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Because I love you all, and because it was requested numerous times, I give you...REVENGE OF THE BAT.

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Bruce had been carefully plotting his revenge on each Justice League member for multiple days.

Everyone else had forgotten about the incident already. But he was Batman. He didn't forget anything.

After Wally had painted the batplane pink, and everyone else added...sparkles, Bruce was too furious even for words. Now, three days later, each plan had been carefully set in motion.

That morning Bruce had decided to join Clark and John in the cafeteria for breakfast. Clark sat in the middle, with Bruce on the right, closest to the door.

"How is Gotham holding up, Bruce?" Clark asked, trying to make casual conversation.

"Fine," Bruce answered curtly, taking a sip of his coffee and looking blankly at the TV. It was playing the news, and secretly Bruce was eager to watch the next story.

"The famous Gotham City was saved yet again by the beloved Batman," The anchorwoman began saying, "A group of thugs were transferring illegal drugs that investigators have not yet identified, onto a ship heading for Metropolis. They were about to take off when Batman swooped in to save the day, yet again. Thanks to his courageous acts, Gotham is again in his debt. In other news-" The three men had stopped listening at this point.

"From the looks of it, things are going pretty well," John smiled, scooping a bite of cereal into his mouth.

Clark suddenly stood up. "Make sure Wally doesn't do anything to my coffee," He said, "I'll be right back."

"Where are you going?" John asked.

"Bathroom."

After he exited the room, Bruce couldn't help but smile.

John eyed him curiously. "What? Why are you smiling? You never smile."

"You'll see."

"I'll see? Bruce, what-"

Suddenly, Clark went running down the hall, releasing agonized cries as he did. Shayera and J'onn, who had been quietly talking while eating, snapped their head towards the door, and then towards Bruce.

"What did you do?" John asked, eyes wide.

"Kryponite laced toilet paper is always very effective to get back at the boy scout ailen," Bruce said while calmly brining his coffee mug up to his lips.

"Bruce!" John exclaimed in shock. He never knew Batman hated Superman that much. It was almost comical. But John then quickly realized something. "You never do anything without reason, Bats. What'd he do to deserve it?"

"Same thing you did. You'll get it too, John," Bruce responded blankly. "Now if you'll excuse me, I still have to plan what I'm going to do to everyone else." With that, he got up and left the cafeteria, leaving John shocked and flabbergasted.


Part one of the plan had been complete. Only five left to accomplish. Next on the list, J'onn.

He was way too easy of a target. The Martian was too attached to those Oreos. It was his own fault, really.

Bruce knew where J'onn hid his stash. He'd known for months. Occasionally, on one of his good days, he'd sneak a couple. Sometimes, Bruce almost felt bad for taking them. But he was pretty sure Clark knew where they were and took some too, no doubt because of his x-ray vision.

His plan was simple. Take the cookies, and stash them in Wally's room. Two birds with one stone. But because the redhead had started the whole fiasco in the first place, he'd get something a lot worse.

Standing in the hallway, Bruce patiently waited for J'onn to exit the medical bay. The team took shifts cleaning and restocking it, and at the moment the Martian was doing the latter. The hallway was empty, but Bruce still crouched in one of the darker corners. Around three and a half minutes later, his green skinned friend had exited the room. He was most certainly plopping a cooke into his mouth as he went. Fortunately, he went the opposite direction of The Dark Knight.

Grinning to himself, Bruce snuck through the glass doors. He shut the blinds on the windows that revealed to the corridor what he was up to. Diana had always found it strange that there were blinds on a window that was inside the building (or in this case the tower), but Shayera had tried to convince her it was for privacy reasons. She still had a hard time believing it though.

Bruce glanced around until he found the specific cabinet he was looking for. It was three down from the last on the left, on the top row of shelves. He silently made his way towards it, then pulled forth the handle. Out came five white towels, and right smack in the middle was a large pack of Oreos. It opened as it fell, many crumbs spilling out onto the clean cloth and stone floor. The Dark Knight snatched the cookies, plopped one in his mouth, then creeped back to the door. He opened it stilly, shifting his head from left to right in the hallway to make sure no one was there. Silence filling the empty space, Bruce took that as his cue. He quietly shut the medical bay door, rushing out of the hallway. The Oreos were wedged between his belt and his uniform, but on his back so the box was shrouded by his cape.

"Bruce?" A voice suddenly asked. Batman perked his head up from its previous position of looking the opposite direction. Diana stood with her arms behind her back and her head cocked to the side. Her beautiful raven hair stretched across her shoulder, exposing its wonderful pieces. Get your head in the game, Bruce.

"What?"

"You look...up to something. Anything you want to share?" A smirk was drawing across her gorgeous lips.

"No. I don't have time for this, I have work to do," He snapped. Cold, and not the way he wanted to treat Diana, but it was necessary.

"Ok then..." She said, still smirking. He walked away with a growl and a mumble of unhappy phrases.

He travled through and past numerous doors, hallways, rooms, and food wrappers (Wally never cleaned up after himself), before reaching the speedster's room. Bruce had passed Wally trying to beat Shayera at some other video game, so he knew redhead's quarter was currently empty. He typed the password onto the keypad next to the door (he knew everyone's), and suddenly it slid open. Bruce cringed at the smell, glanced at all the clothes and old food strewn across floor, and moved on. There was a dresser with five drawers in it, and Batman opened number four, dropping in the Oreos. He grinned, closed the drawer, and left the room without a trace.

Oh revenge was so sweet.


Part two coming to you soon! I hope this is ok for now, I knew you wonderful readers deserved an update. I'm sorry it was so slow, but I've had camp all week. Although next week I'm not doing anything, so you'll probably get another update then.

Thanks for reading!

Love to all!