When Batman awoke, Superman was next to his bed arranging a breakfast tray on a table. Batman also noticed some unfamiliar pink flowers on that same table.

"Good morning. I brought you breakfast. Do you like the flowers? Wonder Woman arranged them and brought them in last night with you're dinner, but you were already asleep, so she just left the flowers."

"How long have I been asleep?"

"About sixteen hours."

"You should have woken me."

"The world wasn't in peril, Batman. Besides I'm glad you slept, you probably needed the rest. How do your ribs feel?"

"Fine."

"That's good. Here, eat your breakfast," said Superman. Batman considered not eating simply out of spite, but he recognized how childish the act would have been. He was also very hungry. So he began to eat the food Superman had brought him. He noticed after a few moments that Superman did not seem to be leaving or preparing to leave.

"Are you going to watch me eat?" asked Batman.

"I just thought I'd keep you company for a while."

"What makes you think I want company?"

"Batman, why do you have to turn everything into a battle? My friend is hurt and I want to make sure he's okay. Is that a crime?" said Superman. Batman sighed and leaned back in the know propped up bed. He was staring at the ceiling. Batman was tempted to tell Superman that they weren't friends, but something stopped him. Something that wanted to spare Superman's feelings and something that knew the statement would be completely false. As much as Batman did his best to push people away, somehow he had friends. "Batman what's wrong? You've been more unfriendly than usual, and for you that's saying a lot. What is going on with you?"

"Nothing, I'm fine."

"I wish you'd stop saying that."

"What?"

"Fine. We both know you aren't fine. Something is bothering you, and I wish you trusted me enough to let me know what it is," said Superman.

"I'm going back to sleep. Get out," said Batman. A look of disappointment washed over Superman.

"I'll be back later," said Superman, as he got up and left the room. This time he didn't wait around Batman's door.

Batman sat still in bed. Superman was right, something was bothering him, but he wasn't ready to admit what it was. He felt badly about hurting Superman's feelings (something else he wouldn't admit), and then he felt badly about feeling badly. He was completely aware of how childish he was acting as he sat all alone pouting with his arms crossed. "I have to get out of here," Batman thought to himself.

Meanwhile on the other side of the Watchtower, Superman ran into Flash.

"What's wrong Supes? You look down," asked Flash.

"Something's wrong with Batman and he won't say what it is. And trying to get him to open up has been draining, with no success."

"I can't say I'm surprised, Batman doesn't exactly wear his heart on his sleeve. I'm starting to wonder if he has one to wear."

"He has one, Flash. He may try to deny it, but he has one. He wouldn't do what he does if he didn't."

"Try saying that three times fast," said Flash. Superman smiled, which was Flash's objective. "So how can you tell something's wrong with Bats?"

"Well, he's been more closed off than usual. And considering how closed off he is generally, that could be dangerous."

"Now that you mention it. I have noticed something different about him. Whenever I make a joke he either cuts me off or tells me to pipe down, but lately, whatever I say, he pretty much just ignores. And that hurts. I mean, our relationship is based on me irritating him, if he just ignores me, I feel like our friendship will die."

"I think I know what you mean, Flash."

Batman was headed to the hanger. He was glad he had taken the Batjet and not the Javelin otherwise he would have had to bring someone that could fly the Javelin back. When the elevator to the hanger opened up Green Lantern stood in the middle of it. Batman kind of liked Green Lantern, as far as he could like anyone that is. Lantern or G.L., as he was affectionately called, did not annoy Batman as much as the other Leaguers. His main objective was getting the job done, and Batman liked that. Although Batman did feel Lantern was too personal at 'work' sometimes. He dated Hawkgirl, their teammate, which Batman thought was unwise. Also, he had no secret identity, it was widely known that John Stewart was the Green Lantern; Batman didn't know how he felt about that. However, it was Lantern's life and he could make his own decisions. When Lantern looked up from the clipboard he was holding, he spoke.

"Batman," he said with mild surprise in his voice, "from what Superman said, I thought you'd still be recuperating."

"I heal fast," said Batman as he stepped in to the elevator and Lantern stepped out. Lantern tried to say something more, but Batman had already shut the elevator doors and was headed down to the hanger. Green Lantern shrugged his shoulders and proceeded to the main room of the Watchtower. Superman and Flash were already there.

"Hey, G.L.," said Flash.

"Hello, Flash, Superman," said Lantern as he nodded to the two men.

"Hello, Lantern. I hope that's not bad news you're holding," said Superman.

"No, this is just follow-up on the crime syndicate we busted up. They're all over at Riker's Island being processed."

"That's good," said Flash.

"I just passed Batman. I was going to tell him about it, considering how instrumental he was in stopping them, but I guess he was in a hurry."

"Wait, where did you pass Batman?" asked Superman.

"Elevator. I was getting off while he was getting on. He was headed down, I guess he was either going to the lab or the hanger," answered Lantern.

"I can't believe him," said Superman as he walked off to find Batman and put him back to bed. "I'll strap him to that bed if I have to," Superman said to himself. Superman was too late. Batman had taken off and was headed back to Gotham City. Superman couldn't help but feel hurt. All he wanted to do was help Batman, so why was "Bats" being so difficult. Why does he act this way?