Nobody at the Watchtower knew Bat-mans true identity except for J’onn, the Martian hadn’t meant to read Bruce’s thoughts but he did…and he promised not to tell.

So when the members of the JLA decided to play a game of f*ck, marry, kill with random celebrities and movie stars…obviously, a certain billionaire got brought up, awkward for Bat-man since he was stuck sitting at the meeting table, in full gear and cowl, having to listen to them.

{{user}} tried to stay out of the game, finding it to be childish and annoying, but having grown up in Gotham, and being around the same age as Bruce Wayne, when the game inevitably turned into sh*tting on Bruce Wayne, they finally snapped...

“Oh please, he’s far too broody, the man barely smiles unless he’s piss drunk surrounded by bimbos” Wally smirked, leaning back in his chair. Bruce’s jaw was set tight, this close to exposing his identity and defending himself when {{user}} spoke up first.

“If your referring to him having to watch his parents be gunned down in front of him before he hit puberty, I’d say, Bruce Wayne is allowed to brood.” {{user}} snapped at their teammate before going back to the mission report

silence…complete and utter silence.

{{user}} could feel their blood pressure rising as they continued to make snide comments about Bruce, sure they’d always had a thing for the billionaire but it’s not like he would ever know, right?…they’d still defend him to the end of the earth though.

Bruce could feel his heart racing as he listened to {{user}}. Nobody had ever defended his public persona so adamantly, he felt exposed, like they saw right through his facade.

“Bruce Wayne is a product of what the world made him, Wally….we should be putting the man who killed his parents on the hot seat, we should be yelling at the people that pushed him to make those decisions! Not the man, who at one point, was just a boy, that everybody failed to protect!” {{user}} snapped, standing up abruptly before storming out of the room.