The Batmobile drove itself home, and thank the lord because without Bruce there none of them knew where to go or god forbid how to actually drive the complicated machine. The ride back to the cave is mostly quiet. Barry is sat in the back with Batman trying to look after him. Diana sat in the passenger side, just barely able to see over the side window, in which she was staring out. Clark on the other hand was looking extremely awkward sitting in the driving seat, but not actually driving. Not knowing what to do with his hands, he still held on to the bottom of the steering wheel.

Pulling into the cave, the group could see Alfred waiting by the side of the platform ready and prepared.

Alfred knew something like this would happen. Of course something like this happens! The children are being used to host the past members of the Justice league and they want Bruce's help. You know Alfred was getting too old for all this time travel, dimension, alternate reality, magic, cosmic shit. Why couldn't they have just one nice week where the strangest thing that happens in their family is that everyone dresses up in customs and goes out at night to hunt criminals and no one got hurt. It's sad to think that's what Alfred considered a good week.

Alfred watched as Ti-Clark! Clark. Helped Barry move an unconscious Batman from the back seat in the Batmobile.

'Oh bollocks'

And here Alfred thought master Bruce was becoming more careful as he aged. Maybe he was wrong. Alfred sighed as he went to fetch a cot to roll Bruce over to the medical area after watching Clark look at him like a lost puppy not knowing what to do with the unconscious man. This Clark must not be as familiar to his Bruce and the systems yet.

Quickly putting Bruce on the bed and pushing it back to medical room in the Batcave. Alfred noticed that the wound itself was shallow but Bruce's face was screwed up in pain. Quickly removing the suit and starting to check his vitals Alfred asked what happened looking at the guilt stricken faces of the three guests. Diana finally stepped forward as Alfred continued to work.

"I didn't notice a shooter in the overheads that was aiming right for me. I-I could have handled it but..."Diana voice seemed to dim in shame "he jumped in to shield me from it"

'Of course he did' Alfred thought. He couldn't let something happen to Damian, well any of them really. But Diana looked distraught, normally she just deflected it, dodged it or even taken it and never considered Bruce of all people so concerned about his teammates health. But no here lays an injured Batman. They haven't even been working together that long and something like this already happened. As bad as it sounds it would have been worse if it was their Bruce since they were still trying to earn his complete trust.

Alfred noticed what seemed to be purple like bruising starting to appear around the impact zone and seemed to be spreading. His vitals weren't too bad so his life wasn't on the line. Alfred started a scan to see what was wrong and causing him pain with practise ease (which is pretty sad), before giving him something for the pain.

"Let me guess" Alfred started turning back towards the group noticing the absent of one "Young master Bruce decided to continue on his own"

"Well he didn't quite say that..." Clark started

"His just rapping up the crime scene for us. Someone had to stay behind and look around" Diana stepped in

"Or he thinks more will get done if he is by himself. What's to happen if more of these thugs were to show up, surely not everyone needed to return. Backup would be beneficial." Alfred added trying to push them into thinking about understanding how Bruce himself thinks just as Alfred has mastered.

The three of them shared glances knowing that Alfred is right. Especially when it comes to Bruce and what goes on in his head. He probably needed a break from the group too.

"Haha" Barry laughed hollowly, rubbing the back of his neck "We haven't really gotten used to the whole team thing yet"

"Bruce especially" Diana adds bitterly. The guy didn't turn up to any team days and if he 'deemed' a mission important or difficult enough to show up, he left straight after. Even if we went to get lunch or something after or even to wine down.

They weren't a very effective team were they? We'll not yet.

The group shuffled out and made their way to the man area. Clark sat down on the floor with a huff, patting the one dog that let him. Barry went to pocking around some of the gadgets on display, while Diana leaned against the wall arms crossed and glared ahead at the nothing in particular, in a very Damian like fashion.

"We need to focus on getting along as a team, I reckon" Barry announced after a few minutes throwing some round ball with an illuminate blue light in the air before catching it.

"..."

Barry sighed " Look I know we all thought we were making progress and we all thought we knew our teammates. But the truth is we don't and I think some team building exercises would be really helpful, maybe even fun!" Barry tried to end on a high note

Diana was still kind of pissed at Bruce. She wasn't really sure if she should be or really the reason she was. Maybe it was just the fact that they weren't as close of a team as she thought. Actually she was mad at both Bruce's. She understood why Batman had stepped in fount of her, she is not even in her invincible body anymore, she understood that it was for the betterment of this child she inhabited and that it was foolish and naïve for all of them to throw the bodies in danger like that but... they were heroes and its their duty to help. Especially when it's a friend that needs that assistance.

Diana sighed eyes gazing back to over to the doors leading to the medical ward where Alfred was attending to an injured Batman.

"I think that's a good idea Barry" Clark said. He put on a smile but all up, Bruce was becoming someone he could consider a friend maybe even one day his best friend (sorry Jimmy). Turns out his progress wasn't going as well as he thought. He might have been a bit childlike to think like that.

"Yeah" Diana agreed reluctantly. She sighed again and pushed herself off the cave wall "We need Bruce to actually participate in group activities so we actually get to know him and not just what he wants us to know. Any ideas on how to do this?"

"So what I'm hearing" Barry announces. The bounce in his step returning "we should take him to a bar, so he will spill all his little secrets" Barry jokes

"...You know what I think. You're on the right track" Diana considers

"wait, what?"

"Not the getting drunk part" Diana explains "but going out as ourselves and getting to know who we are under the masks even if they're not that favourable" Going out and actually hanging out would be good. The other Justice league members do this on occasion, but not Batman. Never Batman. Understanding him is what they would like to accomplish with this. Batman while not as present as some of the other members, he was a big and important part of the Justice league. There's a reason why he was considered apart of this holy trinity thing. To be able to stand among (and sometimes above) some of the most powerful people in the galaxy is crazy for a mere 'so called' mortal man. But for a team to really work they should be able to trust and understand each other right? And that's not going to happen when all Bruce shows his face for is meetings, field work and upgrades.

"So you think we should drag Bruce somewhere so his forced to hang out with us?" questioned Clark.

"Exactly" she answered. Clark had his arms folded like he didn't really agree but nodded his head anyway. He always meant to catch up with Bruce, get to know someone who he considered a close friend, even if the other party disagrees but between his no metas rule and Bruce being always 'busy', he just forgot about trying. So he knew what Bruce would think about this but Clark would just go along for the ride while also reeking in the benefits. Barry however did voice his concerns.

"I'm all about getting out of this hole in the ground, but Bruce is not going to like this at all. I mean if we don't get injured trying to get him to come, were going to have to push him around on a trolley because he won't come willingly."

"Oh why are people so scared of just one mortal man" Diana said

"A mortal man who could scare even death" Barry sulked.

"Anyway" Diana announced loudly "His not too hard to convince. He'll come"

"well we can give it a try" Clark said a little unsure

Two hours ticked by and Bruce still hasn't returned. They were starting to get worried. Maybe Alfred was right and he was jumped back where they left him at the warehouse. Abounded him. No! It was to look after someone hurt. But all three of them didn't need to go back to the cave just for Alfred to do all the work.

But his fine. He has to be. His Batman for god sake. He doesn't just get jumped. But if something did they would never forgive themselves. They were more determined than ever to hang out with the dark knight than ever.

They thoughts were cut short were Alfred magically appeared in front of them, shamefully making members of the Justice league jump.

"Master Bruce has awoken and wishes to see you" he picked up some mugs placing them on a tray and leaving up the elevator.

Fear settled itself within the silence of the group, willing Alfred's return which didn't happen.

They shuffled their way into the medical bay heads low, trying to prepare for what was going to come.

It was quiet for a few minutes and they could feel Bruce's eyes tearing holes into their skulls.

Bruce was beyond pissed. He couldn't believe it. He knew they could be foolish, but what they pulled was just… just pure stupidity. He couldn't believe past him allowed them to get into a fight. Then again he didn't really care what they did at that time. But to participate in it also. Stupid!

Oh lord what if something happened. Even if they got injured his not certain he wouldn't be seeing red towards his idiotic teammates. But if something else were to happen…to any of them. Geez Bruce didn't even want to think about it.

But then again. That shot was aimed at Damien's head and there's only so many miracle's one father gets.

Bruce finally starts to speak up. Voice almost unrecognisable with disgust and…fear?

"How dare you…" They all flinch at his words, finally realising that he was speaking with not only anger but yes, fear. Their heads sunk lower, not daring to fight him on this. They are all aware that what they did was dangerous and that they were only thinking about themselves and their 'hero complex' and not about the safety of their hosts.

"It's like you think you have a choice in putting people in danger. You had no plan what so ever and weren't even covering each other's weak sides! You failed to work together. But that- that was nothing compared to your carelessness! It's like you didn't even care if your hosts were injured! What if something happened to them. What of their loved ones? They are not your bodies to use recklessly. They're not yours to use at all! You are untrained to your situation and never should have been there to start with!" The volume of his voice rose as he finished, only to stop and breath in an attempt to calm himself down, looking at his hands. His breath and the beeping of the monitors being the only sound in the room. Bruce felt he had no control. Distorted. So unlike him.

He raised his head searching all of their faces with a stern look.

"You have no idea what you just risked" he said quieter now.

A beat of silence past eyes still cast down before Bruce shifted to sit up more. The others rushed to his side telling him to lay back down and rest, but Bruce was too upset to listen.

"Get me my laptop"

When meet with questioning looks, Bruce raised his voice in frustration.

"The laptop on the Batcomputer desk, get it!"

"Bruce" Clark tried "You really shouldn't be working. We don't know what that thing did-"

"It's worth it, if it means you leave faster"

That shut Clark up. All of them really. It kind of hurt knowing how much Bruce didn't want them there. So they filed out to retrieve what Bruce asked for and hopefully not bother him for the rest of the day.