Bruce F*cking with the JLA

Chapter Two

The following week, Bruce returns to his office after sitting through a meeting to be greeted by none other than the Justice League. Inwardly he sighs, they did nothing to prep Bruce ahead of time, they just broke into his office on the day of. Outwardly, Bruce startles dramatically, flailing and purposely knocking over a lamp.

Superman rushes to his side and attempts to right Bruce. Bruce stumbles over his own feet, carefully falling into Superman's chest - knowing from experience throwing his full weight onto him would be akin to walking into a brick wall.

"Oh my!" He exclaims in his Brucie-voice, "The Justice League! What are you doing in my office?"

Superman has a light blush dusting over his cheeks, he carefully avoids Bruce's eyes and uses his most commanding, I'm-in-control voice, "We are terribly sorry to intrude, Mr. Wayne. We've uncovered a plot that puts you in direct danger. We're here to protect you."

Bruce allows himself to fawn, "Oh wow, Superman, that sounds so scary! It's a good thing Timmy isn't here today, I'd hate to think of my son getting wrapped up in this."

Bruce can't help but press at the fact that their poor planning could have put an innocent young man in jeopardy - at least, if Tim was an innocent young man and not, in fact, an active vilagente. Superman grimaced slightly as he seems to remember that Bruce's son is usually present at Wayne Enterprises, as he runs a good portion of the company these days.

Superman clears his throat and finally guides Bruce off his position of leaning against his chest to stand on his own. "Yes, that is... lucky," Superman says, looking at Diana. Who, in return, only shrugs.

Bruce contains his eye-roll as he makes his way to sit on the loveseat under the largest window of the room. "So who exactly do I have to thank for saving my life this time?" He puts on his best dumb-socialite smile.

Flash shuffles his feet before answering, "Batman was the one who -"

Bruce gives a long sigh, successfully cutting off Barry, "Oh, not that over dramatic furry!"

Flash instantly chokes and dissolves into a coughing fit. Green Lantern barks out a laugh he couldn't stifle. Wonder Woman manages to stay composed, but Bruce can see the mirth in her eyes. Superman is frozen in place, an expression of horror painted on his face.

Bruce laughs loudly, "Come on! I'm not wrong! I mean, how can he dress up as a damn bat and stay so serious all the time! "

Wonder Woman, naturally, is the first to find her voice, "I am sure Batman would not agree with you."

Bruce waves his hand dismissively, "Yeah, yeah. The big ol' bad bat would have my head, but, come on! It's funny ! You all work with a guy that dresses up as a flying rodent, on purpose !"

Flash giggles out a laugh, his face turning a concerning shade of red.

"You know what, Mr. Wayne?" Green Lantern leans towards Bruce, obviously attempting a flirtatious tone, "I think you have a point."

"Of course I do," Bruce allows his gaze to trace over Hal's body and affixes his up-for-anything leer, "And please, call me Bruce."

"Bruce," Green Lantern echoes, light pink just visible peeking out under his mask. Bruce chuckles lightly, Hal is sorely mistaken if he thinks he can out seduce the infamous Brucie Wayne.

Superman finally breaks out of his daze, "Mr. Wayne, I think it will be best if we stick to the matter at hand."

"Whatever you say, Superman," Bruce turns the full force of seductive Brucie Wayne towards him, "I'll listen to anything you tell me to do. And, really, if Green Lantern is calling me Bruce, I have to insist you do too."