"Are we there yet?" Jester asked for what seemed like the millionth time. Clarice barely restrained a growl before turning and glaring at Dead Switch.
"Why?" She demanded. Switch sighed.
"Why what?"
"Why did you have to bring her along?" Clarice hissed, hooking her thumb at Jester. "All she's done so far is complain about how she's tired, how she's hungry, why can't she blow up the gas station, yadda yadda yadda. Why?"
"Because you said you'd try to get to know her better."
"Well, I'd like her better if she didn't ask if we were there every five minutes," Clarice grumbled. "By the way, you're drifting." Switch quickly corrected the car on the road.
"We're almost there, Jess, promise," Switch called to the back seat.
"Yay!" Jester cheered.
Bruce sighed as he closed his eyes and lay back on his beach towel. Everything was nice and tranquil.
Nobody for miles.
Just himself, the beach, and-
"Oh, thank God we're here!" A voice yelled. He could hear people walking down the path to the hidden beach. "If I had to hear Jess complain one more time, I would have taken hold of the wheel and driven us off of the road," The woman complained.
"Oh, come on 'Rice, it wasn't that bad," Another voice said. 'Rice must've given her a look because the next woman amended her statement. "Okay, she was pretty annoying, but still! She hasn't been to Metropolis! Who hasn't been to Metropolis? Seriously, who?"
"Apparently her, Switch."
Switch? What kind of name was-?
Switch. 'Rice. Jess.
No. No.
No, it couldn't be. Why would they be here? Why? Gotham had plenty of beaches that were great for swimming!
Okay, that was a lie. Gotham had plenty of beaches that were great for swimming if you had scales or fins and as far as he knew, these three had none of those. He opened his eyes and they confirmed his suspicions.
Deborah Swain, aka Dead Switch was at the beach along with Clarice Shawe – the Reaper – and Jessica Turner – Jester.
And they had seen him glance over at them.
Clarice waved and smiled, Deborah gave him a nod, and Jessica-
Jester was walking over.
Why? Why him? Why can't these screwballs go bug someone else? Like Clark? Why did it have to be him?
"Heya!" Jester chirped cheerfully as she plopped down next to him on the sand. He saw Reaper and Dead Switch exchange irritated glances before setting out their towels and relaxing on them.
"Hello? Do I know you?" Bruce finally responded to her.
"Nope!"
"Are you going to go over and save him from her or should I?" He heard Reaper ask. "I don't want to get arrested on my first day away from the kids in three months. I deserve this break."
"Hey, ya wanna hear a joke?" Jester asked.
"Go ahead, be my guest," Switch muttered at Reaper with a yawn. Reaper got up and started walking towards them.
"Hey, Jess! Come on, leave the poor- Holy shit, is that Bruce Wayne?"
Dammit.
"Wayne?" Switch popped up from her towel and looked over at him. "He's worth millions."
"Try billions," The words slipped out of his mouth before he could control himself. The girls' smiles grew wider.
"Hey, uh, cool kid, you wanna come and hang with us losers?" Reaper asked.
"I don't know about you, but I was not a loser in high school," Switch said,.
"I don't think I went to high school," Jester remarked with a grin.
"Yeah, well, I was a loser in high school so," Reaper trailed off, crossing her arms and giving him a questioning look. "So? You gonna come with us or are we gonna have to force you?"
"I'll call the police," He threatened.
"Switch! Get the rope!" Reaper yelled.
"'Kay!" Switch yelled back. She started digging through a beach bag before procuring some rope.
Bruce groaned.
Why couldn't this happen to anyone else in the Justice League?
A/N: Yay! More to come soon!
