Hi! This is the next chapter (duh) so... yay!

BTW: This chapter will be the shortest chapter- I swear. I just wanted to post it up here because I have internet. So...yea.

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Superman rested on the couch before hearing it... the boots slapping against the tile... the controlled breathing...the cape fluttering in the breeze his walking created... He leaped from the couch to flee.

"Clark." Superman turned awkwardly.

"Hey...Batman...what's up?"

"You tell me."

"I don't know anything about it!" Superman quickly said.

"Oh?"

"Really!"

"Tell me, Clark."

"Listen, Bruce, I swear. I don't know anything."

"Would you be willing to stake your life on that lie?" Batman asked. He opened a small pouch. Behind thick glass, a green, gooey substance sat. Superman stared.

"Is that some type of kryptonite?!" Batman smirked.

"You were saying."

"You can't threaten my life over a party!" Batman's smirk grew.

"I can."

"But- Bruce!"

"Clark..." Said reporter turned stubborn.

"I'm not going to tell you. If you want to kill the ONLY hope for Earth if Doomsday ever came, go ahead and open the pouch, but..." He trailed off, and shrugged. Batman's smirk was bigger then Superman could ever remember it being. His hand slid to the pouch, as Superman watched with fascinated awe. His finger levitated above the small button that would break the glass.

"Are you sure, Clark?" Superman felt sweat biting his neck.

"Bruce- don't do anything you'll regret later."

"I give you the same advice." Batman replied coolly. Superman craned his neck to look at the contraption. In seconds, he was holding it.

"Ha!" He said triumphantly, holding the pouch high. "Try breaking the glass now." Batman shrugged.

"Okay. Now, Clark, if you were me would you have expected you to do what you just did?" Despite the confusion that blossomed due to that sentence, the man of steel nodded hesitantly. "So, you would have a backup method of breaking the glass?" Superman stared, shocked.

"Er-"

"Tell me, Clark." Clark looked at the box he was holding, then back up at Batman.

"No?"

"Yes."

"I know you, Batman. You wouldn't kill me over a party." The hesitance in his voice was obviously sensed, for the dark knight smirked again, and inquired,

"Is that so?"

"Yes." His voice was laced with doubt. Batman stalked towards him, stopping mere centimeters from his face, and in a raspy, scary voice, muttered,

"You better tell me now, Kal." Superman felt his resistance die. He wasn't used to being interrogated by Batman, after all.

"I don't know much." He finally said. "I'm not the one who organized it."

"Who then?" The dark knight growled. Superman flinched.

"Wonder Woman?"

"Diana?" Batman echoed. Superman smirked at his bewilderment, then turned to go. Batman shook himself out of his reverie, knowing he had to find the Amazonian princess. There was one thing he wanted to say before he did this, however. "Clark!" Superman turned, barely remembering the box in his hands. "Give me back my jello."

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NEVER touch Bats' jello. I don't know why I put that in, cause I could seriously see Batman threatening Supes with real kryptonite over this :

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