Okay, um, so just a little heads up. I would like to confess that I'm not extremely knowledgable about Justice League, in fact I don't know very much about it. I'll try to know more, ofcourse, to make this story better. I just wanted to write something with Goku, Vegeta, Superman and Batman together. So here it is.

Also, DBZ fans will have to wait for a chapter or two, sorry :P

Bruce

He was alone. He had been alone since forever. At least as long as he remembered. He didn't want this, being so alone that you can't figure out what, or who to live for. He wasn't afraid to die, because he didn't have much to live for. Obviously, he wouldn't ever accept that. That was partially why he became the Dark Knight. That was a weakness he couldn't bear to show. But an enemy who didn't fear death is the greatest enemy of all, he knew. The only constant in his life was Alfred, the person who had remained faithful to Bruce always, and always meant always. The idea of losing him made Bruce lose himself, he couldn't think of a world without Alfred. But he knew, deep inside, that Alfred was an old man and the time will come when Bruce will be more alone than ever, and he also knew what to do then. To accept it and move on. Bruce was tired of trying to find someone, he couldn't. His present life didn't allow for such luxuries, he had chosen to bear the responsibility of whole of Gotham. He had a tight routine, a schedule that he couldn't alter. If, by chance, he did find love, he won't accept it. Because there wasn't enough time to spare for his partner and he couldn't put the person he loved through the agony of being alone too.

Wake up, Bruce. These early morning thoughts will kill you someday, he told himself.

Someone knocked on his bedroom door. Not someone, Alfred. After all, who else could it be.

"Come in", Bruce said.

He had a tray in his hands, just like every morning. With a tall glass of orange juice and a full plate of bacon and eggs. Bruce sat up and smiled.

"Good Morning, Alfred. Looking good today."

Alfred smiled.

"Oh, why, thank you, sir. This tie was gifted to me by your mother. She had a remarkable taste in ties, I must say."

Bruce felt good, even after having those thoughts every morning. I'm not alone, he thought. I've got Alfred, I've got Gotham. But most of all, he had Batman.

Clark

"I'm busy", Clark shouted. He was doing some pretty important work and he expected his mother to understand that. But no, mothers are mothers. He had to go and wash his clothes because his mother told him to, there was no arguing. Fine, he surrendered, this work can wait.

After all, clothes never took him more than five minutes to wash. Practice, experience, as well as superhuman strength made it pretty easy. But pretty boring too though. He went to collect his dirty clothes and stared at his superman costume, the S logo, which stood for Hope from where he came from, was nearly unrecognizable after his last fight, which unfortunately was on a rainy day. Mud covered almost all his clothes, he never really cared enough to go under a roof when it rained. He liked it. The logo shone when he washed it, the colours becoming more and more vibrant with each scrub.

Hope, he thought. My parents. My planet.

He was researching just that actually, right now. He was curious, thinking that if his planet could sustain life, didn't matter if it didn't exist now, there was life there once. That could mean that there are other planets too where life must exist. He was trying his best to find out about them, but by far had gotten nothing. He wasn't a very established astronomer, he got bored looking through telescopes. But he knew that if he tried to go into space and cross this galaxy to search for other planets, oh boy, even he couldn't survive that. So he had to resolve to the more human means. He had set up the largest telescope he could get hold of on his roof, and studied the sky every day for some trace of a planet where there could be life. It became one of his favourite past times nowadays, except for fighting evil ofcourse.

Why doesn't this stain go already, he thought to himself. It was frustrating him.

"Oh no, she'll kill me."

He had managed to tear the shirt his mother had gifted him on his last birthday. He looked at the cloth, the threads coming out of the tear his superhuman frustration had caused. He looked at the piece carefully. He thought something.

What if there were planets where life existed, but like Krypton, got obliterated? He got up and ran up to the roof. He knew what to do.

Bruce

He felt excited driving down the tunnel, going to the Wayne Enterprises R&D department.

Fox's department.

He had just received a call from Fox about an hour ago about his success on a new 'project' and that he wanted the only heir of Wayne Industries to examine it first.

He loved the gadgets and gizmos Fox developed. Batman couldn't exist without them. He could actually, but he'd be, well, incomplete.

Bruce was curious as to what new gadget had he developed this time. Last time it was a flying tank, no kidding.

He got out of the lift and saw Fox doing some paperwork through the glass walls of his office. He entered without knocking, which Fox didn't mind, noticing Bruce's excitement.

"This way, Mr. Wayne."

Bruce hurried into the massive lab and followed Fox to a shelf with five drawers, each of a different size. Fox opened the top one and pulled out a somewhat cylindrical box, about three inches in size.

"What's this?", Bruce asked.

"A scouter. Measures a person's strength, to an accuracy no human can. Advanced machines are used for this purpose for fighting tournaments around the world, but none of them are this small."

"What do you mean, measure someone's strength?", Bruce asked, puzzled.

"It means, Mr. Wayne, that you can judge how much effort to put in while fighting your enemies. You don't need to find how powerful a person is by fighting them. Realizing the person's full potential after the fight's finished is of no use. But using this before the fight could prove to be quite effective."

"And how do I use it?"

"Good question, it's your choice actually. You can wear it on the eye, on your wrist, or your belt. Wherever it might seem convenient."

Behind the mask would be cumbersome, and he had already got a whole lot of stuff on the utility belt already.

"Can you make something so it fits my wrist?"

"Can refers to a person's abilities, Mr. Wayne. Ofcourse I can do that. Trying to insult me by asking such questions, aren't you?"

Bruce smiled. He had acquired a new gadget now, which could prove to be pretty darn useful.