I apologize for the long wait in updating. Hopefully this chapter will make up with it. :bows:

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The second he was sure Bruce out like a lamp, Clark flew out of the room and demanded to know just what the hell was going on. The only thing that kept him from shouting was because Bruce was sleeping and because...well...

J'onn actually looked like he was ready to cry.

Which was kind of weird, seeing how Martians didn't have tear ducts and thus technically couldn't cry, but...J'onn was starting to make Kal doubt his knowledge of Martian anatomy. And he was sure that the others would start shouting if he did somehow manage to make J'onn cry, thus waking up Bruce, so he asked the question again, trying to make his voice as gentle as possible.

The result was him sounding like a cheese grater but hey, at least he was trying.

J'onn gave them the same rundown he did Bruce, his voice low and apathetic. The Leaguers were very tempted to just leave the poor alien alone, but...well...they had questions.

And Diana's question was, "But how does that explain what's happening to Batman?"

He sighed tilting his head to look up at the ceiling, away from their questioning eyes. "The Heat put a lot of stress on his body. It has...opened up parts of his brain that he is not prepared for."

Flash glanced towards Superman, who was starting to glare at J'onn again. Trying to avert his attention he asked, "How'd you know what to do?"

The plan seemed to work, as Clark smiled slightly, his eyes fogging over as he recalled faint memories. "I went through the same thing Bruce is going through when my powers first showed up. Everything was loud and hurt. It was my Ma' who helped me through it. I always wondered how she knew what to do but.." A shrug. "She said it was just a mother's instinct."

Green Lantern interrupted his trip down memory lane, stating in a frank voice, "Well he can't stay here if his senses are going crazy. My guess is he needs a quiet place, and well this isn't exactly it."

Silence. He was right, this they knew. But how in the hell were they going to convince Bruce? One didn't tell Batman to do anything. Unless one was Alfred. But none of them were.

Hawk Girl groaned. "Crap."

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The lights were off in the hospital room. Machines, which normally would have been beeping, were also powered down. Probably due to Bruce's sensitivity. But even though it was dark, they didn't need light to see the emotion that was playing on Bruce's face.

After talking to each other for what seemed like hours, while waiting for Bruce to awaken, they had decided that they were just not going to give him an option. Just...tell him that he was being exiled from the tower until he learned to control his new abilities.

Had spent hours, rehearsing what they would say, what they would do to insure that Batman would not have his way.

Yet...the rage...none of them had been prepared for the rage. Then again...how could one prepare for such a thing?

That was the one emotion that flashed through those blue eyes. Rage. Only, this type of rage was so horrifying, it caused several of them to take at least half a step back. If not more. In fact, Flash was practically standing in the hallway now.

And still going.

Bruce decided to keep his death short when he finally did snap. Which wouldn't be too far off.

Flash, feeling the gaze of death on him lessen slightly, let out a sigh of relief. He would live.

(Little does he know...)

Clark on the other hand...

Would probably die.

Of course, the speedster knew that the chances of Bruce actually killing Clark without the help of Kryptonite were...

Well...

Higher than most...

And in his present condition, kind of unlikely but...

One could never underestimate the power of the 'Bat-Glare'.

Oh no. It had powers. Magical powers. Like the power to make your pants suddenly become soaked. When you haven't had anything to drink all day. Magic. Ooo..

He felt the gaze land on him again and struggled to keep his mind blank. Crap. He was really bad when it came to shielding his thoughts from others. In fact, he was partially convinced that was why J'onn avoided eye contact with him half the time. And if Bruce was picking up on thoughts that were especially loud...

Green eyes widened behind the mask.

Oh.My.God.

Batman had the ability to piss off everyone around him, in just the span of an hour. If even that. He was sure that even nuns would find themselves saying 'Goddamn know it all..freaking son of..', if they ever did come across the Bat.

That could be why Bats doesn't usually hang around churches...because he's scared of making a nun swear...and going to hell because of it.

Making a nun swear...that was like instant going to hell material, wasn't it?

The glare on him was starting to intensify.

Crap. His thoughts. Aaaa he couldn't stop them!

That was the always the good part about Bats not having any powers. Because when he did piss everyone off they could curse him lower than a dog—and not get the glare-of-death thrown at them. Or worse. That smirk of his. That 'ha-ha I'm getting under your skin' smirk. Something which was really annoying.

But it was okay. Usually when Batman used that smirk, Flash would spend five minutes dreaming of what it would be like to be able to wipe that smirk off. Most of them involved murder. A few involved a lot of lubrication and--

"FLASH."

His head, which had drooped down sometime during his mental ramblings, snapped up. Painfully. Ow. He spent a second rubbing it before realizing that everyone was staring at him. Which reminded him of the fact that Bats just heard what he'd been thinking about. Which led him back to his first thought.

Oh.My.God.

Breathe. He needed to do that right now. In. Out. In. Out. Inoutinoutintouinoutinoutinoutinoutinout--

"You okay?" Wonder Woman asked, blinking as Flash shrieked, "LUBRICATION?! WHAT?! NO! BATS! NOTHING! YOU KNOW NOTHING!"

Something which caused Bruce's glare to intensify. He'd probably seriously hurt his eardrums just now. But he couldn't find it in himself to care.

They were still staring at him.

Except Batman.

He...

No...

He wouldn't...

He...

He was actually...

Smirking.

Bastard!

Nonononononononononononono—the thoughts were starting up. Except the word lubrication was circling through his head, over and over again. So he automatically skipped the murder and went right to the--

"FLASH!"

The fastest man alive whimpered. He was trying to stop really, he was, but Batman...it was his own fault really. He was the one who smirked and--

Moans. Thrusting. Lots of...

"FLASH."

He let out a manly scream. Manly. Oh yes. Not girly in any way.

"AAAHHH!! I'M GONNA DIE!!" And then he ran. Far far away.

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I have no clue if Batman hangs around churches or not. So... xD I'm going with not. Also, Flash in my mind, is bisexual. He likes sex. :shrugs: Man, woman, it's all the same to him. He just wants to have a good time. XD So no, I don't believe he's gay, and this isn't my attempt at a like...weird...triangle...rectangle...love...thing with...Bats, J'onn and Supes. No...it's just...Flash...being Flash.