NO…
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing! Nothing I tell you! *Cries in closet*
Bruce sat in his jet eating a bag of gourmet-brand chocolate-covered blueberries and sipping on a bottle of sparkling Voss water as it flew on autopilot. He was content in his bubble of jazz music and solitude, but of course, it was heartlessly popped. Gwen Stefani's Rich Girl abruptly broke the blessed silence.
His eyebrow twitched. Jason… He picked up his phone, already having it synced to his jet's private Bluetooth. He glanced at it. It was from Green Lantern, John Stewart. 'If you ever need a lift for away missions just let me know. I'll bubble you.'
He glowered at the message unable to tell if the man was joking or serious. 'I'm good thanks.' He put in, returning to his blueberries. Dang it, now he had a taste for steak tartar. His phone went off, belting the K-pop-influenced song.
'You're so friggin' stubborn. Just admit that you're jealous some of us can fly.' He clicked his tongue after reading the message.
Him jealous of the flyers on the team? Please. If they needed to take a piss or crap in mid-flight they had to find a suitable landing place and risk soiling themselves depending on the urgency. If nature called for him, he just walked the 30 feet to the bathroom at the back. Luxury and convenience were at his disposal.
'I have private jets with entertainment, stocked with delicious food, chairs, AND a bathroom.' He dictated his reply message to the computer. He sent the message, turning to open the fridge beneath the console.
He read the message when his phone went off, scowling at the content. 'I made a little side bubble for that.' Smiling and winking emojis proceeded the message. And this is why he preferred his jets.
'And you wonder why I won't fly with you.' He sent before commanding the computer to access his playlist which started with Alabama Shakes.
END
A.N.: Green Lantern is so precious sometimes. But Batman is having none of it.