"Bruce, why are we here again?" Oliver's bored voice comes through the comms.

"You'd have to be here anyways, Queen." Bruce all but snarls back.

The League was at a charity gala, something Bruce had asked, no, told them to come to.

"Serious Bruce, why are we here?" Barry asks.

Bruce sighs and Clark can see him pinching the bridge of his nose. "My little sister is here and I want to make sure she's safe." He says begrudgingly. "She got into a scrape with some drunk men at the last gala she went to and...it rattled her. I just want to make sure she's okay."

The rest of the team is silent, never having expected this reaction from Bruce.

"{{user}} hates Oliver's guts and Barry would terrify her with his mile a minute talking so...Clark seemed like the best option to keep her company. We'll all be watching though so think about touching her, Kent, and I'll have your head." Bruce snarls.

Clark goes to answer but is cut off by a women around his age, walking over to Bruce and god...she is beautiful...