The Bet
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"...Why is Hal wearing a dress?"
Barry looked over his shoulder and promptly began a most un-characteristic evil cackle. Still in his fit, he put a hand on on the table near where Atom stood. It passed soon, and, "Well, y'see, Ray, him and Karter had this bet going..."
At that moment, Hawkman walked into the room. ...in a chicken suit.
Calmly, the pint-sized hero turned to his friend, "Hal won?"
"In a manner of speaking," he paused, "or you could just say that Shay won."
Ray put one hand behind his neck in a 'well!' gesture, "Are they going to have to, eh, fight like that?"
Barry scrunched up his nose, "I didn't ask."
"You might consider it. I don't think that Sinestro will take Hal very seriously if, um..."
"Or the ManHawks, if..."
They stopped, looked at eachother, then cracked up.
J'onn walked in holding a cup of coffee. He took one look at the oddly dressed men, then took a very long gulp of the caffinated liquid.
Barry sat back in his chair, "Y'know, I keep thinking there was more to that bet than just bad dress."
"Should I be afraid?"
Just as Atom said this, Hawkgirl walked into the room, camera in hand. After taking some very candid shots, she pulled out her makeup kit and advanced on Hal. He let loose a very high pitched scream and ran off behind a huge chair.
"This was NOT part of the deal, you feathery floozy!"
"Deal's a deal, Hal..." Hawkman leaned back against a wall, folding his yellow-feathered arms out in front of him.
"Traitor!"
Hawkgirl took the distraction to pounce on the other man. After a few seconds, she flapped up to a higher ledge to admire her handiwork.
Hal stood up. Atom took a picture. Hal put Atom in a jar.
Things went down from there.
J'onn tapped Barry on the shoulder, "Don't tell Hal I put Shayera up to this, hm?"
Fin.