3. The Vote
(JL, Starcrossed) 300 words:
He'd called the vote. He watched as John Stewart excused himself, as the ex-Marine and current Green Lantern Corp member stalked past the door and shut it with a barely audible click. The man had barely been able to restrain himself.
Now, the rest.
Diana voted 'no' almost immediately. Flash equally quick to cast his 'yes' vote. Sentimental. All of them. Still too raw. J'onn J'onnz's eyes glowed faintly, before uttering a soft 'yes'.
Batman watched as both Diana and Superman flinched. Diana's eyes now flickered between and past each person round the table. He noticed the slight desperation behind Diana's infuriated glare. Clark, the buffoon, seemed about to open his mouth. Batman beat him to it.
"No," he said, letting the syllable fall to the floor, sink its weight into the carpet. Clark raised his eyes to him, and he held his stare through the cowl, almost feeling the Kryptonian's mind squirm. Wally sank further into his chair, mouth agape, mercifully silent.
Yes, Clark. Choose.
Superman's face cleared. He smiled, and with a voice much lighter than it had been five minutes ago, said, "Yes."
They called John in. They sent for Shayera.
After Shayera had left, Diana had disappeared with such speed that Bruce almost wanted to blink to be sure. He gave another pointed look to Superman, before swishing his cape after him as he moved towards the exit.
That was... admirably tactical,a voice sounded in his head. The Martian.
Clark had to be the one to make that decision. Batman bit out, even as he considered which corridor she had decided to flee to once he reached the main hallway. Excuse me for not alienating another member. He paused, then, I'm sure you'll understand.He couldn't help it.
And get out of my head.