A/N: I own nothing. Batman vs. Captain America. Swedish fish vs. shrieking eels. The Flash pads his résumé. And yeah, I wedged a little BMWW fluff in there. It's my fic I do what I waaaaant.

"Alright," said Superman, moving to conclude their weekly meeting. "I think that hits all the important points. Anyone have any other orders of business?"

"So glad you asked, Supes," said the Flash. "How's next Thursday for our first League Movie Night?"

Clark had honestly not expected an answer. He knew they'd been tuned out for the last fifteen minutes at least, because he'd been waxing at length on Patagorkan zoning regulations. It was an imperfect revenge.

He scrambled for enthusiasm. "Wow. Excellent follow through, Wally. I must admit, movie night slipped my mind."

"I hope our popcorn budget didn't slip your mind."

"And soda," Shayera stage-whispered.

"Of course not," lied Clark.

"How do you guys feel about The Avengers?"

"Yes," said Wonder Woman, a little too quickly, turning slightly pink under the sudden scrutiny. "I like Captain America," she said meekly.

Batman sat back and crossed his arms, impassive.

"Huh," said Shayera. "I thought for sure you would have gone for Iron Man. Billionaire playboy in a superhero suit?"

"I already have one of those," Diana said airily.

Superman waggled his eyebrows. "You know, Di, I get a lot of Captain America comparisons."

"You could pull off the costume," she mused. "He's prettier, though."

Clark looked vaguely affronted.

"You want to be a part of her collection?" Batman asked dryly.

The Flash raised his hand. "I volunteer as tribute!"

"Also an enjoyable film," said J'onn.

"I wonder how mother would feel if I showed up to Themyscira with a harem."

"Proud," said Shayera promptly.

"Horrified," said John.

"Let's find out," teased Superman, eyeing Batman slyly as he draped an arm around Wonder Woman's shoulders.

Diana pushed him away, laughing. "Wretched man."

Batman snorted and headed for the exit. "I'm obviously not needed here. Diana, do Alfred a favor and let him know if you're bringing home any strays."

"I'm a special edition," Clark called over his shoulder.

"What about the movie?" asked Wally.

"Give John my vote," Batman shot back, before the doors slid shut behind him.

"Not Diana?" asked John.

"He knows how my vote will go," she sighed. "He won't watch anything that has Captain America in it with me."

"That does not surprise me," said Shayera.

"How am I the only one taking this seriously?" complained Wally.

"Now you know how I feel," muttered Clark.

Diana stepped off the transport pad into the dim light of the cave and found herself manhandled into a crushing embrace. One gauntleted hand burrowed roughly into her hair, the other arm was an iron bar against her back. His mouth on hers was searing and savage.

She found it utterly delightful.

Bruce finally pulled back, though he didn't fully relinquish his hold.

"Is that the reaction you were hoping for, princess?" His studied nonchalance was marred only by the slight breathlessness beneath it.

"Yes," she said, dimpling up at him. "Did I tease too much?"

"Your mother should have beat you more," he grumbled.

"Likely," she agreed cheerfully. "I got too fast."

He scooped her up and began walking towards the entrance to the manor. She settled herself comfortably in his arms, pushing his cowl back and running her fingers through his thick, bristled hair.

"Are you hovering?" he asked suspiciously.

"Only a little," Diana admitted. "You're being so gallant, I'd hate for you to drop me halfway."

He looked at her incredulously.

"Oh, don't look so offended. I just want to make sure you have enough energy to ravish me."

"Have you been watching soaps with Alfred again?"

"They're very dramatic. I think even Sophocles would enjoy them."

"I don't think Antigone got ravished, exactly."

"Neither will I, at this rate," Diana pouted.

Bruce walked faster.

Diana picked her way across the superheroes sprawled on the floor of the Monitor Womb. "Where did this couch come from? How did you even get it up here?"

Shayera patted the seat beside her. "Craigslist. Superheroes. Don't ask about that weird stain."

Diana shuddered and scooted forward. "Surely we could have afforded something less...used?"

"Not with that stingy snack budget, we couldn't."

"A budget that allows for the purchase of furniture seems rather generous."

"You've never been on Craigslist, have you?"

"She's a princess. Dating a billionaire. Her version of slumming it is Ikea." Wally plopped down on her other side. It was unclear whether he was aware of the stain or if he simply didn't care.

"You know, for an isolated mythical island with no trade, industry, or economic connections, you guys are loaded." Shayera's voice was slightly muffled around a mouthful of Swedish Fish.

"We'd accumulated quite a bit of capital before the isolation, spoils of war and whatnot, that went largely unspent for thousands of years. And thanks to some sound investments when I first came to man's world...let's just say our financial planner is aggressively competent."

"An Amazon in Louboutins?'

"Quite."

"Think the Amazons could throw in a couple of bean bag chairs?"

"We'll consider it," she promised. "What are we watching?"

"The Princess Bride. It's an epic tale of brave warriors, a beautiful princess, and a happy ending."

"Like Braveheart," Diana nodded.

"You think Braveheart had a happy ending?"

She shrugged. "He died with honor, as befitting a great warrior."

"He lost his girl and his head. How are you ok with this?"

"Are you familiar with the epics of my people, Wally?"

"I read The Iliad in college. Kinda bleak."

"Precisely."

"Your love life is finally making sense to me."

A voice piped up from the crowd. "Yo, West, let's get this started already, your mom's waiting for me."

"Shut up Harper, or I'll tell everyone what you really do with those arrows," Wally answered good-naturedly, taking three seconds to dim the lights, refill popcorn, and hit play.

"We had shrieking eels back home. They're really quite friendly as long as you bring them a suitable peace offering," Diana whispered.

"Like a lump of sugar?"

"Half a wild boar."

"Yeah, clearly just misunderstood," Wally deadpanned.

"We had them on Thanagar, too. They taste best when they're freshly killed and the blood is still warm."

"And I'm done with the Swedish Fish now."

Shayera shrugged, unconcerned. "More for me."

Diana looked over at Wally's pile of candy. "Do you have any Junior Mints?"

"Here." Batman loomed up suddenly behind them.

"Christ on a cracker, Bats, I'm going to have to start carrying around a goddamn defibrillator," Wally whispered fiercely, only to be shushed from multiple directions.

"Shut up, West, we're not paying to hear you scream like a little girl."

"For the love of god, Harper, I am going to stuff your bow down your throat so hard you'll be shitting arrows."

"I taught him that one," confessed Shayera.

"Crude but effective," said Batman, dropping a box of Junior Mints in Diana's lap. "I bet Captain America wouldn't bring you candy."

She patted his cheek sympathetically. "Steve Rogers would bring me candy and a hand-knit afghan, but I still like you."

"You're not gonna win this one, Batman," said Shayera.

"What is it with you and guys named Steve?" asked Wally.

Batman played his trump. "I also brought wine."

Shayera reconsidered. "You might win this one."

Diana beamed. "My hero."

"I've been told I can be gallant."

Wally choked. "Did the Joker tell you that? I'm not sure I'd trust him as a character witness."

"Hush," said Diana, before turning to look back up at Bruce. "I'll see you after patrol?"

"As you wish," he said, squeezing her shoulder before melting back into the shadows.

"How does he do that without sounding like a total cheeseball?" asked Wally.

"It's the cape," said Shayera solemnly.

"I have to hand it to you, Wally," said Clark, carrying the couch back out of the monitor womb. "I think movie night was a great success."

"Man, Supes, could you at least look like you're trying? Lugging that thing through the watchtower was giving me freshman year move-in flashbacks."

"Wasn't that two months ago?"

"Hilarious, old man. You're just jealous that my movie night is a million times more awesome than your lame, boring book club."

"I really am," said Clark, nodding seriously. "I'd actually really appreciate it if you didn't even mention the book club to any of the junior members. They'd just make fun of us old fogeys."

"Oh yeah, totally," promised Wally, in perfect sincerity. "So should we just space this couch, or what? Di figures we can just raid the manor for something that doesn't have fungus growing under the seat cushions."

Clark sighed. "I'll fry it first. Probably shouldn't let it float out into the ether. With our luck, it would crash into the side of some alien spacecraft and cause a galactic incident."

"So can I really be the League social chair? Because I've already had a bunch of people come up to me with ideas for our next movie night."

"Sure, Wally. Though we should probably call it something more boring, like Director of Interpersonal Communications."

"DIC. Heh."

Clark rolled his eyes.

"Ok, so as the official DIC, I'd also like to propose the League Bowling League, interplanetary hide-and-seek, and maybe a spa day."

Superman sighed and began destroying the couch. "I'll check the budget."