"Dammit" Bruce growled from the back. He was pulling his mask up on his cheek which exposed a clear tan line.
"What's the matter?" Diana said, keeping her eyes on the dashboard. Bruce had monitored the first four hours of flight, but she had demanded he got some food and sleep before they returned home.
Their teleporters had been destroyed when they got kidnapped, but the resistance they had join forces with had been able to give them a small spaceship with all the fuel and supplies they needed. They had a long flight ahead of themselves, but they would get home in due time and in one piece.
"Too many damn missions in daylight" Bruce sneered as he pulled the cowl all the way back and studied his face in a shiny iron spare part that had been lying next to him. Diana never understood why he would keep the mask on, even when it was just the three of them. He claimed he didn't even notice it anymore.
"Oh, Bruce" Diana first said with pity in her voice when she got a glimpse of him. But when she looked at him again, she started laughing at the poor man. The skin around his mouth was strikingly darker than the rest.
"I'm glad I amuse you, princess" he said insulted. She made sure no planets or meteors were coming up, switched to autopilot and walked over to him.
"You must admit, you look kind of..." she wanted to say "hilarious", but stopped herself midsentence and said instead a few seconds too late "…extraordinary".
Clark had been snoring since they left. Even though he had super-everything, the guy still insisted on getting eight hours straight as often as he could. Diana's giggling had woken him up.
"What's the matter?" he asked in a voice still deepened by sleep. Diana just discretely pointed to their fellow teammate's face. It looked like he had dipped his chin in soy sauce.
Clark wasn't as discrete in his amusement as the Amazonian princess. He started laughing and pointing right away.
"Thanks, Clark, that helps a lot" Bruce said sarcastically. "I am supposed to host Gotham's biggest charity event of the year just three days from now. If I cancel, several charity organizations are going to miss out on millions of dollars!" He examined his chin one last time. "I don't even have time to grow a beard…"
Bruce placed the metal plate he had used to see his own reflection on a table next to him. He shook his head silently, knowing Alfred would never be able to cover this with make-up in a way that looked natural.
They just needed to be in a distance that would make them able to contact base with their . Then J'onn would know their location and be able to teleport them back home. Bruce had calculated the flight to take 13 or 14 hours, depending on the amount of asteroid belts they had to pass. He wasn't that familiar with this part of the universe.
"Oh, cheer up, Bruce" Diana said. "I'm sure you and Alfred can compose a clever ski-mask explanation or something."
Clark's laughter slowly wore enough off for him to say: "Or provide you with a fake beard and a new hipster-identity!"
"Just go back to your flight and your nap, please" Bruce exclaimed while silently wondering how he would look in sailor shoes and a lumberjack shirt.