Disclaimer: I guess it's a good thing I don't own the Justice League 'cause this is the kind of stuff I'd do with it.
NOTE: Terminology I'm not so familiar with for the WatchTower, as in, what all the rooms are called, or so much the layout. Forgive me, but I watch a lot of Treks and 'Gates, so that's mostly what I'll use. You'll get the point, I'm sure. Anyway, does anyone know the layout? 'Cause it seems to change every time we visit the dern place. Definitely AU. I also don't think many of them are true to character. Definitely Wonder Woman, Hawkgirl, and Martian Manhunter aren't quite right. Nope. They're way better.
AND NOW:
A red-gloved hand sneaked its way into the cookie jar. A similarly covered face peered in after it.
"Ah, the last cookie," The Flash said as he grabbed it. "This is gonna be a great day." He heard J'onn and Wonder Woman talking as they made their way toward the kitchen. "Whoop," Flash whispered to himself. "J'onn finds out I ate the last Oreo, I'm toast." Flash shoved it in his mouth and sped off before J'onn or Wonder Woman could see him.
Wonder Woman was still snickering from the gossip about Thaleia she had told to J'onn. The Martian Manhunter was stoic, as always, and Wonder Woman thought it was because that was how he always reacted. In truth, he really couldn't care less about the sordid sexual escapades of fairy tale characters created by the Greeks. He was not about to tell her that.
"Whoo!" Wonder Woman said, wiping a tear from her eye. "That Hera is crazy. Did you ever hear about whe . . . "
J'onn tuned her out as he opened the cookie jar. Upon finding it empty, he punched the wall, then noticed an odd sound in the other room.
"Shh," J'onn said, holding up a hand and stopping her. "Do you hear that?"
"Yeah," she said. "Did someone bring an asthmatic ape on board?"
The strained gasping was accompanied by a deep, clicking cough.
"An asthmatic ape with Scarlet Fever."
The sounds tapered off and died.
"Oh, no!" Wonder Woman took off. J'onn followed in suit to find Wonder Woman desperately trying to restart Flash's heart with CPR. Before he could do anything to help, Flash sat up, gasping, coughing, and spitting out minute traces of the last Oreo on the Watch Tower.
"You!" J'onn accused, but Flash was too distracted to pay attention.
He took several long, deep breaths, infinitely joyful he could breathe again. Wonder Woman smiled as the blue drained from his lips and was replaced by a healthy pink as the last trace of cyanosis disappeared from his face.
"How are you feeling?"
"Aw, Princess, I didn't know you cared," he said in a hoarse whisper. With help from Wonder Woman, he stood unsteadily, then grabbed his sore chest and throat at the same time and croaked, "I'm just gonna go lay down." He lumbered in the direction of the entertainment room to crash on the couch.
Superman's voice sounded in their ears. "J'onn? Diana? Could you come to the conference room? There are things that must be discussed."
"Sure. Flash just went to lie down; I'll go get him and be right up there."
"No. He's not invited. It's concerning him."
Wonder Woman and J'onn looked at each other. J'onn raised an eyebrow and they both flew off to the conference room.