Kinda' short, yeah, but I think this is my favorite, no matter how much I hate Superman right now- ACCEPT YOUR SON YOU #$&(*#$(*&#()$*&!^#!
Anyways, I own nothing- no duhr, oh so 'amazing' creators-of-Fan!...
R&R?
Friends: Pick you up when your car breaks down.
Best Friends: Will make you wait for an hour or more, stop to get Starbucks, and say 'they'll be right there'.
Clark sighed heavily to himself as he leaned against his car, eyes flickering over his watch. Normally, if his car broke down, he could just fly back to his apartment- or super-speed there- but not while he was in the company parking lot.
So, not knowing what else to do, he had called Bruce for help. Looking back, he should have called Barry or John or Hal- even Oliver could have gotten there quicker. But, noooo, he just had to call Bruce.
Why me?
Then, a very nice silver Porsche pulled forward. The black-tinted driver's window rolled down, and Bruce's face appeared, his blue eyes shining with mischief.
"What took you so long?"
Then, Bruce lifted a Vanilla Bean to his lips and sipped it.
Why me?
…
Friends: Only know a few things about you.
Best Friends: Could write a VERY embarrassing story about your life.
"Hey, Bruce, can you help me out? I have a date with Lois, and I need someone to take up my monitor duty-"
"No."
"Please!"
"No."
"PLEASE!"
"N.O. No."
"Okay, then, I guess I'll just have to do a biography on the great 'Bruce Wayne' in the paper this weekend-"
"You... Wouldn't..."
"Oh, but I would. Remember that time in Puerto Rico-"
"What time?"
…
Friends: Call you 'honey' in text messages.
Best Friend: Calls you gay for it.
CK: Hi, Honey.
BW: ger away frm me, gaywad.
CK:*blushes* That was for Lois, sorry.
BW: stay away frm my son.
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Friends: Will be cautious not to annoy you.
Best Friends: Will know they're annoying you, and continue to do it anyways.
Clark Kent, now known as Superman for about a year, smirked at Bruce Wayne, Batman for three, as he readied his spit-gun. Slowly, he raised it to his lips and- pfwt!
"Hey! Bruce, that hurt!"
"You use spit-balls. I use darts."
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Friend: Gives you your phone back when they find it.
Best Friend: Changes all of your contacts into Harry Potter characters and waits for you to find it.
A very disgruntled Batman walked into the Monitor room, looking over and under different boxes and chairs for something. Superman sat back in his chair, smirking slightly. "Hey, Bruce! What'cha lookin' for?"
Batman stood, Bat-Glaring fiercely. "Nothing, Farm-boy."
Superman turned around, smiling broadly. "Come on! Maybe I can help!"
The Dark Knight Glared even harder, but finally grunted, "Fine. Have you seen my cell-phone? I think Barry hid it from me again."
Clark made his best straight-face ever. "Hrm... No, sorry, haven't seen it." Before Batman could say anything, Superman turned around sharply, trying to stifle his (manly) giggles.
Raising an eyebrow beneath his cowl, Bruce walked over and shoved his hand in Clark's pocket- "HEY!"- and withdrew his cell-phone. "Nice try, Kent." He began to flip through his contacts, looking for Selina's number. Finally-
"Why is my girlfriend labeled as 'Hermione Granger'?"
"HAHAHAHA- OUCH!"
…
Friend: Will offer you a soda.
Best Friend: Dumps theirs on you.
"Hey, Bruce, can you toss me a Coke?"
SPLASH
"HEY! What was that for?"
"Hermione... Granger?"
…
Friend: Would knock on you front door.
Best Friend: Walks right in, shouting, "Honey! I'm home!"
"HONEY! I'm hoooome!"
"... So that text wasn't an accident, was it?"
…
Friends: Make you feel better when you're mad.
Best Friends: Run around screaming, "SH**, HE'S PISSED!"
"BARTHOLOMEW ALLEN!"
Suddenly, Superman ran into the Meeting Room where all of the Leaguers were gathered. He crouched behind Wonder Woman's chair, to the woman's obvious delight. "SH**! HE'S PISSED!"
Flash suddenly stood. "Gottagobye!"
In a flash of red, the speedster was gone.
…
Friends: Listen to what you say.
Best Friends: Listen to what you did NOT say.
Superman landed silently in the Bat-Cave. He saw Bruce, his cowl down, sitting at the computer, typing away quickly. Even at such a distance, the Kryptonian could see his teammate's jaw clenched tightly. Taking in a deep breath, Clark walked over. It wasn't until he was standing about a foot behind Bruce's chair did the Dark Knight acknowledge him. "Why the Hell are you here, Kent?"
Clark wet his lips. "I heard about Ro- Dick..." He took another deep breath. "Bruce, he's gonna be okay-"
Bruce turned around sharply in his chair, and Clark was shocked to see the tears in his eyes, the paleness of his face. "He has a broken collarbone, collapsed lung, major concussion, blood loss, and is in a coma. Has been for three days." His eyes narrowed, making the tears grow. "You weren't there, so don't try to help it."
Turning back around swiftly, the man continued his work Clark silently stood there- he stood there for almost five minutes. Then, he pulled up a chair to sit next to Bruce. He had read the underlying tone of his best friend's glare.
I'm scared... Please stay...
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Did you like it? Did you like it?
Yeah, I know the ending was kind of depressing- BUT I HAD TO PUT ROBIN TORTURE IN! I'M SORRY!
Okay, so...
1) Bruce and Dinah
2) Bruce and J'onn
3) Bruce and ?
Please, don't review. *giggle*