This is my first batman fan fiction, so any suggestions would be appreciated!

He stood in the shadows, calculating the best possible moment to take down their adversary. He would have preferred to not be dragged into the League's business but he was not in the mood to deal with an annoyingly perky Clark Kent. Thinking his dark and brooding thoughts while simultaneously finding his perfect moment to strike, he came to the conclusion that this day sucks.

He saw his opening and silently slipped out of the shadows, striking down the mad doctor that was giving the League so much trouble the past week. Batman quickly knocked out the doctor, there was no point in keeping him conscience.

Superman kicked off the chunk of wall that was lying on top of him moments ago, "Good, you got him." He smiled as looked at his dark quiet friend, sometimes he was a little to brooding in nature for his liking.

Bruce rolled his eyes, didn't he always? He shoved their prisoner toward Superman, all he wanted was to go back into his cave. Bruce sighed, today was the anniversary of his parent's death, he knew he should have ignored J'onn's request for his help. But he also knew that he would never forgive himself if his friends got hurt because of him. Hmmm… friends, funny how most of his "friends" didn't even know who he was, and that the only way he could ever comfortably talk to them was while wearing a mask.

Superman frowned; Bruce was being more quiet than usual. This, in hindsight, was a very difficult thing to do, "Batman? You okay?"

He refused to flinch; maybe his friend knew more about him than he initially thought, "Are we done here?" His voice contained no emotion, today was one of those days he was grateful for the mask he wore, it made it easier to hide.

Clark sighed, he was going to get no explanation from him today, "Yeah, go back to your cave already." Denying the chance to return a remark, Batman silently nodded his farewell and turned to leave.

J'onn's voice resounded in their minds :Superman, Batman, there is a situation in New York City, your assistance is needed immediately:

Batman silently cursed, he was so close to leaving! Superman grabbed their unconscious prisoner and lifted off the ground, soaring into the sky, ready give their prisoner to the police and save the day once again. Silently walking towards his jet, Batman got in and took off; today was going to be a long day.

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Superman looked down at Time Square; other League members were already present and seemed to be handling the situation fairly well. A group of people had threatened to cover the whole of New York City with an unknown toxic substance.

"It looks like they have it handled, why am I here?" Batman's voice sounded through his earpiece, Superman sighed, Bruce was really moody today.

"Just see if anyone has gotten to the bomb yet, I'll go and apprehend any stragglers from the terrorist group," he quickly flew off into the crowded chaos below while Batman glided like a dark shadow to the ground.

As he quietly landed on the ground, Batman stood in front of the overly large and dramatic bomb, he rolled his eyes, why did everyone assume that the larger the bomb the larger the explosion? He blinked and looked closer, he bit back a frustrated growl, a blind hippopotamus could see that this was no bomb! He could tell he was extremely tired and running on fumes when he started talking about random animals of nature, soon he'll be spouting movie references.

"All League members, this is no bomb, focus on finding the real thing!" Batman said over their radios.

"You don't think they just didn't have a bomb to begin with?," an overly hyper voice sounded over the radio.

Batman smirked, never underestimate the Flash, "That may be so, but we need to make sure." With that, all League members went into a frantic search to find the possible bomb. Batman looked closer at the pointless metal blob in front of him, which was when he saw a reflection of a small red blinking light. "I found the bomb."

Batman was in the process of defusing it when Superman showed up, "You almost done?" He did not dignify Superman's question with an answer, defusing bombs was not as easy as he made it look.

"Any idea what the toxic substance is?" this time it was Wonder Woman who interrupted his focus. Again, he did not answer.

Green Lantern joined the group with another question to the extremely preoccupied dark knight, "Do you have any idea who the terrorist group was?" Batman bit his tong, why did people have to change a way a bomb is wired up every time he has to diffuse one?

Diana touched his arm, he nearly swore, she had slightly moved his arm with her supposedly kind gesture and caused him to nudge a thin metal sheet. The countdown began to move faster, "Get everyone out of here as quickly as possibly!"

Without questioning him, the remaining League members raced off to get people to safety; normally he would have liked their ability to following his orders. But now wasn't one of those times, they apparently forgot that he couldn't fly; it was a good thing he wasn't afraid of heights. As he swung from the building with the bomb, he felt a sense of dread in his stomach. He did not have time to question said dread before he was thrown through the air into a nearby building. Today was not his day.

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Superman stared at the face of one of his closest friends, he couldn't help but blame himself for what happened, and he should have known that Bruce would not be able to clear the building in time. Sometimes it was just so hard to remember that Batman was only human. But at the same time he smiled, he couldn't wait for Bruce to wake up and look in the mirror, that toxic substance truly did a number on him.

The dark and terrifying Batman had been changed back into his small scrawny fifteen year old self. He couldn't help but stare at his friend's pale young face and unruly black hair. It was a shame he did not have his camera with him.

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Next time: He stared into the mirror his ice blue eyes blue eyes the only things conveying his anger, "What the hell happened to me!" There was no way he wanted to go through puberty again!