DC/Justice League Oneshots

Laundry

A/N Written by @Bekkoni. Plot minorly changed.

The door to the meeting room flew open and slammed against the wall. Flash dived under the table just as Bruce stormed in.

"WALLACE RUDOLPH WEST!"

There was dead silence for a second.

"Your middle name is Rudolph?" Clark asked Flash, then quirked an eyebrow at Bruce's outfit—an oversized tan trench coat that covered everything but his gloves and boots. He wasn't even wearing the mask.

"Where is he, Clark?" Bruce fumed.

From under the table, Clark could hear Wally whispering please don't kill me please don't kill me.

"Calm down," Diana said. "Just because he pulled some silly prank on you doesn't mean you have to go all psycho."

"Some silly PRANK?" Bruce bellowed. "A prank!"

Under the table, Wally gulped. Bruce heard, grabbed the table, and overturned it as the rest of the League leapt out of the way. Wally cowered on the floor, and Bruce dragged him up by the collar.

"You will reverse what you did," he snarled, as he slammed Flash against the wall. Clark stood up and tried to pry them apart.

"I think that's quite enough," he said.

Bruce turned and growled at him.

Clark forcibly yanked Wally away from Bruce and held them apart.

"Look, what happened?" John asked, putting a wall of green light between Bruce and Clark and Wally. Bruce glared at him and slammed a gloved fist against the wall.

"If you tell me what happened, maybe I can mediate a punishment for Wally," Clark offered, "if it truly is something bad and not just an affront to your anal-retentiveness—as it usually is as I might add."

Bruce looked down. If Clark hadn't known better, he might have thought something crossed Bruce's face—embarrassment?

"Go in there," he said, and pointed to the supply closet.

"Oh, come on," Clark said. "What is it, are you naked under that stupid trench coat or something?"

"No!" Bruce snapped and turned absolutely scarlet.

"Your ears turn red when you blush," Diana said with a smirk, and Bruce turned even redder.

"Fine," Bruce snapped, turned to Clark, and undid the buttons of the trench coat. Clark took one look, snorted, put his hands over his mouth, and then started laughing so hard there were tears running down his face.

"Oh my god, Wally," he said between gasps. "What did you do?"

"Bleach and then red washcloths," Wally said proudly.

"What is it?" Diana asked, hopping over the upside-down table. Bruce fumbled with the buttons, trying close the trench coat before she could see. But Diana just hopped up and pulled open his lapels.

His costume was pink. Bright, hot pink from his neck to his feet with a red bat symbol at the center of his chest.

"He did this to all my costumes," Bruce mumbled. "And I…uh…I didn't have anything else to wear up here."

They all started snickering then, even Shayera. John doubled over laughing and lost his concentration. The green wall went down. Bruce lunged at Wally, and J'onn tore them both apart.

Clark through his arm around Bruce's shoulder, "I think you look cute in pink."

Suddenly he wasn't so eager to kill Wally. At least, not until he found a nice dark alley.

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