Wow. I didn't think so many people would like the story. So, uhmm, here. I wrote a chapter. Not quite sure where I was going with it, but it seems to have turned out OK. Hope ya'll like it.


Batman was not in a good mood. While this had been previously established by several people, it was always a good idea to remind one's self of the fact, just incase. Now, no one liked being around Batman when he was in such a mood, but certain people had to be, as everyone else found the risks far too great. The people who could safely engage the Dark Knight were very few; Zatanna, being somewhat like a sister, Jason Blood, being a very old friend, Timothy Drake and Dick Grayson, being adoptive sons and, as such, use to his moods, Alfred, being a proper Englishman(which is, by the Queen, reason enough!), and Clark Kent, being invulnerable, friendly, either very brave or very dumb, and generally quite boy-scout-ish. There are likely others who may or may not have escaped the author's memory. The latter of which, Clark, not the 'others,' just so happened to be forced into monitor duty with the cranky bat.

Now, monitor duty itself did not entail that much work. You would simply stare at the monitor, as the name would imply, and if trouble should arise, you would tell J'onn or Mr. Terrific via intercom and then resume the staring. In short, it was a very boring job, and even after years of Pa repeating 'patience is a virtue,' could only keep poor Clark's attention held for so long. Well, naturally, his first response to boredom was to, of course, bug Bruce. Which would have been perfectly fine had Bruce been in a better mood, which he was very obviously not, making it no so fine.

"Not much going on, huh?"

No response.

"Freak snow storm in Iowa, gonna be bad for the crops."

No response.

"I'll bet Ma is baking muffins right now…"

No response.

"…The chocolate chip kind…"

Shoulders tensing.

"…With blueberries in them…"

Eyes narrowing.

"…From Farmer Ross down the road…"

Teeth grinding.

"…I wonder how his sheep are doing? I should go down this weekend and-"

"Clark!"

"Uh, yeah Bruce?"

"Shut. Up. Now."

That would be the 'I-am-trying-very-hard-to-restrain-myself-from-shoving-a-bat-a-rang-down-your-throat,' voice.

"…"

"Good."


In a rather modest, but fancy apartment in Gotham, Selina was sprawled out on a futon watching the news. While this was fine with Maven and Isis, the remainder of her companions seemed very upset about having the channel changed when they had been intently watching Animal Planet just moments before. They were, however, cats, and would get over it.

Selina sighed, somewhat confused at her day.

First, everyone hated her, then she hid in a closet, then a bunch of superheroes hid in the closet, too. They all got along swimmingly and had a grand time. Then they left, she got more evil looks, and later she came back home.

There was so much to think about. Most important being did she want to stay? Sure, most of them were hypocritical jerks, but the three she talked with were actually OK. Not to mention Batman was up there somewhere. The rest of them didn't trust her though. Was it worth it?

Maybe…

"What do you think, Love?" She asked Isis.

Isis mewed and jumped into Selina's lap, purring.

"That a 'yes?' Well, I guess I'll keep at it, then. But you're coming with me next time!"

Isis purred. She for one liked the idea.


Across the city in stately Wayne Manor, Alfred Pennyworth was cooking up a delightful smelling meal, that Master Wayne would probably not come home in time to eat, mind you, but would be most pleasing to the current company.

"Oh, come on Babs!"

"Kid, you are so not gonna win that argument."

"Not you, too, Dick!"

"Sorry, Kiddo, she always wins."

"Aww, that sucks!"

"Master Timothy, I'll not have you speaking in such a manner while in my kitchen."

"Yes Alfred."

So after being soundly scolded by the Englishman, Tim, Dick, and Barbara quit arguing and moved on to a different subject. One that would not give Alfred reason to give them all 'the look.'

Tim sighed and rocked the chair back on two legs.

"Hey, did you guys hear that Catwoman joined the League?" Dick asked. His chair was balanced on only one leg.

"No way!" Tim exclaimed, nearly falling.

Barbara nodded, "Yeah, I hacked their system when I heard and saw her file with my own two eyes. She really got accepted."

Dick smirked, and added a sarcastic "Wonder who put in the good word for her?"

Barbara frowned at him and whacked the back of his head.

"So, is she, like, gonna be on our side, now?" Tim asked as he too attempted to balance his chair on one leg.

Dick shrugged, "Looks that way, Kiddo."

"Hmph," Barbara. "I'll bet it's just another one of her schemes."

Dick laughed, "Is that jealousy I hear?"

"No!"

"It is! You're jealous of Selina because Bruce let her in the League." He laughed. This was just too much fun.

"I am no such thing, Wonder Boy!" she said indignantly.

Tim laughed, "Yeah right, and Bruce doesn't have a giant stick up hi-"

"Master Timothy!"

"-sorry Alfred! But, come on, admit it, you want in the League. All of us do." he said, putting an arm over her shoulder. She laughed and Dick took the opportunity to put his arm over her shoulder.

"Not happening, Lover Boy!" she laughed.

He smiled and shrugged, "Can't blame a guy for trying."

"I can too."

And with that they all burst into an undignified giggle fit that, had it been witnessed by the criminal underworld, would have scarred them all for life or at least required years of therepy to cure.