I've been supplementing the lack of YJ episodes with Justice League episodes, but it's not the same! I miss my motion-sensing-hacking Robin and aster-feeling Supey and bickering-but-you-can-so-feel-the-sexual-tension Wally and Artemis and Old Spice poster-boy Kaldur and hot-damn-I-want-to-touch-your-arms Roy. Oh and M'gann. I suppose. She does have a cool Bio-ship, but the noise it makes kind of gives me the shivers.

Disclaimer: I don't own Young Justice.

"What's wrong with spandex?"

Superboy turned around to see Wally in his full uniform, leaning against the wall. "Everything," he answered plainly.

"They're pretty comfortable you know."

"No thanks. I remember my solar suit. It made me feel naked."

"But Supey, that's the best part!"

Superman grimaced. He wasn't sure he liked where this conversation was going.

"Everyone dreams of running around naked!" continued Wally, "The feeling of complete freedom! No restrictions! Total flexibility!"

Superboy remained silent and simply stared at Wally, who was grinning.

"And plus, the ladies dig a man in spandex." Wally raised his arms to the sides and flexed. "They can see all your muscles."

"Uh…"

Wally winked. "Why do you think I have an arrow on my uniform that points down?"

And at that moment, for the first and only time in his life, Superboy genuinely wished he were back in his pod at Cadmus.

Wally had made his final decision.

It had been a hard decision to make, and he had been quite torn, but after last night, his answer was definitive, and it was all thanks to Artemis. Or not thanks to her, as what she had done to him wasn't all that pleasant.

The team had been sent on another covert mission that had involved getting wet—really wet.

And no, not in that way you pervert.

The team had to make an underwater entrance through a sea-side fortress's wall, so off they paddled.

And when they got back on land, Wally had said something snarky to Artemis, who then retaliated in such a way that made Wally come to one of the most important conclusions of his life.

Artemis had responded not with her mouth, or fist, or even her arrows. She had just simply sharply turned her head.

And that's when Wally made his decision.

He was definitely going to stick with girls with short hair for the rest of his life.

Because getting whipped by two feet of soaking-wet hair had not only stung like a bitch, but it had also been utterly humiliating.

Yeah…he was definitely sticking to girls with shoulder-length hair or shorter from now on.

Reason #136 Why Roy Doesn't Want To Join The Team…

"Red Arrow, huh?" said Artemis, in her usual sarcastic tone, "Couldn't think of anything more creative?"

"Artemis, huh?" returned Roy in the same tone, "Couldn't think of anything, period?"

"Hey! In case you're not up to speed with ancient Greek mythology, Artemis was the goddess of the hunt, and used a bow and arrow!"

"To hell with the secret identity stuff then, right? I mean, who's going to connect Artemis the blonde-haired blue-eyed vigilante with Artemis the blond-haired blue-eyed student? What's the point of even wearing your cowl?"

"Whatever. At least when I'm with Green Arrow I'm not all of a sudden Team Deck-the-halls-with-boughs-of-holly!"

Roy glared at her. "I'm not even with Green Arrow anymore!"

Artemis ignored him and continued singing. "Don we now our gay apparel, fa la la la la la la la la! Wow, I never realized just how well the song fits you two!"

Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, and Barry Allen aka The Flash were sitting together at a table in The Watchtower's dining hall. Bruce and Clark were, as usual, deep in silent thought, and Barry was, as usual, busy eating. He stabbed a strawberry on his plate with his fork, but instead of eating it in his typical millisecond, he twirled the fork around and stared at the fruit, and suddenly a silly grin appeared on his face.

"Hey guys! Guess what!"

Bruce merely turned his head to look at him, and Clark muttered, "What, Barry."

"If I were a fruit, I'd be a straw-barry!" The Flash beamed. "Get it? My costume is red, and strawberries are red, and if you replace the 'e' with an 'a' it spells my name!"

Bruce and Clark's expressions remained unchanged, but Barry was accustomed to their stoic demeanors, and continued on with his newly discovered word-play.

"Or a rasp-barry! Or cran-barry! Oh oh, and the best…" He paused, and tried his best not to laugh. "Wait for it, wait for it…BAR-BARRY!" He finally broke down and howled with laughter, wiping away tears and attracting the attention of the rest of the dining hall occupants.

Clark sighed, and looked over at Bruce, who shrugged and pulled out his phone.

"What are you doing?" asked Clark, trying to ignore the fact that Barry was now pounding on the table in hysterics.

"Sending a message to Iris."

"Saying…?"

"I'm telling her to be cautious."

"About…?"

"The fact that Barry has suddenly gained interest in becoming a fruit."

There never seems to be an end to the feats of superheroes; it almost seems like there's almost nothing they can't do!

Well, that's where you're wrong.

Because there is definitely one thing that most of the men can't do. At all.

"Hey Batman!"

"Yes Robin…"

"Can you bend your arms in front of your chest like you're doing a bicep curl, and touch your elbows together?"

Several seconds ticked by before…

"Hey Robin…"

"Yes Batman!"

"You owe me a new uniform."

…

I swear I'm sane…?

Anyways, if nobody got the last scene, just go up to a really REALLY muscular guy, and tell them to touch their elbows to each other. I promise you it's impossible, unless they pull a Batman and rip their shirt. Not that, that's a bad thing, or anything… I mean, seeing—

I'm going to stop talking now.