Once again I dont own Justice League or Batman. All properties belong to DC Comics, Warner Bros, yadda, yadda, yadda
Pipe Down!
Black Mask began typing yet another address to his employees at his home office in the Watchtower one cool Monday night. He had finished cleaning the dishes and laundry, had assisted Hippolyta in getting the rambunctious younger Leaguers in bed for the
night and all before his nightly half hour of ESPN at 12 PM midnight.
Just as Roman neared completion of the memo, his work process was suddenly interrupted by a thunderous crash, followed by a loud peal of maniacal laughter. Pressing the save button on his page, Roman poked his head out his door and hollered "KEEP ALL
THE RUCKUS DOWN, WILL YA? I GOT A MEETING WITH THE IRS TOMORROW!"
Satisfied with the silence and the fact that everyone understood his message, Roman gently shut the door and went back to the keyboard, only to hear some crunching sounds. Loud crunching sounds. And only one member in the League ever ate like that: Killer Croc
"Jones! Whaddya doin' eatin' in my office! And what in Sam Hill areyou're eatin'?" Roman snapped, as Croc let out a humongous belch that shook the whole Watchtower
"Aw, aint nothin ta get so upset about. Just a-havin mah famous Gumbo chili soup" Croc replied in his suave, calm Cajun accent, Black Mask retching in disgust by the odor of the soup
"Well, for starters, it's 10:30 at night! So take that disgusting glop with u n get outta my office!" Sionis bellowed
"Now, Roman, mon ami, izzat any way to talk to moi?" Croc scolded knowingly, Roman exhaling gruffly
"Ok fine. But if I hear any slurping or burping or whatever it isyou do, you're getting your scaly ass outta here!" Sionis ordered. Croc acknowledged with a sly wink and resumed his late night meal
Sionis then cracked his fingers and went back to work, only to accidentally backspace a quarter third of his report when he heard a loud licking noise
"Jones... That better not be you" Roman snarled, whirling around to get a look only to see Charaxes gnawing on a moldly larva nest
"...You...Oh forget it. Why am I wasting time andsanity talking with a giant bugwhen I could be working?" Black Mask grumbled, getting back to his computer when a loud shriek erupted
"Nowwhat?!" Roman grumbled, getting up and entering the living room to see a large mess of glass and wood. Across from it, a very irate Hawkgirl was strangling Robin