"Finally," she sighed as she sat down on a box in the far corner of the small, dimly lit room. "Peace."

No one would go looking for her in a supply closet. Not that they'd be looking anyway. Every single one of them hated her. She hadn't done anything that bad. Robbed a few jewelry stores, sure; sometimes a museum, took a painting now and again, but it wasn't like she seriously injured anyone. She usually gave back whatever she took or gave it to Batman anyway, and it wasn't like the people she stole from couldn't just go out and buy a new, more expensive version of whatever it was she had stolen. She wasn't a nut case either, and they had forgiven Hawkgirl for betraying the planet, so there was no good reason for them to about face whenever they saw her… Maybe this whole 'hero' thing was a bad idea.

Suddenly the room filled with light as the door slid open. She pulled her whip back, ready to strike, until…

"-Mind if I join you?"

Selina looked up to see the Man of Steel himself, embarrassed smile on his face, standing before her.

"Go ahead. So who are you avoiding?" She asked, smirking lightly as he sat down on a box across from her.

"A-avoiding? Nobody."

"Really," well, if he wasn't going to tell her, "so you're just my own personal welcoming committee then?"

"Depends," he answered.

"Figures." she said, rolling her eyes, "So are all of you Capes this vague?"

"Nope. He's just kind of contagious. Spend to much time around him and you catch his annoying habit of not really answering your questions." there was no need to explain who 'he' was.

"You're telling me…"

"Who are you avoiding?" He asked suddenly.

"What?"

"Well," he started, obviously a little nervous, "you are in a closet, so…"

"You first, hon."

Superman smiled shyly, "Batman has been in a bad mood all day and he's probably going to go off if one more person annoys him… and Flash was on his way to go talk to him before I came in here… so, uh, your turn."

Selina frowned, "Apparently, your League isn't to happy about having a cat burglar getting the 'ok' to join."

Superman cocked his head to the side, "Never figured you for the type that cares about others opinions."

"Neither did I, but when ten different people tell you to get lost and no one else will look at you…"

"They'll get over it." he said matter-of-factly.

Selina looked up surprised, and Superman smiled, "This coming from…?"

"The guy who spent his first three years as a superhero explaining that, no, I was not sent by some power-crazy alien race bent on enslaving the Earth, I do not have antennas hidden in my hair, and no, my constant use of the word 'swell' is not really part of a secret code that I've devised to communicate with the little green men."

Selina laughed deeply at Superman's apparent sense of humor, "I remember the 'Swell Conspiracy'!" She said, and laughed even more, "Absolute stupidest thing I ever heard!"

"Exactly! People believe everything they read!" Superman said, trying to sound indignant, failing because he had begun laughing too, "One reporter thinks It'll be a good excuse for a byline and the next thing you know, you're being interrogated by the government on the grounds of overusing the word 'swell'!"

The laughter was interrupted when the door flew open again and Flash rushed in, Green Arrow right behind him to shut the door. Flash plopped to the floor with a sigh of relief, a huge grin on his face when he looked up.

"Hey ya' Supes, Chick-Dressed-Like-a-Cat, it OK if we stay here for a bit?"

Superman shook his head in amusement, "I warned you he was in a bad mood."

"I know," Flash smiled embarrassedly "I just wanted to know why, and, well, you know how Bats is."

"Really," Arrow said sarcastically, having finally caught his breath, "cuz I thought he was mad at us because you spilled your iced mocha on him-"

Superman's eyes went wide and Catwoman burst into laughter.

"You spilt a mocha on him?!" she managed to ask between laughs.

"Well, see," Flash began, motioning wildly with his arms, "I didn't mean to, but when I went up behind his chair and tapped him he, like, jumped up and yelled 'What!?', and he's scary when he's mad, so I jumped back, but I tripped over G and I went backwards, and my mocha went forward, and it kinda hit Bats' face, so then he got even more mad, and you know how he gets, so, hiding here… in the closet… where he won't find me… and break my legs… like he was threatening to… yeah."

Superman's mouth was wide open in shock, and it was a moment before he finally closed it, stuttering in horror as he suddenly remembered, "I have monitor duty with him in an hour!"

Green Arrow shook his head, and Flash and Selina started laughing.

"Dude," Flash said, once he got a hold of himself, "so glad I'm not you right now."

"That makes one of us," Superman replied, sulking.

Selina laughed with Flash and Green Arrow, all finding amusement at the Man of Steel's misfortune. It was odd, she thought, that she was getting along so well with these people. Perhaps it was just the situation: Superman, the Superman, the Man of Steel, the guy who could bench-press mountains and burn forests to a crisp by looking at them, Flash, the self-proclaimed 'Fastest Man Alive', and Green Arrow, the Emerald Archer, were hiding in a closet attempting to avoid the wrath of a broodier-than-thou Batman because he was in a bad mood after having an iced beverage dumped on him.

It was also odd that none of them seemed to care who she was. Superman knew and he seemed to be fully on her side. He was a pretty OK guy, too. Had a sense of humor, wasn't near as intimidating and preachy as everyone said. He was just, a generally good guy. He kind of reminded her of Bruce. Speaking of, she just had to tell him about this when they met for lunch on Friday. A blond, a brunet, and a redhead walked into a closet; the perfect joke if she ever heard one. Well, if the Flash was a redhead, that is, which she was almost certain he was. Women's intuition, and all that.

Superman stood up with a sigh, "Well, I guess I'll go see if I can't talk him out of handicapping the two of you. Wish me luck," and then in a stage whisper added, "I'll sure need it."

He left and the three of them looked at each other for a moment, until Flash spoke up.

"So you're Catwoman, huh?" He said, extending his hand to her, "I'm the Flash, Fastest Man Alive."

She shook his hand and smirked coyly, "Would that be a title or a bad pick-up line?"

"Ha ha! I like you!" He had a huge grin on his face when he said it, and it was a stark contrast to all the mistrusting glares and thinly veiled disapproval on everyone else's face.

She was glad, and knew play along with her teasing so she feigned shock "And now you're flirting with me? We hardly know each other."

He smirked and played along, "Well I can't help myself when I'm around such a beautiful gal."

"Flatterer!"

"You think?"

They both broke into laughter and smiles.

Green Arrow entered the conversation with, "Hey! I'm starting to feel like a third wheel!"

The laughter continued and Oliver sulked.

Hey.
I decided to put this up, just cuz it's been lying around my computer for a while gathering perverbial dust, and I figured it was lonely. So here ya go.
I may continue, I may not, just depends on stuff.
Review if you want to, they are always appreciated.