Life in the Fish Bowl
Communication
A/N: I was planning on a chapter with a sick Batman….but that is taking longer than I thought. So enjoy immature Batman and Green Lantern while I get it sorted out. This was just in my head, like all the other silly crap. Enjoy. Thanks for all the Favorites, Follows, and Reviews. New 52 canon, you know the drill.
Hal knew what Bruce was thinking when he watched the Batman stare at the bulletin board. "Who's idea was this?" The Batman asked, a bit confused, as the Board itself wasn't too bad.
Okay, it looked like something a third grade teacher would have for their classroom, but still, it wasn't too bad. There was a chores list that had to be ticked off, and a few other silly jokes and such nonsense. There were a few clippings about the teams exploits.
"The Flash." Hal was back to raiding the fridge. He had nothing at home again, and didn't want to have to stop at the store when he got home. The week had been long and he just wanted to sleep. And never seen another alien but that was a different story all together.
"Why?" The Batman had moved over to get some coffee, before coming back to look at the board. He picked a pin off the board and stabbed it into a new place on the cork.
"He wanted us to have something to communicate with each other. Something about promoting togetherness within the team." Hal shrugged, "Or some crap like that. I wasn't listening that hard."
"Okay….why? What would be put on this, when our kids have dance recitals?" The Batman crossed his arm, leaning up against the counter. He took a sip out of his coffee. "Sell used work out equipment? We are not a coffee shop."
"You have kids?" It was a question, with a head cocked like Hal was trying to get into his head that someone, somewhere might want to have a child with the Batman. And he shivered at the thought.
"No….Do you?"
"No…." The two men looked at each other with a bit of a shrug. They worked well enough to not need to know when they both stopped wetting the bed. It appeared the Flash wasn't of the same agreement. Hal went back to stealing more food out of the fridge.
"So….what would be the point to this?"
"Let me put it to you this way, when was the last time you saw Aquaman?"
He watched the Batman look at his hands, counting the days on his fingers. "That's a fair point I guess."
Hal and him looked at the Bulletin Board together, not sure what to do. Then it was like a light bulb went off above their heads. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
"Oh yea!" They were going to converse with the Flash.
Barry saw it the second he entered the commissary, the bulletin board, and the sign. The sign that simply read, If you cum in the Commissary, think of the rest of us, and clean up after yourself. Under that, clearly written in Cyborg's hand, Come on Guys, this is where the food lives.
"God damn middle schoolers."