Long story short: My computer got a virus. FROM DEVIANTART...

I'm not saying you can't use Deviantart, it's still an awesome website, but we think I got it from saving BASES. And, I'm not saying you can't save bases, I'm just saying that you should be VERY CAREFUL of which artist you get them from... I got mine from several different artists, so I can't say which one gave me the virus, but please don't be toooooooo paranoid...

I OWN NOTHING BESIDES THE BUNNNIEEEEES!

Friends: Make sure you don't do anything stupid while you're drunk.

Best Friends: Turn off all security cameras so you don't get caught.

Apparently, Barry had been oh-so-kind as to teach J'onn the wonders of alcohol. Now, the Martian was slurring and tripping around as Flash stood there, snorting with laughter. "Who knew Martian blood was so thin?"

Bruce rolled his eyes and pulled up his cowl before stalking up to every corner of the training room and plugging his gauntlet-computer into each security camera. Barry cocked an eyebrow and slowly began, "What are you..."

Then, Flash smirked when he saw all of the little red lights on the cameras click off. "Turning off security?"

"Who knows what a drunk Martian could get up to."

"Right..."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"Are you going to YouTube it?"

"Heck yes."

Friends: Cry for you when your long-term relationship goes down the tube.

Best Friends: Laugh at you.

"What. Is. So. Funny?"

J'onn looked up, a merriness in his red, glowing eyes. "I am unaware of which you speak."

"I broke it off, for the record."

"Was Miss Selina thrown in prison again?"

"... Maybe..."

Friends: Watch 'Cops' with you.

Best Friends: Are on 'Cops' with you.

Dick spewed Coke from his nose and lips, making Athena squeal with joy at the brown 'rain'. But, the teen wasn't paying attention to her. His eyes were glued to the TV.

Slowly, he reached for his cellphone and called Bruce.

"Dick. I'm in a meeting. What-"

"Why are you and Martian Manhunter on Cops?"

"Crap..."

Friends: Watch fireworks with you.

Best Friends: Ambush you with Roman Candles and bottle rockets.

"And you are sure, Flash, that this is a human Independence Day tradition?"

"I am a human, aren't I?"

"I suppose..."

Five minutes later.

"ACK!"

"Pardon me, Batman, but you scream like a female."

Friends: Tell off who hurt you.

Best Friends: Call you from a jail-cell, saying that they took care of it.

John Jones, detective for Metropolis city, frowned as he reached for his work phone. Every time he answered it, it meant a new case, a new murder or kidnapping or something else sad on this new home planet of his.

"This is Detective John Jones. How may I assist you?"

"Hey, J'onn. It's Bruce."

"Ba- Bruce. Why are you calling me?"

"Yeah... Uh, I'm kinda in jail, and I don't want Diana to know- plus, I think Ollie's in the cell over. Anyways, Dinah refuses to post my bail again, and-"

"What did you do?" J'onn tried, and failed, to hide his exasperation.

"You know that serial rapist who you were trying to catch, but he shot you and you had to feign injury, and-"

"You are babbling like Nightwing. What is it?"

"I kinda- well, I took care of him."

"Bruce-"

"Bail me out?"

John sighed and pulled on his coat. "I shall arrive in fifteen minutes."

"Right."

"Oh, and Bruce."

"Yeah?"

"How did you receive my work number?"

"I'm the frickin' Batman, J'onn."

"Of course."

Friends: Have a movie night with you.

Best Friends: Start a fight halfway through the movie because you insulted their favorite actor.

"ACK! J'onn! What are you doing with my husband?"

"He insulted Morgan Freeman."

"Yeah, but- BRUCE ANTHONY! PUT DOWN THAT FLAMETHROWER!"

Friends: Help you fix your car.

Best Friends: Saran wrap your car with 47 rolls before adding duct tape for good measure.

J'onn's eye twitched barely noticeably, but just enough for his teammates to notice. Shayera pulled Barry and John away, while Dinah and Oliver took cautious steps forward.

Slowly, mistakenly calm, J'onn pressed his comm unit to call his new best friend.

"Batman, over."

His voice oddly neutral, Martian Manhunter continued. "Why is my Bio-Ship wrapped in... saran wrap?"

"Red Robin's calling. Got to go."

"Batman!"

Friends: Share the last cookie/slice of cake/etc.

Best Friends: There will be blood.

"Gosh, Bruce! What the heck did you do?"

"Shut up, Boyscout, and go order some more Oreos!"

Friends: Listen to what you said.

Best Friends: Listen to what you didn't say.

J'onn could tell something was wrong. Sure, you couldn't tell by looking at the Dark Knight, nor was he talking any more than usual. His posture was the same, his movements not abnormally stiff. His scowl wasn't harsher than usual, and his eyes were not any angrier than usual.

But, J'onn was getting some intense, some extreme vibes from the Dark Knight.

They were not angry. They were not blood-thirsty and maliciously furious.

They were... sad. They were... tearful.

So, Martian Manhunter went and sat himself down next to Batman in the monitor room. There was a long, pregnant pause of complete silence.

Then, Batman spoke.

"You weren't on the schedule for today-"

"Batman. Your mental vibes are heavily saddened. May I inquire as to why?"

"I'm-"

"Bruce."

Batman sighed, pulling down his cowl. Bruce Wayne emerged, his eyes deeper black even than usual. He ran a hand through his hair and spoke softly, "Damian and I fought today... He said he wished I was still dead, and that Dick was Batman."

J'onn nodded gently. "M'gann and I have had arguments as such before." Unsure, J'onn placed his hand on Bruce's shoulder. "He will come around. You may trust me."

Bruce nodded back. "I know, J'onn. I know... And... thank you."

Friends: Walk out with the world.

Best Friends: Walk in when the world walks out.

As the Martian gazed out the window, watching the stars flicker in and out, a single, crystal tear fell down his cheek. He didn't wipe it away, but willed it to dissolve into the air.

"I saw that."

J'onn clenched his hands slightly and didn't turn away. "Batman-"

"It's Bruce now, J'onn. We've gone over this before."

"Bruce, then. Why are you here?"

Batman- Bruce- walked over and stood next to Manhunter, staring out the window of the Watchtower with him. "It's the anniversary."

J'onn's eyes grew wide. "You-"

"Yeah. I remember every date." Bruce sighed, running a hand over his masked face. "I remember when Connor died. I remember when Ralph died. I remember when Barry died..."

A vein in J'onn's throat popped slightly.

"I remember when Jason died, especially... And I remember that today, exactly a year ago, M'gann die-"

"Was murdered," J'onn growled, his eyes beginning to glow, "by Superboy Prime..."

Bruce put a hand on J'onn's shoulder. "I know what it's like to lose a child, J'onn. I lost Jason twice..." The Dark Knight sighed. "The feeling never goes away, but it gets easier." He smirked lightly. "You can trust me."

J'onn unclenched his fists and sighed, another tear rolling down his cheek. "I know, Ba- Bruce. I know... Thank you."

"No problem, J'onn. And, even with this... persona I've built up... You can talk to me- about M'gann- whenever you need to. I understand how it hurts..."

A shaky sigh came from the Martian's lips. "Thank you, Bruce."

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ABOUT: Death of the Bat

****** I need IDEAS! Prompts! ANYBODY!******

ABOUT: An Extra Robin in the Nest

****** ESPECIALLY YOU, Du'Vaarg! I don't know how I should have Older!Robin react with Younger!Robin's Justice League... I was thinking of bringing in Ollie and having him take care of Dick, since he has thirteen-year-old Roy and thirteen-year-old clothes and stuff, but... HELP ME!*******

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