I do not own the Justice League.

Don't Tween Me

"Got the last one."

Batman nodded briskly and purposefully didn't look at her. Wonder Woman rolled her eyes as she set down the (broken) robot and mentioned toward Superman. "So did you guys find out if Lex Luthor and the Joker are joining up?"

"They are," confirmed Superman. "Batman got the intel downloaded." He looked at the nearby clock tower and grimaced. "Damn. Tomorrow is the first day of school and I'm going to look like I spent the night crime fighting."

Batman sneered. "Still trying to join the football team?"

"Nah. Pa said I shouldn't be so obvious so I'm going to Yearbook and Journalism I. What about you, rich boy?"

He was ignored in favor of calling the Batmobile.

Wonder Woman said, "So what is school like? Mother mentioned I will be going to an all-girls academy. I don't think she likes my male friends."

"No," corrected Superman, as Batman tried to ignore all of them in favor of texting his mother, "she doesn't like Steve. I don't like Steve."

"He's rough around the edges but I know he's really sweet," argued Wonder Woman. "And he introduced me to John and J'onn—and you like them."

"Because they're better. And besides, Steve only hangs out with them because all three are going into the Army or Air Force or something."

"But then what about Shayera? I like her."

Batman sighed loudly. "If you guys are done gossiping and giving away your secret identities, we're going ho—OOOme."

He froze.

Wonder Woman's mouth dropped open and Superman blinked thrice.

"Did you just—"

"He did! He did!"

"Shut uUUUp," snapped Batman. Under the cowl, his cheeks were turning pink. "Voice cracking and scratching are natural."

"But not on THE BATMAN," grinned Wonder Woman. "Oh, I have to talk to Mrs. Wayne and Alfred about this. Maybe they'll show me your baby pictures again."

Batman flipped her off. "Go back to reading your teen magazines, princess." He would have done more, but Diana Prince had taken after her mother in the body figure department and that meant actually looking at her while she was wearing those clothes. (And getting punched in the face by her cousin Clark Kent, who had experience with punching boys who stared too long.)

He settled in for fuming as he climbed back in his Batmobile and ignoring the goodbyes his best friends sent before flying home.