1 Disclaimer: Do I still have to put this when you all know I don't own, want, or like Justice League?
Author's Note: You are still reading this? You really must have nothing to do! Anyway, I'm not sure if I should end the fanfiction quick and painlessly or if I should draw it out longer. Well, I'll see how things turn out after I type this next chapter. (Just between us, I make these up as I go along. The chapters are not pre-planned. I will be extremely lucky if a plot develops out of this one.)
Chapter 3: Another message
Batman left for the call, leaving strict instructions for Alfred to make sure that Robin stay put. It was bad enough he now had a team holding him back, and he definitely didn't need an annoying adolescent hindering him as well. Which reminded him, it was 10 o'clock, and Robin still wasn't home. Probably playing 'super hero' with those brats in Titan's Tower, he thought. Kids think they're fucking invincible when they keep making rookie mistakes. I hate them. Batman decided not to let it get to him, he had enough problems to sort out. And of course, he was going to be 'fashionably late' again. If Hawkgirl was there, he knew he'd get an earful. Fucking parrot bitch, he smirked.
It was 10:37 when Batman arrived, and just as he predicted, Hawkgirl made sure he knew it.
"It's been more than half an hour, Batman," she began. "You even missed the crime....caw caw caw, polly want a cracker...." (Needless to say Batman's mind wandered again.)
"Where's the perpetrator?" asked Batman, cutting off Hawkgirl mid-speech.
"Sadly to say," began Wonder Woman, "the call was a hoax to lure us here. We've sent Flash inside to see if anything's been stolen. Oh, and don't mind Hawkgirl, all of us arrived here ten minutes before you, so if there was a crime, we missed it as well."
Batman found Wonder Woman's voice soothing. Soothing compared to the screeching noises from the parrot. Maybe she did send me the letter after all, he thought, not that I care or anything. But when did she learn my true identity?
"Ah, Batman," said Superman as he walked over. "It's always a pleasure."
"Cut the small talk and tell me what you know," said Batman listlessly.
"Well, we don't know too much of anything seeing as how we missed the crime, but maybe you should help Flash look through the vault, just in case."
Batman nodded in acknowledgment and went to investigate the crime scene. But before he could enter, Flash rushed out like a hyperactive cheetah, and ran straight into Batman.
"What the hell?" yelled Batman, as he was tackled to the ground.
"Oh! Hey Bats!" exclaimed Flash. "Fancy running into you, huh?"
"Yeah, sure. Now get the hell off me."
"Oh, yeah, I guess I should watch where I'm going. But anyway, you, my dear Batty, are just the person I wanted to see."
My dear Batty? What the hell! Batman thought to himself. But he didn't let it get to him. "Why did you want to see me?"
"'Cause I found this!" Flash exclaimed pulling a letter from behind his back.
The letter was in a black envelope that had silver trim. 'Batman' was written on the front in silver ink.
"Oooh! Ooooh! Open it! Open it!" yelled Flash, jumping off of Batman and running in circles.
We have got to get him some Ritalin, thought Batman to himself as he pulled himself off the ground. He knew the letter could be only one thing: a love letter from the same mystery person. The hell he was gonna read it there. He looked at the envelope and examined it closely. He noted that on the back, it was sealed with a kiss from black lipstick Batman stared at it curiously.
"You know what? I'll examine this later," said the Caped Crusader as he brushed off his shoulders.
"Why won't you read it here?" demanded Hawkgirl, glaring at him.
"Hmm.....let me think," he paused. "How about.....because it's none of yo' damn business, hawk ho!" He walked over to his bat jet and prepared to depart.
"You will check in with us later, won't you?" said J'ohn telepathically.
"Sure, whatever." Batman started the engine to his jet, taking one final glance at the beautiful moonlit sky and the scene on the ground as Wonder Woman and Superman tried desperately to restrain Green Lantern and Hawkgirl. Yes, it was a beautiful night indeed.
Batman parked the jet in the Batcave, went up to Bruce's study, and opened the letter.
A red card fell out when the paper was unfolded.
The letter itself appeared to be blank.
To Be Continued....
Wow. Let's all reflect on that chapter. As you can see, I made it quite clear to you readers who on the Justice League I hate. Sorry for making Batman ghetto. We all learned a new word– Fucking Parrot Bitch– so let's all use it in school! As my friend, Oni Misstress would say, "I kept y'all waiting for (check watch) damn and I didn't say anything. For that I apologize. I'll try to write a fourth chapter, only if you send me reviews.