Batingency Plans

#9

It had taken years of work, hours of endless begging, and a bit of blackmail, but he had finally caved. Batman was throwing a Christmas party at the Manor.

He had invited the entire League and the Team, which meant their identities weren't secret anymore. Robin couldn't have been happier.

Barry and Wally said they couldn't make it, they were supposed to go to another party with Jay. Alfred internally breathed a sigh of relief. He had only cooked for the two speedsters once before, and there was no food left in the mansion when they left.

As such, Alfred had cooked two large turkeys, a mountain of mashed potatoes, bowls full of gravy, an armies worth of green beans, and so much more. He had hired several cooks to help him make this vast array, and the Manor smelled amazing.

The League showed up a few at a time. Ollie and Dinah came in with a bottle of champagne, Artemis and Roy trailing in behind them. Diana showed up with a dish native to her home. Clark brought an apple pie and a hopeful Connor. J'onn showed up with M'gann. Orin came in with Kaldur and a plate of Atlantean delicacies. Zatara brought his daughter, Zatanna, who held a plate of cookies. John showed up with a cake he had bought on the way there. The Hawks brought some weird Thanagarian drink that everyone else decided to avoid as soon as they saw it. Billy called in, he couldn't make it.

Everyone sat down to eat, piles of food sat in front of them in bowls. Then Hal walked in, late as always. Everyone laughed and he sat down. Everyone dug into the large feast.

In the kitchen, Alfred's danger senses started tingling. He pulled open the computer he'd had Bruce install. It was a computer with one purpose, and one purpose only, to track the two speedsters.

A map appeared on the screen, and two blips appeared. They were right next to each other, and moving fast. Very fast. And heading towards Gotham.

Alfred quickly shut the computer down. There wasn't going to be enough food! What was he going to do?

His eyes landed on a cabinet. In that cabinet sat the things he would need for the job. It was time for Batingency Plan 9.

This particular plan had been made after the two speedsters had decimated their pantry the last time, but he hadn't had a chance to use it until now.

Alfred pulled out the jar and quickly whipped up a dish that would knock the speedsters off their feet. Not literally, of course. He was very against violence. But something had to be done.

The speedsters arrived, whizzing up to the door.

"Wally, It's great to see you!" Dick shouted from the other side of the room where he was eating with the rest of the Team.

Alfred came out of the kitchen with a silver tray.

"I took the liberty of making you two appetizers, seeing as you missed the first course," the elderly butler said.

He pulled the lid off of the tray and a few harmless looking finger sandwiches sat on it. The two speedsters thanked Alfred and shoved the sandwiches down their throats. Instantly, they knew something was wrong. The sandwiches were incredibly sticky and stuck inside their mouths; they couldn't swallow them no matter how much they tried. And it was spicy. Really spicy. Like on freaking fire spicy.

"Mmat msi mis!" Barry tried to speak.

"That is Batingency Plan 9. You will be able to eat once everyone else is done," Alfred said.

He turned around and left. In the corner, watching the two try and rid themselves of the evil sandwiches, Bruce smiled.

It's a little early for Christmas, but I love the season.

Have a merry day,

Shadow