Disclaimer: Justice League and all related characters are the property of DC Comics and Warner Brothers. I own nothing. Well, that's not true. I have three sticks of gum, a nickel, and some pocket lint.

A/N: There is no real excuse for this story. I've just wanted Linda to be added into the cartoon for the longest time. And since they haven't yet, and what with the Flash seeming to like Fire, I guess this story is kinda AU.
Many many thanks to Jo for putting up with me and sorting through all the crap I manage to write down. You rock my socks off, Jo.
Also, I may have taken some liberties with Linda's character. Um….shhhhh.
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It's Gotta Be Love
by: TouchofViolet
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Sometimes Linda really hated her job.

She blew her black bangs off her face, glaring up at the podium. Superman had called a press conference in honor of the opening of the new Justice League embassy based in Metropolis. And, of course, her station had sent her to do the fluff piece.

Interviewing superheroes about the new embassy had been done so many times in the passed month it honest to God made her sick to her stomach. Or maybe it was the tuna sandwich Gus had shoved down her throat for lunch.

She sighed. Cameramen.

It was hard to focus on whatever Superman was saying, though that probably didn't matter. He always talked about basically the same crap: Truth, Justice, and the American Way. Fantastic.

The throng of other reporters around her irritated Linda to no end. She didn't like to be in crowds. Or to be touched by strangers. Or to be sweaty. And right now all of those things were happening. Superman was really drabbling on and on, and the other Original Masks were standing behind him, watching him drabble like it was the most interesting thing in the world.

They'd probably do anything, though, if it would make people forget the fact that their other watchtower obliterated several city blocks with its giant Laser of Freaking Doom they didn't tell anybody about.

Everyone applauded and Superman stood back from the podium. The Seven left the stage. Linda grabbed Gus by the hand and ran towards them. If she was lucky, maybe she could get an interview with Shayera. As far as she could remember, she hadn't spoken to a reporter since the Invasion. That interview would certainly make this trip worthwhile.

The other reporters all started making their way to other superheroes, most of them calling for Superman. Several of them had cornered Wonder Woman. She noticed a small crowd around the Martian.

She wanted the Thanagarian.

She could see the redheaded, winged woman make her way off the stage and to the tower, the Batman at her side. Linda ran at her, microphone waving in the air.

"Shayera!"

The winged woman made no motion she had heard the reporter. She kept walking, talking to the Batman.

"SHAYE-oomph!" Linda ran head first into a green and black being, her hair flying. She spit strands of hair out of her mouth and looked up.

The Green Lantern was staring down at her, eyebrow cocked.

You'll do.

Linda blinked her brown eyes. She peeled herself off of the mask and flashed a smile."Green Lantern. I'm Linda Park with Central City News. I have questions for you." She grabbed his arm and looked at Gus.

He had the camera on his shoulder, viewfinder in his eye. He gave her a thumbs up sign.

"Green Lantern," Linda started again, holding the microphone up to her mouth. "Does the new embassy harbor any weapons of mass destruction the League isn't telling anyone about?"

"Uh." His unnaturally green eyes were filled with shock by her abrasiveness. He took several steps away from her. She closed in the gap.

"It's been rumored that you and Shayera had a romantic relationship before the Thanagarian invasion. Were you aware of the oncoming attack? Have you two resumed the relationship since her return? Where was she all those months we were cleaning up after her people?"

He slowly shook his head, looking around. "I, um." He raised his hands, signaling to someone she couldn't see. "You said you were from Central City, right?"

Linda nodded. "Oh. No. Wait, don't-"

A sudden wind whipped her hair and skirt around. She felt an arm attack her shoulders in a hug. "Hello, Linda!"

Her eyes crossed. "Oh, God."

"Miss me?"

"Not really, Flash. Please stop touching me."

The Flash shook his head. "Come on. You know you love it."

She elbowed him hard in the stomach. He grunted, but nonetheless removed the offending appendage. "Like a root canal."

Linda looked at her cameraman, who shrugged and pulled the camera off his shoulder. "Green Lantern ran away," he stated behind his bushy mustache.

She sighed, raking her fingers through her hair. "I seem to have that effect on people."

"So I've noticed!" The Flash proclaimed with a grin on his face. "But, it's why I love ya, baby."

Linda turned a glare on him so fierce it would have sent a hungry lion running. "I hate you."

He shook his head and chuckled quietly. "You say that, but you don't mean it."

"I don't mean it?" Linda exclaimed, amazed. "Of COURSE I mean it! Why would I like you, Flash? You immature, arrogant, little twit! You treat me like crap."

"What are you talking about?"

"The first interview I ever had with you, all you did was hit on me. I'd ask you questions, and you'd ask me out to dinner. You treated me like a joke. Like nothing I had to say mattered. Like I was just a piece of meat for you to ogle." Linda looked up into his masked face. Her eyes were sad, her mouth a frown. "I've worked very hard to get where I am today, Flash. I think I deserve to be treated with some respect."

Before he could respond, Linda and Gus started walking away.

"Linda!" He called after her. "Wait, I-"

"FLASH!" Reporters ran at him, microphones in the air. "FLASH!" They circled around him, shouting questions about the embassy. He sighed at the microphones shoved in his face, but answered their questions anyway, watching Linda walk away out of the corner of his eye.

Wally smiled when he saw her through the window of Sal's Diner. She was shoveling a massive burger in her mouth, ketchup and mustard smearing her porcelain skin. She put the burger down and reached for a napkin, burping.

She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

He shoved his hands in his jean pockets and headed for the door of the diner. Wally West had met TV's Linda Park only about a week after the Flash had. And though the Flash meeting the young reporter had been a coincidence, Wally's meeting had been carefully planned. He discovered through a bit of detective work (or, stalking, if you will) that she ate at Sal's at least three times a week.

With that piece of knowledge, meeting her as Wally became cake. And the funny thing was, Linda actually liked Wally. She was mean to Flash, what with all the yelling and the hitting and the name-calling, but she was always nice to Wally.

He wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not.

A bell rang when he opened the door to the diner, and several of the patronages glanced up to see who the newest customer was. The waitress from behind the counter smiled sweetly at him. He smiled back and headed over to Linda's booth.

"Hey, Linda." He greeted, standing by her side.

She looked up at him from behind the massive burger. "HMMF!" Linda said with a mouthful of burger. She motioned to the seat at the other side of the booth like she wanted him to sit down.

He complied.

Linda swallowed and put the burger down. "Hi, Wally! I'll buy you a burger." She motioned at the waitress from behind the counter who nodded back at her. "How are you?"

Wally grinned at her and gave a shrug. A burger. Singular. Wonderful. "Fine, fine. No complaints. How is my favorite reporter?"

She shook her head and sighed. "They sent me to Metropolis for the opening of the Justice League embassy."

Wally feigned a look of surprise, and managed a grimace. "You ran into him, huh?"

Linda rolled her brown eyes. "Of COURSE I did. Which just made the wonderful fluff piece that much better." She absentmindedly started moving the salt and pepper shakers. "I was trying to get an interview with Shayera, you know. Because she hasn't done an interview since the invasion. And well," Linda swallowed, "I ran into the Green Lantern. I started asking him questions, but he called the Flash over and then he started with the touching and the what not and," She growled in frustration, throwing her hands in the air, "and I just hate him! That immature, arrogant little, little…little-"

"Twit," Wally finished for her, reaching for the French fries on her plate.

Linda nodded. "Yeah! He has some nerve. Just because he's a superhero and really, really, really ripped doesn't mean he has any right to hit on me." She took a big bite of her burger and chewed for a little while. After swallowing, she said, "I mean, not that I look at his bulging muscles. Or think about them often. Or anything."

Wally hid his giant grin behind a handful of fries. "Well," he said with his mouthful, "I'm sorry he bothered you."

She shrugged. "At least it was actually interesting. The rest of the opening was boring and self-indulgent." Linda sighed dreamily and rested her chin on the palm of her hand. "Why can't more guys be like you, Wally?"

He smiled softly at her. "You know, I was wondering the same thing."
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