A collection of weird and random drabbles. If you like it review, if you don't, well, don't.

DISCLAIMER: You know that I don't own them. You know that. But I'll say it again – I don't own them.

SIX THINGS THAT HAVE NEVER HAPPENED TO THE JUSTICE LEAGUE

"Ha-ha-ha! I have finally put you in a no-win situation, Superman! Once that I have entered the code this cryptonite bomb will kill you!"

Superman only watched, trapped in a force field, as Lex Luthor approached the control pad. He thought to himself: "This seems to be the end…" To his surprise, Luthor stopped and scratched in his in the most unusual manner. A puzzled and somewhat blank expression

made its way to his face. And with a sigh he said: "I… forgot…the code"

"Master Wayne, I'm afraid that I have terrible news for you."

"…"

"It seemed that your multiple donations and the expenses related to your night job are finally affecting your finances."

"…"

"In a few words, you're broke."

"…"

"…"

"Damn it…"

The popular TV show "What you should be afraid to ask" host John Johnson screamed enthusiastically: "AND NOW PLEASE WELCOME THE MOST IMPORTANT FEMALE SUPERHEROINE ON EARTH… WONDER WOMAN!" The aforementioned superheroine walked into the studio with a pleasant smile. She took a seat and began in a diplomatic tone: "Thank you for inviting me. I think this is a great opportunity for me to express my belie…" Wonder Woman was rudely interrupted then the host yelled again: "THANK YOU FOR COMING TO…" The audience chimed in: "WHAT YOU SHOULD BE AFRAID TO ASK!" "THAT'S RIGHT! AND NOW…ON WITH OUR QUESTIONS!" Wonder Woman unsuccesfully attempted to say something. "QUESTION # 1! FROM OUR VIEWERS IN KENTUCKY! IF YOU'RE GREEK, WHY ARE NAMED AFTER A ROMAN GODESS?" "Erhm… I don't really…I don't…my mother…she…" "QUESTION # 2! OUR VIEWERS IN LOUISIANA WANT TO KNOW WHY YOUR COSTUME HAS GOT THE COLOURS OF THE AMERICAN FLAG IF YOU'RE GREEK?" "Well, I haven't really thought about it, I… It was made that way, I don't know!" "QUESTION # 3 AND 4 FROM OUR VIEWERS IN TEXAS! IF ON YOUR ISLAND THERE ARE ONLY WOMEN, DOES IT MEAN THAT YOU'RE ALL LESBIANS? AND HOW DO YOU REPRODUCE?" Three seconds of painful silence later, a WonderWoman-shaped hole had appeared on the studio's ceiling.

The Flash had gotten a call in order to stop in a interplanetary conflict between two alien races. Normally this kind of mision would go to Superman or Wonder Woman or anybody else on the League, but everyone but him was beyond reach. Apparently, both races had been accusing each other of trying to exploit their planet's natural resources. Who was right and who was the evil invader? That was for the Flash to find out… Actually, the young superhero usually used one method to uncover the truth and so far it had been failproof. The ugly and/or monster-like ones were the bad ones. The humanoid and/or wise-looking ones were the good ones.

Flash arrived at the scene of the interplanetary conflict, where he was to be greeted by representatives of both races, a few nanoseconds later. Two hideous, big-toothed, huge-clawed, scale-covered (one green and one yellow) monsters were waiting for him. Identical blood-thirsty grins widened at him. Two armies, both fully equiped with tanks, big guns and rockets, waited for the battle. And both representatives greeted him with a polite and dignified "Hello, honourable hero" Flash's brain had never been this close to exploding.

After finishing a mission Shayera was running late for a meeting at the Watchtower. Normally she would not worry, but this was the only meeting of the year that was worth attending (monitor duty was assigned). But, unfortunately, the transporter had been slightly broken and she had to get to a randevouz point, which happened to be New York's center in order to be beamed up from there.

Cursing the Flash, because everything was always Flash's fault, Shayera went outside and was about to take a taxi, when she discovered that there was a chaos on the streets called "rush hour". So the winged woman decided to take the subway. Big mistake.

Four crazy people assaulted her, screaming "an angel! A sign of Apocalipse!". Her wings got more damaged because of all the people pushing and trying to pass, when they ever had been damaged in a fight. And she had lost what felt like half of her the feathers that were pulled out for souvenirs. Seventeen people asked her for an autograph, two confessed their undying love (one of them called her Wonder Woman) and thirteen took pictures.

Finally (and two hours late for the meeting) Shayera arrived at the randevouz point, where she was succesfully beamed up. Her hair and feathers were equally messed up and ruffled and she was sweaty and red. As she entered the conference room, everyone was still there. At Superman's announce that her monitor duty time was the worst, Shayera felt calm, very calm. She calmly and silently left and came back wielding her mace, calmly slammed it in the center of the round table and calmly attempted to bash Superman's head, all that with a neutral expression. Monitor duty was immediately reassigned.

The Javelin had been going around in circles for about an hour.

"Are we lost?"

"No, we are just a bit off course!"

"Can't we stop for directions?"

"But we are in space!"

"Typical of men. They won't stop for directions and just keep making excuses!"

"But we're in SPACE! We can't stop and ask for directions!"

"So where are we going anyway?"

"Nowhere, unless we STOP FOR DIRECTIONS!"

"WE ARE IN SPACE!"

"They have got cabin fever. We are so dead."

Maybe I shouldn't have posted this. I'm doubting myself and especially my mental health.