The Milk

A/N: Thanks for the reviews and the Follows. I hope you all enjoy this. And I know, I'm weird. And here is a shameless plug for my friend's, Lightdragon1987's story Superbat. If you think my stuff is funny you would really like her's. Yet again, no real canon at all, but if you want one, new 52 when Trevor is still alive.

"Hey Bats, you wanna join us? We're watching Top Gear!" Hal Jordan of the Green Lantern Corp shouted as Gotham's Dark Knight slipped passed the couch were himself, Superman, and the Flash were seated eating a large bowl of popcorn and watching TV. There was something nice about having a TV that the government bought to keep you happy. Especially when it was on the large side. It made Sunday night Football awesome.

Batman cocked his head and looked at the three men. He muttered something to them, before heading into the commissary. Hal looked back at the other two men, "What did he say?"

"I think that was Bat speak." Barry Allen answered, before tossing a piece of popcorn up into the air and catching it into his month. "He hasn't had his coffee yet. You know you don't talk to Batman until he has at least one cup. Two to be on the safe side."

Batman listen to the men talking as he made his coffee. The coffee maker was the one thing that Bruce knew how to work completely. As it finished, he got his bat symbol mug out and poured the coffee into it. Now just a little milk and it will be perfect. He got the milk out of the fridge and opened the lid. The smell, the awful, paint peeling smell began to seep into his nose. "OH DEAR LORD!" He shouted, "OH GOD WHY?" It was a smell that could have killed a man. He slammed the lid on quickly and began to cough. He had never smelt anything like it in his life. And his superheroing involved running around in sewers a lot more than he cared to admit.

Clark and Hal were in the door way within seconds, "What? What is it?"

"SMELL!" The Batman said, reopening the milk and pulling his cape over his nose. The two men had different reactions. Hal face twisted up but he fared better than Superman, who fell to the floor gasping for air. Hal had both hands over his nose, trying to keep the smell from getting up there, but it wasn't working. He was trying to hold in a few gasps but found they were slipping out. Superman was on the floor, gagging and also trying to plug his nose.

"CLOSE IT! CLOSE IT!" Superman shouted, wondering about what God hated him so to give him super smell. He was on the floor, clawing at his nose. Batman slapped the lid back on the milk and the super powered man recovered. "What is that?" He asked, getting up and peering at the milk with his xray vision. "And why is it pink?"

Batman looked at the label. "It says it is two percent."

"Screw that, Trevor is sending us nonfat from now on." Hal said, grabbing the carton of milk from Batman then looked at the two men in front of him. "Now what do we do with it."

The two other men looked at the carton in the Lantern's hand, then at each other. Clark voiced Bruce's Thought, "We have to have Barry smell it."

"NOT ON YOUR LIFE!" The Flash shouted from the other room, "I have smelled enough things for you Hal Jordan." There was a silent that followed with a lot of questions that were not voiced aloud. "Hey, you guys should check out this car, it's amazing!"

Hal looked to Clark to help but the superman shook his head, "I'm not chasing, and holding him down to smell that….we have to get rid of it."

Hal looked at the milk in his hand, "You found it. You get rid of it." He shoved the milk back in Batman's hands. "I don't think it can go down the sink….not if we want to use it ever again."

The Batman looked at the milk in his hand, and then cracked a smile. "I have an idea." He declared, brushing passed the two men.

Moments later, the four men were standing in front of the air lock. "So what do you think will happen?" The Flash asked, looking at the milk carton as waiting for it's ride out of the air lock. "I mean, you think it will pop?"

The Batman stroked his face for a second, "Well, it does have some air in the carton," he shrugged before hitting the red button and shooting the milk out into space. The men watched as it floated out, slowly but surely opening, sending pink, chunky, milk out into the vacuum of space. The Pink Milk, shifted shape a few time, before floating out of sight.

The four watched, their heads cocked, before the Green Lantern spoke, "You feel like this is going to come back and bite us in the ass?"

"Why would it?" Barry asked, still watching the pink milk float.

Hal shrugged, leaving his hands open looking at Barry, "Because it's us?"

Batman took a sip out of his black coffee, "He does have a point." He said, before walking away from the three other men. "But I doubt it." He called back. Note to self, black coffee from now on.