THAT WHALE I KNOW

DISCLAIMER: Not mine.

Wonderbat385: I feel the same way about J'onn! I feel like The Flash is always lurking around to see who he can roast after they've been burned.

Oliver Queen mingled with the crème de la crème of Star City aboard his huge yacht. He'd planned this at sea soiree for months in advance. Of course, this wasn't just because he liked the uppercrusters but for charity. He made sure to schmooze those with deeper pockets a tad more enthusiastically, all to a live band.

His phone chirped. He looked down at its screen. It was Bruce. He excused himself and found a secluded area on the port side to read the message. It was a peculiar message, well more peculiar than usual.

'Be careful out on your yacht. Aquaman has been showing up every time I take mine out.' He could just imagine a grumpy Batman getting a visit from an exuberant Aquaman.

'That doesn't sound so bad.' He replied. His gaze drifted over the calm ocean waters and the brilliance of a sinking sun. His phone chirped. He read the message.

'Last time he swam up on a dolphin pulled chariot and yelled "Hey Batman let's go prank that whale we know"!'

Oliver let out a bark of laughter at the very thought of Batman trying to prank a whale. How is that even possible? 'That sounds fun!' He sent.

A moment later: 'I was Bruce Wayne at the time! The mayor was with me on the yacht.'

Oliver knew he should feel something like sympathy, but really the only emotion fluttering in him was pure entertainment. 'Oops! How'd you talk your way outta that one?' Seriously what lie could you fabricate that'd refute a well-known superhero addressing you as another Justice League member with such familiarity? This explanation should be good.

The reply was speedy and as expected it was off the wall gold. 'I told him my boat is called Batman and I knew the whale he was talking about from college.'

Oliver stared at the message gobsmacked. This was the kind of nonsense Batman fed the mayor? 'That makes no sense.' He sent.

His phone chirped. 'It doesn't matter. He's the mayor of Gotham. He'll be dead by next week.' Oliver shook his head. Ever the cynic, Batman. He put his phone in his inner coat pocket and smiled when a lovely socialite approached him with flirt written all over her beautiful features.

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