Rule #16: No public make out sessions.

"Oh, Superman~" Lois sighed as she held onto the Man of Steel's strong shoulders, smiling widely at the man.

"Lois, you have-"

"Oh, shut up!"

Lois had once again pulled the man into a kiss, surprising Superman, but soon enough, he melted into the kiss and hugged her tightly.

This would have been the best kiss ever for either of them, if not for just one small thing.

"Bad Supey!" Kid Flash suddenly yelled, holding out his trusty spray bottle and spraying Superman with it.

Unfortunately, some of it also fell on Lois, so Kid Flash quickly had two screaming adults in agony. Kid Flash frowned slightly as he looked down at the two withering in pain on the floor, all the while he shook his head.

"If you can't do the time, don't do the crime."

Rule #17: No social websites. Ever.

"~There's nothing in this world as gratifying as the defeat of one's worst enemy. Be it a deadly struggle against our body or the deadly struggle against Black Manta. It is always a #sweetvictory~ ... What the hell, Kal?"

Kaldur let his head fall in shame after Wally read his King's latest tweet, knowing that this was the greatest embarrassment he could live through.

Wally sighed at Kaldur's beaten demeanor, then placed a hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry, Kal, but you know what I must do now."

Kaldur sighed and nodded slowly, "I just wish this didn't have to happen. My King must not have known how dangerous it would be to join this Tweetr."

Wally nodded with a breath, patting Kaldur's shoulder. "You're right. But no Leaguer must have any kind of social media accounts. And your king is openly embracing it."

"I know." Kaldur admitted, extremely saddened by what he must do now. "Do you have the handcuffs, rope, pink paint, and embarrassing boxers?"

Wally smiled and nodded rapidly, producing a backpack out of thin air. "You ready, Fish Sticks?"

"Yes. I am ready." Kaldur answered, moving to the Zeta Beams.

"Let's hand out some discipline."

Rule #18: Do not turn new Leaguers against teenage heroes.

"Listen here, Gypsy." Guy Gardner said as he wrapped an arm around the Hispanic hero, who looked at him in shock. Since when did such a prestigious Leaguer speak to the rookies? "I like you, and because your face is too cute to have it messed up, I want to share a very important secret with you."

With this, Guy led the woman to a storage closet, which happened to be pretty spacious, and turned to her. "Don't worry. I'm not going to hurt you." He said as soon as he saw Gypsy's worried face. "I just want to help you so you can avoid getting hurt."

Gypsy cocked her head to the side, wondering what the Green Lantern meant, and voiced her concerns. "What do you mean? There's always the threat of getting hurt in this job."

Guy smirked lightly as he nodded. "Yeah, you're right. But, you see... Have you ever heard of Young Justice?"

Gypsy looked around the room and sat down on a tall crate behind her, looking directly at Gardner. "Yes. That was the Justice League's reckon team, or something like that, right?"

The Green Lantern nodded, then wrung his hands together, looking all around the room suspiciously. Gypsy was really starting to wonder if the red head was going through some kind of phase, but he started speaking before she could question him.

"Yeah, exactly that. You see, this was a team composed of teenagers that did reconnaissance for the Justice League. But, after a few months, they went bat-shit insane. Attacked the League and still continue to do so." Guy explained, all the while Gypsy listened attentively. "And while they still act like heroes, they are dangerous kids and attack when the Leaguers least expect it."

Gypsy was completely interested as Guy spoke of the Team, seeing how he had a glint in his eyes that made the story seem even more realistic. But, as Guy explained some of the things the teenagers had done; like tie him up in front of the Injustice League; she saw something move in the shadows.

"Um, Guy?" Gypsy shyly asked, completely sure there was someone else in this room with them.

Guy's story telling stopped completely as he closed his eyes, body completely tense. "There's someone behind me, isn't there?"

Before Gypsy could even answer, a teenage boy with red hair, green eyes, black hoodie, and black pants ran into the light, smiling wickedly as he spoke to Gardner.

"Okay, so, I'm feeling somewhat happy today, so I'll let you pick your own punishment, Guy. Would you rather be chucked out of the Watchtower without your power ring, or would you rather attend M'gann's tea party?"

Guy breathed out as he looked at Gypsy with sad eyes. "Gypsy, if you ever do anything in your time in the Justice League, make sure you don't anger these kids. Make one misstep and they punish you, no matter how small the mistake."

Now the boy smiled as he shrugged somewhat bashfully. "Oh, Guy! We don't mean to punish you all the time! But you do break the rules!"

Now the boy placed his hand on the man's shoulder and looked him directly in the eyes. "So, which punishment is it?"

That day, Superman found himself having to save Guy Gardner from dying in outer space.

Rule #19: None of you are allowed to interrogate our villains.

"Give it to her." Batman growled as Harley struggled in her chair, tied down by her hands, feet, and neck.

"Let me go Batsy! I never did nothin' ta yuh!" The clown growled, trying to get out of the chair. "Puddin' made me do it! An' I ain't tellin' you notin'!"

At these words, Wonder Woman returned into the padded room with a syringe in hand, glaring down at the clown. "This is your last chance, Harley. Tell us where the boy is..."

Harley only glared at the woman and stuck her tongue out. "Suck me, Wonder Whore!"

The taller woman's eyes widened in shock and insult, and before Harley could even react, had the syringe sticking out of the clown's neck.

*Time Skip!* *I like monkeys!* *Wally is pure evil!* *Time Skip!*

"Harley! Thank God we found you!" Kid Flash exclaimed as he found the clown staring blankly at the wall of an abandoned warehouse, just... sitting there. "Harley?" He asked as she just stayed there, never turning to him. "Are you okay?"

"Everything I've done..." Harley whispered, making Kid Flash's eyes widen. "I owe so much to the people I've hurt... I'm going to turn myself in..."

"NOOOOO!" Kid Flash screamed as he fell to his knees, all the while Harley continued ignoring him. "THE LEAGUE GOT TO YOU! I HAVE FAILED YOU, FATHER!"

And Rule #20: Do not question the powers of Batman.

Creeper sighed in boredom as Batman droned on and on about the importance of catching the bad guys without breaking their bones. It's not like he broke them on purpose. Nor was it Creeper's fault that those villains just happened to run their faces into his fists and legs all the time.

"Listen, Batsy, I like you and all, but even you can't last a whole fight like the one I came out of without breaking a few bones or cracking some skulls." Creeper interrupted Batman, unaware of Batman's slowly increasing anger. "Look, I like you and all, but you really should stop acting as if you were God or a Chimichanga. It's kind of insulting."

There was complete silence in the briefing room as Creeper's team; which had consisted of Hawk, Dove, and Supergirl; looked at the yellow skinned man with wide eyes.

"Excuse me?" Batman asked in a tense voice, face stony and completely covering up any of the feelings Batman could be feeling.

Creeper sighed once more, then leaned on Dove's head. "You're the goddamned Batman! But that doesn't mean you're the goddamned Chimichanga, you dig? Besides, you're just a human that uses fancy trinkets to stop the bad guys. I've seen dozens of those!"

Batman's frown became deeper with Creeper's words, and he started walking towards the green haired man to punch him straight in the face.

But, before he could do anything, Rocket suddenly appeared out of nowhere and wrapped the man in a bubble. "Let's split!" She yelled, and Batman turned to suddenly find himself on the end of a knockout arrow.

"Run, Rocky! We have to save this idiot!" Artemis yelled, running out of the briefing room.

"Hah! I told you Batsy! You're not the Chimichanga!" Creeper laughed all the way out of the Watchtower and a bit after he entered the Young Justice Mountain.

Please review and if you have any ideas for rules, this is your last chance to tell me. I'll be posting the new set of rules in a day or two.