A/N: Keeping to my promise the story will be third person from here on out. Also I'm finally world building a little!

Barry Allen sat at a large table within a restaurant as he waited for his teammates to arrive. It felt strange to say the least. The only person he was used to seeing in civvies was Black Canary, Dinah, and that was only because she was Wally's therapist. The added fact that this wasn't the Watchtower only added to the surreality of what was happening. He nearly jumped out of his seat when someone tapped him on the shoulder.

"Calm down Barry! It's just me," the Kryptonian said as he sat down next to the Speedster.

Shaking his head Barry admitted, "Sorry son, this is all a bit weird for me," and it was. Barry had gone many, many years as the only young superhero. Now the man found himself as the link between two generations of heroes. It was odd to say the least.

"I know, and can you quit the "son" stuff? You're not that much older than me."

Barry laughed at the man. Superman… no, Clark, was only about twenty three. Meanwhile Barry himself was getting close to his forties. Add the fact that Barry perceived time differently, and the fact he was ten years the Kryptonian's senior when it came to vigilante work, Barry felt much, much older than Clark. When Barry finally managed to stop laughing at Clark's comment he began laughing at the other's clothes.

The man was dressed in a well used, and somewhat cheap looking suit. He genuinely looked like he had hopped out of the 1930's. The thick rimmed glasses didn't help any. Barry knew why Clark wore the glasses. Something as simple as glasses and posture change could make someone look completely different, and if anyone had it down to and art, it was Clark. The way the farmboy carried himself as Clark versus how he did so as Superman must have definitely helped keep his charade up.

A female voice from a little away spoke up, "Someone's cheery today."

Turning in his seat Barry looked at the rest of his allies, at least the ones he trusted with his name. Green Arrow, real name Oliver, Dinah, both Green Lanterns John and Hal, Wonder Woman, also known as Diana Prince, The Question, real name Victor, and who he could only assume was Martian Manhunter. He had never seen the alien's chosen human form, so it was a surprise for Barry to see him. At least he thought it was him.

Quirking an eyebrow at the man Barry hummed, "Um… J'onn?"

The man nodded with a smile and Barry smiled back. Their group quickly seated themselves around each other. Barry almost laughed when he realized it was in the same order that they sat in when they were all in the mess hall of the Watchtower together. Diana, J'onn, Clark, and I sat on one side while both the Green Lanterns, Ollie, and Dinah sat on the other. Victor, ever the paranoid man, sat so that he was in the walking space. The man was always ready to jump at the first sign of danger. There was two people missing however.

J'onn's empathy allowed him to know exactly what Barry was thinking. He looked over at the Speedster with a frown and said, "Bruce and Kate will not be attending today."

"Shut ins," Hal snarked.

John whacked him on the back of the head, "Mind your manners! You know that it's that time of the year. Can you really blame them for not coming?"

"Sorry, sorry! It's just, they didn't really open up to us for a long time. I forget about their… Um, their problems sometimes."

Ollie tapped his finger on the table before he tried to lighten up the mood, "So, how 'bout that Yankees game last night?"

"The Yankees are horrible," Barry shot without thinking.

Standing up in fake anger the archer pointed at him, "You, shut your mouth!"

"Nope," Hal interjected, "for once I'm agreeing with Barry."

"Traitor," Ollie spat dejectedly as Clark tried to contain his laughter. Dianna looked over at Clark in confusion as Dinah rubbed the bridge of her nose. J'onn broke in, acknowledging the elephant in the room.

"How have the children been fairing."

Clark abruptly stopped laughing and looked over to Ollie, who looked over to Barry. The Speedster groaned, hating that they were forcing him to go first. Barry awkwardly rubbed the back of his head, trying to think about what he should say. As the man thought Clark took off his glasses, and rubbed the lenses absentmindedly with his shirt. Ollie looked away from the Speedster and towards the ceiling. As Barry was about to answer J'onn the waitress came over.

"Are you all ready to place your orders?"

Quickly we listed off what we wanted one at a time. When it was Barry's turn the waitress gave him a funny look at the sheer amount of food that he had ordered, "Are you…"

Victor jumped in defensively, "He's very serious."

The girl nodded and walked away in confusion. Before Barry had the chance to tell Victor he didn't need to have done that, J'onn spoke up.

"None of you have answered me yet."

Barry sighed, "Dawn and Don are doing fine, they've gotten really attached to Wally actually. There's this one thing though…"

"And that would be?"

"Don… Lately he's been very hyper analytical of everything, and Dawn has been more… volatile towards the rogues."

"Perhaps that's a good thing," Victor interjected.

Ollie folded his arms, "Here we go."

In a hushed voice Victor continued, "Barry, you have been fortunate enough to attain something the rest of us haven't. Enemies that are willing to negotiate. They are willing to talk to you in a middle of a battle and you a fortunate enough to have a gift with words."

"I'd beg to differ," Hal said as the waitress came back with their drinks. Victor sat back in his chair, waiting for the waitress to leave. When she was out of sight Victor continued speaking in this odd, hushed tone.

"As I was saying, you've been lucky. Very lucky. However, I fail to understand how you can't acknowledge that this could change. If your son doesn't analyze every detail, and if your daughter were to fail to act with aggression when needed, they could die."

"Excuse me," Barry shouted, not believing what he was hearing. He felt insulted that Victor would even imply he'd let his own children get hurt.

Putting a hand on Barry's own Dinah began to talk, "I think what he's saying is, 'It's their way of protecting themselves.' You have words, maybe they just have strategy and brute force."

Diana lifted up a butter knife absentmindedly as she interjected, "I don't see how those are worrying qualities. In fact, they're good qualities for a warrior to have."

"Yeah, well," Barry began to say something, only to stop when he saw their waitress, and a few of her coworkers, walk over with their food.

The members of the League struggled to fit all the plates on the table. It was a large table but considering that the others had a meal to themselves, and that Barry had five to himself, fitting all the dishes and drinks was difficult. As John moved Hal's plate to make room for his own he joined the conversation.

"What about the kid?"

"Who? Wally? He's coping as best he can, I guess."

Dinah interjected, "He has some problems to iron out, but given what he went through, that's understandable."

Barry shrugged awkwardly. He trusted his teammates, really, he did. However, he didn't feel he had the right to talk about Wally's problems, even despite being his parental guardian. He sent Dinah a thankful look before he started to shovel his food into his mouth. As he did so he could feel a slight tingle in the back of his skull. He glanced over at J'onn and nodded, answering the Martian's question.

The usually green man proceeded to draw the attention off of Barry, "What of you Clark? How is your younger cousin fairing?"

The reporter choked on his apple pie out of surprise. Diana was quick to react, hitting his back roughly. Clark quickly brought a napkin to his mouth as he spat the offending piece of food out. By now Hal and Ollie were in hysterics over the Kryptonian's troubles. Clark shot the a glare before turning to J'onn.

"She's okay I suppose. Kara is learning English well enough, but the new environment is a bit much for her. When I told her about what happened… Well, she didn't take it very well."

He looked down at his plate, "Honestly, I'd be acting the same way."

Scratching the back of his head Ollie said, "Wait, am I the only one out of us three who isn't having trouble with my kids?"

Barry scoffed at the man, "Trust me, if you don't have problems now, you'll have them later."

After this the conversations became much lighter. The heroes joked, and spoke of nonsensical things. They had a good time, they felt normal for a little while. But then they parted ways as they always do. They were ready to defend each other tooth and nail the next time they found themselves on the battlefield together.

A/N2: So, the thing I never understood with DC fanfics is why no one (at least from the ones I've read) ever portrays the League altogether in their civilian live. And so this chapter was created!

Also, am I the only one in the world who loves the idea of Barry being way older than the other Leaguers, but still being a massive kid at heart?