Spreading the Joy
It was completely unjustified. The man wasn't even human! Shouldn't that exclude him... the thought trailed off as Batman considered if that was so, many super heroes would not be considered.
But.
Every year. Every year he won. Each year he accepted it, made some speech about justice and truth and then flew off into the sunset the sun's rays bouncing off the gold sheen of the trophy. Batman had it on tape, CD and DVD.
He had even brought the limited edition DVD. It had been disappointing. The interview with Superman had been utterly staged. Batman knew, he could tell when Superman's eyes flickered just as it started to where the camera was. Batman could read the minute expressions on his face. Especially when he pressed pause.
Still, there should be a limit on how many times a man, alien or even a woman won the damn useless, stupid thing.
Batman glared at the poster, just released, of Superman flying off into the sunset. Sometimes Superman's jokes could be funny. Sometimes being the key word there.
This time Batman had a new picture for target practice. He took special care to focus on that stupid red cape his.
Black was so much more stylish.
Even when Superman had the indignity to throw it on the ground without folding it. Batman was then otherwise occupied with keeping Superman busy. With his tongue.
Next year... that would so be his trophy.