Here's a series of conversations a little less serious than the rest of the fic has been. Also written because Wally's not the only member of the Justice League who makes stupid comments.

Meeting

Date

"Let's try to get this meeting done on time this time, okay guys?"

"No worries, Supes. Gotta date tonight, so I can't stay long anyways."

"Really, Wally? Who's the lucky girl?"

"'Lucky' isn't quite the word I'd use."

"Yeah, and 'girl' might be a stretch too. You sure she isn't some alien in disguise?"

"Hardy har har. You and Bats just think you're hilarious, don't you? Well in your face, 'cause I'm going out with—"

"Wait. What's wrong with going out with aliens?"

"Well, you don't really count, Clark. You're a Kansas boy-scout, for crying out loud!"

"Well J'onn and I aren't, John. Is there something wrong with either of us?"

"What—no! I just meant—"

"Well?"

"…Shayera, help me out here?"

"No can do, big guy. I'm an alien too."

"…"

"What Lantern means, is that he's made a verbal error and that he's extremely apologetic to all who may have been offended."

"Very diplomatic of you, Bruce. The smug look ruins the effect, though."

"You're welcome, Princess."

"Ahem. If we're finally ready, let's get started."

"Man, and we never did get to find out who Wally's date was."

"Shut up, John."

"Yeah, what she said."

"Shut up, Wally."

Catfight

"I'm just saying that you should give him a break, that's all!"

"A break? Booster Gold blatantly disrespected womankind by making advances on a reporter who was clearly not interested."

"Womankind? Oh, give me a break. He was flirting. We do that on Earth."

"It's still disrespectful. And I resent your tone, Shayera. You haven't exactly been here long either."

"I wasn't raised on an island of women warriors. I've actually met men. I've flirted with people, and been flirted with. It's not as terrible as you make it sound."

"And how exactly do I make it sound?"

"Like he ordered her to kiss his feet! Tell me, Ms. "oh-flirting-is-so-bad-it's-moving-back-the-feminist-movement-forty-years," how would you even know if she was being disrespected or not? You haven't exactly had a lot of experience."

"Why you—"

Superman cradled his head in his hands, wondering how his meeting had gone so awry. Next to him, Green Lantern poked Flash and mouthed, "Five bucks on Shayera."

"So on."

Tabloids

"So, on the issue of public image—"

"Speaking of public image, have you guys read these lately?"

Shuffling papers.

"Wally, why do you even have tabloid magazines? They're trash."

"Really? So you really aren't cheating on Supes with Bats?"

"Very funny. Let me see that…Great Hera."

"Princess?"

"Bruce, look at this. How did they even get this picture? I could have sworn that the ground was molten lava when we fought Magma."

"Tabloid reporters aren't human, Diana. I should know."

"Wait, aren't you a reporter, Kal? Surely you can enlighten us on how this supposed human being got a shot of me with my uniform half burnt off and Bruce's arms around my waist while a STAR lab monster tried to turn the world into a literal hell."

"Um…he probably climbed a helicopter, dropped down to a building that was approximately two-stories up and snapped the picture while half-dangling out the window."

"…"

"…"

"…"

"…you're surprisingly knowledgeable about this, Supes."

"Um…"

"Is there something you need to tell us?"

"Well..."

"I say we jump him and take a picture of him with his clothes all torn up and then force him into a compromising position."

"Second the motion."

"Third."

"All in favor?"

"Hey guys, look, I'm sorry okay—I needed a scoop or Lois was going to kill me—we all know this isn't true—"

"Get him."

"Roger that, Bats."

"I call the eyes."

"The hair."

"What—ow. Let go. Let go. I HAVE LASER VISION AND I'M NOT AFRAID TO USE IT!"

Poor Superman. His meetings never seem to end on time, do they?

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