Disclaimer: I don't own Justice League, and I'm glad! Glad, you hear me?! Especially the person who said I was crazy for not liking it. Let's get one thing straight. I'm not crazy because I don't like something. I'm crazy because I have a mental disease. Just playin' I've got nothing but love for you all. :)

Author's Note: I was so happy because of my report card, I decided to write the final chapter to this fanfic. My less fortunate friend, Psychotic 101, was not happy with hers and decided to eat it. (This is true! I was there! She said "It was sayin' somethin'!" and all it needed was hot sauce.) Now back to the story that will hopefully piss people off to no end. All you superfans, please have your hate mail ready.

Chapter 5: Love Revealed

I feel like a dipshit sitting here, thought Batman to himself as he sat on the cold bench of Gotham Park. To think, the amazing Batman, the heartless vigilante, the unrelenting bringer of justice, the brains behind the Justice League, would be so caught up in a secret love affair. I feel like a fifteen-year-old school girl. Batman yawned. It wasn't unusual for him to be up late. It's just that recently, he'd been overworked and over-stressed. He could stand working alone. He could not stand co-workers. And he definitely could not stand being left in suspense. Which is why he found himself here in the middle of Gotham park at 1:40 in the morning?

He decided to lie down. The bench wasn't his nice warm king-size, but as tired as he was, it would have to do. Slowly, he began to drift into sleep.

He wandered into the darkened woods of Gotham Park. The street lights glowed dimly overhead. The rain began to pour. A woman stood in the ray of light, blurred by the mist.

"Batman . . . I had been waiting for you a long time."

"You . . . I didn't think you would ever return to me."

"I tried to distance myself. I tried to make myself believe you were bad. But I was only deceiving myself. I could no longer deny my love for you, Bruce. And I'll never leave you again."

He embraced her, as her tears mingled with the mist. I'll never let you go, Selena.

A cold hard wind snapped Batman back to reality. He awoke with a start, searching his surroundings. There was no sign of his beloved Selena, and he had a strong feeling that she wasn't the one he would meet tonight.

Batman began to feel empty. He was hoping he could regain what he'd once lost. But now he knew that wasn't the case. He got up and began to walk back to the Batmobile. Suddenly the street lights all faded away. He was stranded in complete darkness, but he wasn't alone. He felt a strong, yet gentle hand on his shoulder. He turned and embraced the owner. "I knew it was you, Diana," he breathed softly.

"I can be whomever you want me to be," replied Superman, holding Batman tighter.

"I swear to God, Clark, if you don't let me go, you will end up a plate of 'what the fuck' with a side order of 'who did it and why come'."

"What's the matter, Bruce? I guess you're new to this. That's all right," he said. "I can teach you . . . " Clark began to nibble on Bruce's trembling ear.

"The whole world has almost stopped today as all of us, including me, mourn the death of Superman. The funeral was closed casket, as coroners described our heroes disfigured body as "a plate of 'what the fuck' with a side order of 'who did it and why come'." The largest remnant of the body, the skull, had a bullet which appeared to be made of Kryptonite lodged in it. We tried to track down the Justice League to ask how they felt . . . "

Bruce Wayne turned down the television and relaxed in his bed. As he rolled over and turned off the light, he heard the intercom buzz.

"Master Bruce, you have a strange looking letter that arrived twenty minutes ago. Shall I.."

"Burn it, Alfred," he said lazily hitting the receiver. Never again would he open a letter.

The End

Ha! Wasn't that wonderful?! I knew you all would like it. Especially you Catwoman and Batman fans. Well that's all. The Power of Friendship be with you!

Love,

Chibi- Vicki- san