Ex-League
Summary: Batman decides to downsize the Justice League. Inspired by the sketch Ex-Men.
Disclaimer: I don't own Justice League.
Author's notice: warning! OOC characters
"Is there something you'll like to talk to me about Bruce?" Oliver asked taking a seat.
"Green Arrow, world's best Archer," Bruce told sarcastically. "And how quickly does it take for you to fire an arrow?"
"Around five to eight seconds. Why?"
"Just wondering and how many arrows do you carry in that quiver of yours?"
"Twenty."
"So if we were being invaded by aliens you'll take out twenty...out of one-hundred thousand." The Dark Knight started to laugh uncontrollably. "Ha, ha, ha...your fucking worthless."
"Bruce, I'm starting to feel insulted, I mean we're both the only two non super powered members on this team."
"Yes, but I at least don't dress like a reject from the Village People."
"This costume is suppose to inspire fear in my enemies," he replied angrily gritting his teeth.
"Oh yes, I'm completely terrified of fucking Peter Pan." Oliver started to grit his teeth even harder. "Hey Green Arrow, its a good thing you fight retards for a living or else you'd would have been dead the first time you decide to fight crime."
"I put my life on the line every-." Oliver told angrily before being interrupted.
"Bang! Your Dead." Bruce shouted finger blasting Green Arrow. "It took me only less then a second to kill you."
"Bruce, you'd be killed to if you were shot," Oliver replied trying to be reasonable. "And you only shot me because you saw me."
"Actually no. I wear Body armour you wear a grade school costume for Robin Hood and bright green just screams Master of the Shadows."
"If your so upset about my costume than how come every single one of your sidekicks dress in bright colors?"
"Same reason yours is."
"Bait?"
"Yup."
"Well at least non of my sidekicks die." Bruce frowned at the mention at Jason.
"At least he wasn't a heroin addict." Bruce grinned as Oliver frowned. "Here comes Speedy: the world's greatest drug addict!"
"You take that back!" Oliver shouted standing up violently. "They shot real good."
"Oh, I agree with you. Speedy does shot real good...in the bathroom."
Oliver grinned angrily before calming himself down and taking a sit. "Bruce just give me another chance. Tell me what to do and I'll do it."
"Well you can start by getting the fuck of my spaceship you worthless sack of shit." Oliver left angrily out of the room with the Dark Knight laughing hysterically as he leaves.
Author's notice: who should Batman fire next.