Angel was in the gym, running a simulation of the Secret Society. She swung an energy beam into Shade's legs. Right before she connected with the hologram, it vanished.

"Hey!" She spun towards the holo-room control panel.

Wonder Woman was standing by the door, hand over the OFF button. She had the other on her hip, and was posed in a way that made Angel feel like a member of the Secret Society herself.

"It's polite to ask permission, Princess," She snapped.

The use of Bruce's nickname had the desired effect on Diana. Her expression turned decidedly ungracious and she stepped close enough for Angel to count the streaks in her eyes.

"Personal space," Angel stuck out an arm and prodded her back two feet.

"I'm challenging you."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me," Diana said. "I'm challenging you. To a duel. You know why."

Angel looked at her, cocking an eyebrow under her mask. "If I win I assume you'll leave us alone?"

"And if I win," Diana said, "You tell him you never want to see him again."

Angel shrugged. "First one down more than five seconds loses."

The two women rushed at each other.

"Why am I helping you do this?" Bruce asked, shifting a couple of buckets from the right side of the shelf to the left with his foot.

"Because I have to clean the janitor's closet and your exact words were 'If you just leave me alone I will do whatever you want'," Clark smiled.

"You're enjoying this."

"Heck yes," Clark lined up the window cleaners in a neat row and dusted off the shelf. "So, why do you like Angel so much?"

"You said you would drop it if I did this," Bruce swatted at an extraordinarily large cobweb in the corner of the room. It tangled around his arm.

"Technically, you haven't finished yet."

Bruce tried to brush off the cobweb. It stuck to his costume and held on for dear life. Clark chuckled and Bruce briefly wished he'd had the foresight to bring some Kryptonite.

The single light bulb above their heads flickered. Bruce reached out for the doorknob, to open it and get some more light.

It wouldn't turn. He jerked it again, thinking it was just stuck. No luck.

Bruce put on his best glare and turned around. "Clark. What. Did. You. Do?

Superman smiled and finished sweeping off the last of the dust. "Oh, is it locked?"

"Don't play coy."

"You haven't answered my question about Angel yet."

"Open the damn door, Clark." Bruce pulled a miniature laser and a lock picking kit out of his belt. He tried to turn on the laser first. It sputtered and went out. He opened the kit. All of his tools had been replaced by toothpicks.

"You enlisted Flash," He clenched his fists and tried very, very hard to not slam them into the nearest object.

"Well?" Clark said. "Start talking."

Bekka had Diana on the floor in a headlock, choking her with a tight necklace of blue energy.

"One, two…" Five seconds and she would win this idiotic duel.

Wonder Woman grabbed her by her hood and through her into the left wall. The gym's software automatically compensated by turning the wall into a feather pillow, but it still stung.

Instantly Diana was on top of her, pushing her face into the mat. "Give it up," she snarled.

Bekka smiled into the blue plastic of the floor. "He doesn't love you. You could win this, but it won't change much."

Diana threw her into the opposite wall.

"Face it," Bekka said with a grin, even though there was blood dripping from her nose. Both of those things were hidden behind her mask, anyway. "Bruce gets what he wants. If he wants me there's nothing you can do about it."

Diana stood still, anger and hurt winning her over for half a second. It was enough. Bekka reached out to the panel next to her on the wall, flipped off the gym's safeties, and thrust two spears of energy at Diana. They were as highly charged as she could make them.

Wonder Woman arched her back and flew off the ground, the electricity burning through her veins like a lightning strike. Finally, she fell.

"One, two, three, four…five. You're out," Angel whispered, and licked the blood off her lips.

"I like her because she gets it," Bruce said. He'd given in and was seated on an overturned mop bucket. Bits of spiderweb still clung to his shirt.

"It?" Clark asked, standing in front of the door, just in case.

"She's not like Dee. You can see that," Bruce fiddled with the useless laser.

"Well, she's certainly just as dark as you," Clark said. "I'm just at a loss as to how that's a good thing."

"We understand each other."

"I understand you, and I don't go around in black acting like a reject from emo camp."

Bruce raised his eyebrows. "First of all, no you don't understand me nearly as much as you think you do. I can pull the most absurd stunts and make you think there's a plausible explanation. And second, you take that back."

"I just hope you're happy." Clark said. "But when you're brooding in that cave of yours because she wasn't what you thought, I reserve the right to say I told you so."

Bruce smiled slightly. "I don't think that will happen. Now come on, let me out."

Clark unlocked the door, but kept his hand on the knob. "Fine," he said, "But there's one more thing you have to do."

Alfred set the last platters in front of the assembled company, and took his seat at the back of the table. "Well, I for one am certainly excited to get to know Miss Bekka."

Bekka blushed slightly and hid it behind a forkful of mashed potatoes. She was seated next to Bruce. On the left side of the table was Dick, Tim, Barbra, Clark and Diana. Wally, Cassandra, John, Shayera, and J'onn were on the right side.

"How did you two meet?" Clark asked, after two minutes of awkward silence. Bruce grunted something unintelligible.

Bekka raised her eyebrows. "There are only so many places the cape-and-mask crowd frequents. Where do you think we met?"

"You two are a lot alike, Bruce," Clark took a bite of green beans. "It was only a question."

Diana grumbled and stabbed her plate with her knife, accidentally taking a piece out of the edge. She descreetly dropped it on the floor.

"You might want to get some wine, Alfred," Dick said. "This is going to be a long night."