Title: Bathotel
Chapter: Intro
Words: 265 (this part...bitty, I know)
A/N: This is nothing other than pure, unadulterated fluff. I just watched Starcrossed, and this vicious little plot bunny jumped on me...more will be upcoming shortly. Review and tell me what you think!
Bruce Wayne stood in the middle of his beloved Batcave, jaw set rock-hard, surveying the damage.
The Thanagarian incident was a deep wound, one that would leave a scar on everyone. But it had brought the League to their feet, shown them what they could really do as a team.
Including trash his cave like nobody's business. (Speaking of which, what was Clark doing in his chair attempting to crack the computer password? If he wanted to check his email, he could jolly well do it at the Daily Planet.)
Even Alfred had been surprised when Bruce had, with unnatural generosity, offered everyone a place to stay at Wayne Manor until either other accommodations could be procured (which was doubtful, considering Wally's speed-sleep-walking and Clark's tendency to crush pillows to kingdom come), or the Watchtower was rebuilt. It didn't help that everyone's respective apartments had been ransacked by Thanagarians during that police-state-style manhunt.
"Hey, Bruce, I didn't know you kept that video of you singing...you know, you should try out for American Id—hey!"
The Man of Steel sat up from his now-sprawled position on the floor and grinned at Bruce, now seated in front of the computer, furiously changing the passcode. "Ya know, about that passcode...Princess#1 was pretty easy to crack..." He flattened himself against the floor again, giggling like a kid, as a batarang whizzed over his head.
Bruce sighed and hit engage on the new passcode. This was going to be eternity.