends were having a party."

"We were, but we all split up once we got here." She explained, "What about you?"

"Same thing, 'cept we did it on purpose."

"Why?"

"There's only so much of them I can take."

Dinah laughed, but it suddenly halted. "...You weren't trying to pick me up, were you?"

"Nah, just thought I'd have a little fun before I got hitched."

"It better not have been fun in bed."

"Please, the most fun in bed I'll ever have in bed is when you do that thing with your-"

"Okay, we can stop talking now." Dinah said quickly, her face reddening. No need to share that information with everyone else craving a drink.

"Fine, but you owe me." He smirked, "Hey, where did all you friends go to?''

Dinah shrugged helplessly. "I have no idea."

Wonder Woman hadn't felt like so much of a failure in a long time.

Not only was no one listening to her, but the women she was supposed to look out for refused to obey her rules and were acting completely immature. Honestly, their eagerness to sleep with men was a disgrace to females everywhere.

Though she had to admit a few certain male strippers were rather attractive...

But that was beside the point. Bottom line was that Bruce had asked her to make sure everyone behaved, and as far as Diana was concerned she was doing a poor job of it.

Not to mention she had no idea where half of them went.

Having grown-up on an island, Diana was a pretty damn good tracker. Hera had blessed her with more than good looks, and she was also very smart. With these skills in mind, Diana set off to go round up the other party guests.

Zatanna and Kara were still where they were before, so that only left Fire, Helena, Dinah, and Mari missing. Dinah was of course was her priority at the moment seeing as she was getting married in a few days. After all, if Dinah did something she regretted Diana would blame herself. Fire and Mari weren't quite as important since Fire wasn't with anyone and Vixen's relationship with John wasn't exactly doing too well.

Actually, Diana decided, Mari might be just as important as Dinah to find because of that. Plus there was Helena. Even though the Amazon knew she was happy with her kook-er, man, Helen wasn't exactly famous for being uptight when it came to men. Add alcohol to the mix and you had a very distraught princess searching for three friends.

Well, a friend, a co-worker, and a frenemy. Personally Diana wanted John to go out with Shayera again, but she tried to ignore her biased opinions and do what was right.

Diana might have been tall, but she still needed to crane her neck to see people in the crowded casino. How hard should it have been for her to find three women who looked like Victoria Secret models?

Then again, she was in Vegas.

How in Gaea's name was she supposed to find them? Scowling, she glanced over at a couple having a heated make-out fest on a slot machine and over to a bar before pausing.

Wait, what?

She quickly turned her head back and let out a gasp as she got a better look at the couple groping around on the machine. Her eyes widened in horror and her stomach dropped as she realized who it was.

It was Helena, perched on the colorful machine with her arms around some man's neck, her back and ass covered in his hands, and her lips smothering his own as she fervently kissed the man.

A man who wasn't The Question.

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