DC/Justice League Oneshots

War pt 2

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

An emergency Founder's meeting was called, with the exception of Batman and Flash, of course. Hawkgirl arrived positively furious, her mace crackling from the telepathic backwash.

"Do you know what he did!" she roared. "He snuck into my room and tried to take my molting feathers while I was sleeping because he noticed that Bruce has no down pillows and thought he might be allergic to it! He tried to pluck me!"

"Wally did this?" Diana asked.

Hawkgirl just snarled.

"Actually, Bruce doesn't have down pillows because he doesn't like how the feathers sometimes leak out," Clark offered. "I think the only thing he's allergic to is Wally."

"Frankly, I say we just let them beat the hell out of each other," John shrugged. "Maybe then we'll finally get some peace and quiet."

"Yeah, unless they accidentally blow up the Watchtower," Clark said glumly.

On cue, there was an explosion down the hall. Then Bruce, screaming at Wally.

Diana and Clark just looked at each other, mentally playing rock-paper-scissors to decide which one of them had to get up and deal with it now. Clark lost.

He stepped outside and into a cloud of greenish smoke. Not poison—though it did taste strangely like powdered sugar. Bruce and Wally were still shouting at each other.

"Get back here right now!" Bruce bellowed.

"I'm not giving in to a pointy-eared meanie-head!" Wally yelled back.

"Shut up!" Clark shouted. They both stopped short and stared at him. "What's going on here?"

"He stole my lunch," Wally said, jabbing a finger at Batman.

"Technically, I combusted his doughnuts. A lunch would have to be nutritionally balanced," Bruce had his arms crossed defiantly over his chest. "And he kidnapped the giant penny."

"How in the world did you steal the giant penny?" Clark asked. Wally just shrugged, as if to say 'don't underestimate me.' Clark felt his headache returning. "Look, Bruce, you get Wally a new lunch. Wally, you return the penny, and you'll be even."

He thought, stupidly, that that would work.

"I'm not apologizing," Bruce said, at the same time as Wally said, "Bats has to apologize!"

Clark just gave up and went back to the meeting.

"Any luck?" Diana asked.

"No, but I think we'll need a custodial team down there," he sighed and took his seat beside her. "Did anyone come up with anything?"

A litany of negatives.

"I may have something," Diana said, "but I don't want to use it unless we're desperate."

Clark tried to pry out of her what it was, but she merely smiled and repeated the same vague answer.

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