(Batsfan does not, has not, and will never own DC comics and any related characters. I do however own one Wonderwoman T-Shirt. Which is awesome)
You know, being a near invulnerable superhero isn't all it's cracked up to be. Besides the, you know, actual crime fighting, there's the speeches, the JLU meetings, and the unpleasant emotional void that is Batman. After a while it gets pretty monotonous.
My day hadn't started off that well to begin with. I slept through my alarm and missed my train. Something I plan on doing bi-weekly anyway, but I hadn't exactly planed it for today. But then as soon as I got on board the Watchtower, Flash ran into me and spilled his coffee all over my shirt.
"Ooops! Sorry there big fellow," He said. Wally looked like he was on a sugar high. Of course, Wally always looks like his on a sugar high.
"It's okay," I sighed, beleaguered leaguer that I was. The coffee definitely didn't burn me. Heck, you could dip me in boiling lava and I wouldn't burn. But my costume isn't near as invulnerable as I am and spandex is…uncomfortable when wet. With another sigh I squelched off done the hallway. I would just have to endure my monitor duty with a wet suit on.
However, when I reached the monitor womb, I silently cursed to myself. I had forgotten that I shared duty with Mr. Sunshine himself and he looked pissed.
"Hey, Bats," I mumbled.
"You're late," He snapped back. God, is he always this angry or is it me?
"Good to see you too," I replied. Thankfully, he ignored me and the rest of the time passed in silence. Well, almost silence. Every time I turned my costume squelched and chaffed. It was not the most pleasant experience of my life. With a dramatic snap of his cloak and glare he took off down the hallway. I snorted. What a drama queen. One of these days his face is going to freeze that way and I'll be first in line to laugh; in a storage closet far away from him, of course.
My life was in about as good a mood as Batman today. When I got back to the Daily Planet I found Lois was bragging about her exclusive interview with the president.
"Such a shame you couldn't be there, Smallville. This one has Pulitzer Prize written all over it. Well, I have a dinner date with Richard and can't be late. Have fun boys," She gloated as she waved her hand to Jimmy and me.
And people wonder why I have a fortress of solitude.
(A/N cookies to the person who gets the pun.)