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Diana stared open-mouthed at the sight in front of her in disbelief.

What in Hera's name was she doing? For the love of Tartarus, she could see their tongues! Feeling her stomach churn in disgust Diana helplessly watched as she tried to comprehend what was going on.

She didn't like Question. At all. Really, if there was a choice between being stuck in an elevator for forty minutes with her 'father' Hades or spending five minutes having the conspiracy theorist twist her mind with complex and bizarre theories she'd choose old Daddy dearest.

Okay, maybe that was a little extreme. But she really didn't like the man.

However she had to put aside personal prejudices aside and focus on her duty as the symbol of truth and justice and the height of feminine perfection and great boobs for the League.

Well, the last two were irrelevant. Good titles, but irrelevant nonetheless.

With the thought of her friend -well, co-worker- distraught over making a stupid mistake and being dumped Diana strode over to the two with purpose. Upon arriving she promptly crossed her arms and sent Helena and her, uh, friend the most parental you-my-dear-are-in-so-much-trouble glare she could muster.

If only Bruce could see her now.

"Helena!"

The brunette stopped her fervent show of affection and broke away. "Oh, hey Diana."

Hey Diana? Hey Diana! Did she have any idea what the Tartarus she was doing here? What she was throwing away? The ηλίθιος didn't even look overly intoxicated!

"'Hey Diana'?" She repeated in disbelief. "Helena, what in Gaea's name are you doing?"

The Italian rolled her eyes. "Washing my car. What does it look like I'm doing?"

How could she be so nonchalant? For Hera's sake she was practically having her way with the man right there in front of everyone.

"May I ask what the problem is?" The man she had been fooling around with asked, his hands still on her waist.

"She's seeing someone else!"

His eyes widened and he quickly looked at Helena for an explanation. She merely looked at Diana as though she was crazy and asked, "What?"

"You are involved with Question, are you not?"

"Um..." She opened her mouth to say something, but the man cut her off. "Not really your damn business, is it?"

Diana glowered at the pathetic excuse for a human being and said firmly, "Leave. Now."

"I don't think I will."

"Leave!"

"Diana! Come on!"

But the princess wasn't hearing it, and without a second thought tugged the man forward by his hand. He let out a slight gasp, not expecting her strength, and then quickly re-adjusted himself. "Don't touch me."

"Um, babe?" Helen said, worry tinting her voice. "Maybe you shouldn't-"

"Taking advantage of a woman in a club? Really?" Diana fumed.

"Apparently so."

Without a second thought Diana flicked the man in the head. Granted, it was with the strength a normal person would use to kill a fly, but Diana was no ordinary person. A moment later the man was on the ground groaning with a feisty Italian over him. "Diana! What the hell!"

"Language, Helen." She scolded, "Just another one of your many mistakes tonight."

"Mistakes? What mistakes?"

"As though you don't know!"

"Look you crazy bitch you can't go around punching people!" Helen yelped, dropping to her knees and pressing her hand on the man's head.

"You do it all the time!"

"Yeah, but it makes sense with me. When you do it it's like Gandhi smacking an infant." She remarked while checking out the bruise. "Shit, Diana. Damn it..."

"Excuse me for attempting to help you!" Wonder Woman cried, "Next time you decide to shall we say shop around I'll make sure to stay out of your way and let you ruin the only moderately sane-well, semi-normal-er, pleasant relationship you've ever had that didn't last a night."

"Christ, I'm going to kill this crazy son of a bitch." Helen swore under her breath, "Diana, how smart are you? Scale of Grundy to Batman?"

The Amazon's chest puffed out in confidence. "Quite intellectual."

"Then why are you so effing stupid?" She snapped, "You knocked out my boyfriend, damn it!"

"...What?"

"Q, you idiot." Helen muttered, smacking the man on the arm. "I can't take you anywhere!"

"What did you say?" Diana repeated once more. Hera, what was this?

"You knocked out Q, Princess Torpedo Tits, that's what I said!"

Diana was too stunned by the accusation to chastise Helen on her new nickname for her. "I did no such thing!"

Helena ignored her and turned back to the tall man sprawled out on the floor. "Vic, I swear one day I'm going to kill you if your damn paranoia doesn't get you first."

"Shh..." Q groaned, "Don't-...Don't say my name."

"Hm, that's a first from you."

"Helen!"

"See, that's more of what I'm used to hearing." Helen smirked teasingly before looking up at Diana and glaring once more. "Why are you stupid?"

"Stupid? I was merely trying to-"

"Can it!"

"What are you talking about? I don't have a can or anything to put in it!"

Helena smacked herself on the forehead and muttered something about Diana being all breast and no brains. "Whatever. Come on, Vic. Get your cute butt up."

"Aside from the fact I fail to comprehend how something used for sitting and ridding one's body of waste can be considered 'cute' please stop calling me that." Q muttered, sitting up and rubbing his head. "She'll hear you, Helen."

"Why is it an issue that I am able to hear you?" Diana asked with a frown.

Helena rolled her eyes. "He's worried you're going to figure out his identity."

"Most likely she already has." Q scowled crossly. "I'm sitting here without my mask on and you keep dropping my name willy-nilly!"

"Well what the hell am I supposed to call you? Rorschach?"

Vic glared at her. "Don't even start with that."

Helena narrowed her eyes. "Make me."

"Ahem, why exactly are you here, Question?" Diana inquired with a curious tilt of her head. "Surely you were not tailing your girlfriend to make sure she was being loyal, correct?"

The Italian let out a sharp, sarcastic laugh. "Yeah, right! You know how I found him?" She sent Q a glare causing the man to look down bashfully at the ground. "He was sitting on a chair with one whore on his lap and the other on his arm."

"I told you I was telling them about what the Conspiracy about strip clubs." Vic mumbled.

"Please, the only thing you were telling them was that they needed to-"

Wonder Woman decided to cut them off before the spat escalated to violence. "If you don't mind me asking, how did you end up *ahem* being affectionate on a coin slot?"

"Because Q dearest over here has a fetish he's in denial about when it comes to foreign women." Helen explained with a sigh as her boyfriend began protesting the accusation. "Oh, shut it. So anyways Q completely pissed me off so I went over there and calmly told the women to go away-"

"Her exact words were 'If you don't back the fuck off I'll slice out your implants'."

"-and after a little persuasion-"

"She took a spoon and knocked one of them out with it."

"-they left and I started explaining to him why I wasn't happy-"

"By yelling at me and threatening to slice of my testicles."

"-and it just...happened."

"It just happened?" Diana repeated dubiously. "Explain to me how two people go from fighting and preparing to rip each other's throats out to being locked in an embrace?"

"...Her accent's sexy." Vic shrugged, "Turns me on."

"And when Q gets all hot for me it's...hot." Helen added, "It gets me...frisky, which makes him even hornier."

"I don't get 'horny', I simply become...highly aroused."

"Mm, it's still a turn-on." Helen murmured, staring at the redhead she was seated on the floor next to mischievously and moving closer. "After all, the best part of fighting is the make-up sex."

Vic's eyes widened slightly, but narrowed with desire as he scooted closer as well. "Hurm, very true. Care to go grab a drink with me, ma'am?"

"Ma'am? Are we going to be strangers having make-up sex?" Helena smirked, "How does that work?"

"I'll show you after a few drinks." He winked, "As long as it isn't Budlight. You know what they do to their drinks."

"Hm...I like sexy Vic." Helena purred taking his hand and letting him lead her towards the bar.

Diana simply sighed and shook her head. Love was so strange.

But Question would always be stranger.

Kara poured another shot of Vodka down her thought and smiled at the crowd in front of her with her hands on her hips.

"Care for another one, boys?"

The crowd of men in front of her cheered and whistled at the blonde standing on a counter in front of them as her hands went from her hips to gripping the pole in front of her. Kara laughed and threw her head back before letting herself swirl around and down the bronze pole.

Thank Rao Clark wasn't here to see this.

The Argonian had her first sips of liquor -aside from old wine in Ma Kent's kitchen- and found it to be delicious. There were so many different flavors and each one was new to her. Some tasted like raspberries; others had traces of chocolate, a few with licorice, and others with the flavor of pure alcohol.

Kara had taken comfort in the fact that her metabolism and powers would keep her from getting drunk. What she hadn't thought of was that since she was from a different planet than Clark her abilities would be different, including her tolerance for alcohol.

Which was more or less how Kara Kent found herself pole dancing in the middle of a casino in Vegas.

The music pulsed through the room making the energy crackle. When it came to dancing Kara was hardly an expert, but apparently the trick to being a good dancer when you were female was to do nothing more than shake your ass and jiggle your chest as much as possible.

A pole was helpful as well.

Kara smiled in drunken satisfaction as members of the crowd began to call out.

"Woo! Look at her go!"

"Dance, baby girl, dance!"

"Gah! John, this isn't a kids place like the site said! Bobby, close your eyes!"

"But Mom! She's so hot!"

"BOBBY!"

"Whoa, what's going on with my wiener? It feels har-"

"BOBBY!"

Oh yes, tonight was one of the best nights she'd ever had in her life.

In fact the young woman was so immersed in her dance along with the attention she was getting from her fans that she didn't even noticed three new men enter the group.

Ted Grant, Wally, and Roy all laughed as they headed towards the table where some girl was dancing. Wildcat had been caught up in telling them a story about Dinah when she was little (a story Wally decided to use as blackmail the next time she tried to get him to go on monitor duty) before Roy began one of his own about a particular night he'd spent with Cheshire.

The three men had laughed as Roy went into detail about something the assassin had done in bed as they approached the table. Wally suddenly exclaimed that there was a super hot babe that looked like Power Girl pole dancing and all men quickly hurried themselves along to get there faster.

Kara laughed as a man tried to grab her foot and swung around on the pole once more. It occurred to her hazy mind that she could set him on fire with her X-ray vision, but she decided not to.

Maybe it was the numerous glasses of alcohol talking, but Kara hadn't felt this confident or good in a long time. Her looks were often overshadowed by Karen and her stupid enormous boobs, but at the moment it was her everyone wanted.

She was glad she'd had so much to drink.

Roy let out a whistle as he locked eyes on the body of the sexy little blonde on the table. He couldn't see her face, but she had a great body. She looked a little young though, but he brushed it aside knowing you had to be at least eighteen to get into this casino.

The resemblance the girl bore to Karen Star aka Powergirl was uncanny. She easily could have been her younger sister. Come to think of it, she looked a hell of a lot like Supergirl, too. Of course they were technically each other in a different Earth, the age was different. This girl looked much more like Kara than Karen, particularly in the chest area...

"Guys," Roy began, "This is going to sound crazy, but...I think that's Kara."

"Kara...Kent?" Wally frowned, "No, it can't be..."

"It better not be. Last thing I need is some panty-wearing boy scout telling me off for letting her act all easy-peasy." Ted scowled as they all looked at the young woman.

Oh please don't let it be Kara! Oh please don't let it be Kara! Oh please don't let it be Kara! Wally thought to himself frantically. Oh please don't let it be Kara! Oh please don't let it be-Oh tartar sauce.

A low groan emitted from the men as they realized it most certainly was Kara Kent dancing up and down the pole. Roy instantly felt his stomach churn as he realized he had been having naughty thoughts about Superman's kid cousin. If Dick ever found out about this...

"What are we supposed to do?" Wally asked frantically, "I mean do we tip her or call child services?"

"Can we call child services and give them a tip?" Roy murmured.

"Well while you two stand there staring at the woman I think I'm gonna do something about it!" Ted cried as he began to push through the crowd of men with surprising agility. After knocking yet another horny male out of his way he jumped on the table where Kara was dancing.

"Hey kid!"

"Hiii Teddy-Ted!" Kara grinned as she caught sight of the man. "Are you a ha-ha *hic* happy kitty cat today?"

"Girl, you're gonna get a whooping."

"Does the naughty little ki-kitten want to spank me?"

"I'm too old for this." Ted muttered, scooping the girl in his arms.

"Weeee!" The young woman screeched as Ted swung her over his shoulders. "Teddy bear, let's fly!"

Before he could reply, Supergirl had taken to the air and began to fly around the casino. "Woo, look at us go!" She screamed as Ted began to yell out in fear and gripped onto her waist as though his life depended on it, which it did. The elderly man looked down fearfully at the ground below him where civilians were pointing and screaming.

Ted thought they were idiots. After all, they weren't the ones hanging onto a drunken super-powered amateur stripper extraordinaire while soaring through the air. Cats may have had nine lives, but he was down to two for God's sake!

He hoped everyone came to his funeral dressed for boxing.

"DID KARA JUST KIDNAP TED?" Wally squeaked.

"WELL HE SURE AS HELL DIDN'T ASK FOR A RIDE! DOES THIS LOOK LIKE THE FAIR TO YOU? THERE ARE NO RIDES!"

"THAT'S NOT WHAT YOUR MOM SAID!"

"WALLY THIS IS SO NOT THE TIME!"

"Ha, this is so much fun!" Kara giggled as she tossed Ted into the air thus causing him to nearly lose his lunch. "Teddy, let's fly to Paris!"

"YOU GODDAMNED ALIEN PUT ME DOWN!"

"Is that a yes?"

"NO!"

"I gotcha!" Wally cried before bursting into a frenzy of speed, running up a wall, and grabbing Kara by her shirt with his hand. He pulled the blonde down with a screaming Ted barking something about dog-gone Metas before scooping Kara up in his own arms. "Got her!"

"Ginger! GINGER!" Kara shrieked, "HE'LL STEAL MY SOUL!"

"Oh, come on! I don't even have freckles!"

Wally's protest was cut short by Kara shooting him square in the ass with a red beam of heat from her eyes. He cried out in anguish as the smoldering energy collided with his skin and frantically grabbed his rear, dropping Kara. The blonde giggled in delight and fell onto the floor rolling over hysterically as Wally bawled over his scarred ass.

"Holy crap! How do I sit? How do I take a dump! Dear God, how will I attract women with my amazing ass in Spandex if it's scarred!"

"He's very fond of his ass." Roy explained to Ted.

"Well I was pretty darn fond of the floor!"

"What the hell is going on here?" Oliver Queen, appearing for the first time since they arrived, demanded as he stormed up to the men with his fiancé in tow.

Roy ignored him. "Hi, Dinah."

The gorgeous blonde smiled. "Hey, Roy."

"What are you doing here?"

"Oh, just having my bachelorette party."

"Really? That's great!"

"EXCUSE ME BUT MY ASS WAS JUST TORCHED BY SUPERSLUT OVER THERE!"

"What's he babbling on about?" Ollie asked.

"Oh, Kara got drunk, pole danced, took Ted for a little ride around the ceiling, and burned Wally's ass with her heat vision."

"Wait, Kara got drunk? How is that possible?" Dinah exclaimed.

"I have no idea."

"OH MY GOD, MY BEST ASSET! NOW WHO'S GOING TO WIN BEST ASS ON THE WATCHTOWER?"

"Um, probably Nightwing for the 5th year in a row." Dinah muttered.

"Okay you shut up!" Wally growled. "MY TATTOO, OH BALLS MY SEXY TATTOO!"

Suddenly, he looked at Ollie, unbuckled his belt, and ran towards the Emerald Archer. His sneakers skidded onto the tile as he swerved around and promptly yanked his pants down to his ankles and mooning him. "OLLIE! HOW DOES IT LOOK!"

"Surprisingly perky."

"I MEANT THE TATTOO!"

"Unsurprisingly stupid."

"Hey!"

"Wally, when did you get a tattoo?" Dinah frowned as she looked it over. "What did you all do?"

Roy sighed. "If you only knew the half of it..."

A/N I'm curious, is there anything anyone would like to see happen? I'd very much appreciate your ideas:)

A/N Review please!