When I checked my email this morning, I had the biggest smile on my face. I already had 2 reviews, 3 follows, and 2 favorites. That's ridiculous! I only posted this story a last night (technically it was 12 this morning, but since I hadn't gone to sleep I count that as night).
Thank you all so much, lovelies!
I decided you should be rewarded for that. So here's another chapter (but you already knew that because you're reading it). It's much longer than the last one.
I hope that my next chapters can live up to your expectations. I will try to make them all longer as the story progresses.
So...that's pretty much it for now so...enjoy :)
Oh and if I didn't mention this already, all the JL members know who each other are (meaning their identities).
Bruce wiggled underneath Superman's strong grasp.
"Clark, I will kill you for this," Bruce hissed. There was a bandana over his eyes, and his Kryptonian colleague had decided to carry him bridal style around the Watchtower. Bruce had been ripped from his work in the control room, only to not be told a single thing about where or why. Although, he had his assumptions...
"You can try Bruce, but why don't you wait until we get there before you start making any death threats," Clark responded, softly chuckling.
Bruce growled and continued squirming, but even the fierce Batman could not escape the wrath of Superman. He didn't stop trying though, because if this was what he thought it was going to be, it would be humiliating in front of the rest of the league.
"Stop moving," Clark warned his friend.
Bruce finally decided it wasn't worth struggling anymore. He just gave up and grumpily let Clark continue with his silly game.
The unstoppable Dark Knight had finally been beaten. By an over excited alien. He had faced ninjas and murders and highly trained assassins, including Deathstroke, but no, it was his best friend with a goofy smile planted across his face that had taken him down. Why?
Bruce suddenly realized something. He hadn't heard Wally make fun of him once. Or John snicker. Or Hawkgirl laugh from the sidelines.
Oh.
No.
This was a...
"SURPRISE!" All the league members yelled as Clark ripped the dark bandana off his face. Bruce was a mixture of horrified, shocked, and he despised to admit it but a bit...touched that his friends had put together a surprise birthday party for him. The cafeteria was filled with balloons, snacks, a happy birthday banner, different games, and smiles.
"Happy birthday, Old Man," Wally teased, coming up to his older friend and patting him on the back. Bruce growled, and Wally did a sheepish smile before hurriedly jumping back. Each league member came up and delivered another Happy birthday to him.
Afterwards, Shayera and Wally struck up a conversation, although it looked more like an argument than anything. Diana and J'onn had joined him at an empty table away from the other four.
"Why do you look unhappy on your day of birth? I believe it is customary to be joyous on this occasion, Bruce," J'onn asked, his eyebrows narrowing in concern.
Diana gave him a sort of Are you serious? look. Bruce rolled his eyes under his cowl.
The speedster suddenly came up behind the three of them, putting his arm around Bruce's shoulders. "Dear Brucey, we would all love to know, how old are you?" He grinned.
Batman delivered on of his famous Bat-glares. Even though he had done it on Wally many times, the red-head still let out a slight whimper and scurried back to Shayera. She just laughed when he returned.
J'onn had found a pack of Oreos, and silently ate them while watching the rest of the happenings in the room.
Diana had been staring obliviously for far too long at Bruce, and now the Martian was obviously starting to get suspicious. Bruce ignored the both of them (even though he didn't mind Diana, he snuck a couple glances at her now and then), and thought of all the things he could be doing if Clark hadn't remembered his stupid birthday...he would so get the Kryptonian back for this...
"Alright guys," Wally exclaimed, "it's time for a little game I like to call 'Beat the Bat'!"
"What the-" Bruce didn't get to finish his sentence because he was shoved by John into a line with all his friends. Wally bubbled with energy at the front, holding a large stick in his hands. Bruce tilted his head to see there was a...Batman piñata hanging down from the ceiling. The white string was attached to Batman's head, in the center of his cowl. His uniform looked the same, he was holding a batarang in his left hand, and his right was placed on his yellow belt. The piñata made his figure look bulkier.
Wally turned back to his friends, and gave them a toothy grin before stretching his arms back and whacking the Batman. A hole appeared in his arm, and a bunch of candy spilled out. "Haha I got you, Bats!" He giggled, reaching down and grabbing all the candy before anyone else had the chance. Shayera made a noise that was a mixture between a laugh and a scoff.
Wally passed the stick back to Diana, who didn't hit it quite as hard as he did, but hard enough to knock some candy out as well. As she began to bend down, Wally hurriedly snatched all the sweets on the ground with his super speed. "Wally!" She said.
"Sorry, Di," He called with a smile. She just rolled her eyes, mumbled something, and passed the stick along to Shayera. One by one the team swatted the piñata Batman, and one turn by another Wally picked up all the candy.
Bruce's colleagues had wanted him to go first, but since there was a Kryptonian with super-strength among them, Bruce had gone second last. Not that it mattered, he refused to hit himself with a stick, even if it was just a piñata.
"Aw c'mon, Bats!" Wally cried, trying to get the Dark Knight to do as he asked.
"Bruce!" Clark exclaimed.
"No."
"Just do it," John said, exasperated.
Bruce took a look at Diana's pleading eyes, Shayera's electrifying mace (it had somehow appeared in her hands), and J'onn's tempting Oreos (he was bribing the Dark Knight), and thought about all his friends did for his birthday. He didn't show any of this on his face of course.
The Batmam may not have had any friends, but Bruce Wayne sure did.
So he took the stick, and swung.
Bruce kinda seemed outta character, but I honestly don't care. I think this team is adorable. Even though it didn't seem a lot like it in the show, I really think they're a family.
Bruce could've easily escaped from Clark yes, but for this story's purposes, he didn't. I feel like someone was going to mention that...
I have to admit to having a smile on my face when I wrote the beginning part about Clark and Bruce. I love their friendship more than Shay and Wally. Can you imagine how mad Bruce would get if Clark carried him bridal style?
If anyone has any one-shot that they'd like to see in this story, feel free to PM me.
Thanks for reading :)
Love to all!
