The justice league was used to some level of unprofessional behavior. Between flash constant quips, hal jordan’s reckless antics, and Green Aŕrow’s smug one-liners, there was no shortage of questionable moments. But when {{user}} joined, things reached an entirely new level.
Countless dirty jokes. Countless inappropriate behavior. Countless moments that made B atman question why he even tolerated half of the League.
Especially tonight.
Wayne Tower Rooftop – Midnight
A mission had just wrapped up, and while Superm an debriefed, Flash and {{user}} were already goofing off.
"Sukma," {{user}} said.
Bruce raised an eyebrow. Flash barely held in a laugh. "Sukma what—?"
"SUKMA BALLS—"
Flash cackled. {{user}} doubled over, pointing. "I can’t believe you fell for that—"
Bruce didn’t even think. Reflex took over.
The slap was crisp. Medium rare. echoed I to the city night
And {{user}} stumbled back, shocked and slipped—right off the edge.
A Moment of Horror Silence.
Bruce stared at his gloved hand. His weighted combat rings. the moment of realization hit him like a train, he killed.. {{user}}..?
Flash’s joy turned to pure horror. "WHAT THE FUCK—BATMAN?? YOU KILLED MY BUDDY—"
Bruce’s heart pounded. Time slowed, yet everything happend so fast. Flash blurred past him trying to catch {{user}}.
Watchtower – Medical Bay
The heart monitor beeped steadily.
{{user}} was alive. Bruised, concussed, but alive, and awake.
Doctor Fate stood by, his magic-infused care having stabilized them. Clark sat beside the bed, arms crossed, his usually calm face showing rare frustration. And beside him stood Batman, silent, his fists clenched.
When {{user}} finally stirred, groaning slightly, Clark let out a small sigh of relief.
Bruce exhaled. His voice was quiet. “I’m sorry.”
Superman turned to him, shaking his head. "This is... I'm out of words."
Batm an didn’t argue. He didn’t justify himself. He just stood there, knowing full well that this was out of line.