p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: medium; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 24px;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"It was a rare occasion. The entire Wayne family was present for dinner, all eight of them, nine if you include Alfred. This was supposed to be a time when everyone was on their best behavior. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: medium; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 24px;"emspan style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"Apparently Alfred did not get the memo/span/emspan style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;", Bruce thought to himself as Alfred set a plate with steaming broccoli on it down in front of him. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: medium; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 24px;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"He looked up at Alfred, who met his stare and simply raised an eyebrow that said, emYou best eat all of that. Be a good example for the children./em/span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 24px; border: medium; padding: 0in;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"Bruce couldn't believe this. Throughout dinner, he tried to find ways to get rid of the broccoli, trying to sneak Ace or Titus some from under the table. However, every time one of them came close to Bruce, Alfred would call them to heel. So, while enjoying the company of his seven kids as best he could while choking down—literally—the broccoli, he plotted his revenge. /span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: medium; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 24px;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"Alfred thought dinner went marvelously. The children had all behaved themselves and an opportunity to force his own ward to eat vegetables he did not like presented itself. He did not think much of it after stopping yet another of Bruce's attempts to feed his broccoli to Ace. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: medium; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 24px;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;""Alfred, a word if you will," Bruce called out as the children dispersed. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: medium; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 24px;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;""Very well, Master Bruce. I'll just clean the table first," he nodded, wondering what this could be about. He began collecting the plates as he noticed Bruce shuffle off. emThat's odd,/em Alfred thought, emhe is headed toward the… kitchen./em Alfred froze as he realized. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: medium; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 24px;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"Quickly setting the plates down he turned to chase his ward. "Master Bruce, no!" /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: medium; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 24px;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;""Too late," he heard, slightly muffled as Bruce was on the other side of the kitchen and had his back turned. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: medium; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 24px;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;""Master Bruce, please sir, don't," Alfred asked, imploringly. Bruce turned around, martini glass in one hand and an open bottle of wine in the other. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: medium; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 24px;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;""You brought this upon yourself, Alfred," Bruce said, shaking his head as he set the glass down and began to pour himself a drink—too much liquid than appropriate for a martini glass./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: medium; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 24px;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;""Master Bruce, this is scandalous, sir. Please stop this now," Alfred nearly begged, growing faint. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: medium; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 24px;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;""No, no," Bruce shook his head./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: medium; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 24px;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;""Sir," Alfred began, unable to move to take the glass from Bruce./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: medium; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 24px;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;""Mn, no I am enjoying this 'scandalous' drink, Alfred," Bruce practically purred darkly as he brought the glass up to his lips, pinkie finger raised high purely because he knew it would drive Alfred mad. /span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 24px; border: medium; padding: 0in;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"Bruce hadn't even recorked the wine glass. Alfred felt the room start to spin./span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: medium; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 24px;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"Jason was halfway to his room where a good book waited for him when he suddenly felt the desire to make cookies. He hadn't baked for fun in a good while and the manor's kitchen was most excellent. As he made his way to the kitchen, he started to pick up on a slight commotion going on in the kitchen. Figuring it was Bruce's plot for revenge against Alfred for the broccoli—Jason was still laughing internally about that—he slipped his phone out and started a Facebook live stream on his private account, sending a text to the Justice League—the only people who followed him on that particular account—to watch as he felt this was going to be good. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: medium; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 24px;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"He rounded the corner with his live stream just in time to see Bruce pour a fine wine into a emmartini/em glass of all things and mercilessly tease Alfred by breaking any etiquette rules he could think of on the spot. Poor Alfred was not looking good, he was clearly dying on the inside. Jason didn't bat an eye when Dick showed up, peering over his shoulder to view the scene. All of the original seven—six technically since Bruce was being filmed—were on the live stream. Little hearts were blowing up the corner of the screen. The camera started to shake as Jason started to laugh, not making any noise, when Bruce lifted his pinkie. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: medium; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 24px;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"Then, Alfred passed out. Bruce literally dropped his martini glass and ran to Alfred immediately with a shout of "Alfred, no!" that sounded so surprisingly wounded and guilty that Jason couldn't help the tears that fell out of his eyes and Dick fell to the floor and was literally rolling on the floor laughing. Jason made sure to point the camera down to get Dick's reaction before running over to Bruce and Alfred to get a good look at the aftermath. /span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 24px; border: medium; padding: 0in;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"Diana had just kicked her feet up onto the ottoman with a nice cup of tea when she got Jason's text. Setting the TV remote aside, she quickly opened her laptop to Jason's live. emOh, Bruce…/em/span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: medium; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 24px;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;""Thank you," Lois said as she took the menus from the waiter, handing one to Clark. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: medium; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 24px;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;" Clark echoed her pleasantry as he situated himself across from her. The waiter left them to look at the menu. Just as Lois was about to ask Clark what he was planning to get, his phone buzzed. Clark ignored it, but Lois was curious—when was she not? Forgoing her menu, she grabbed it and saw that it was a text from someone labelled 'The Walking Dead.'/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: medium; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 24px;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;" "Clark," she started, almost hesitantly. Clark hummed, not looking up from the menu. "Who is 'The Walking Dead'?" /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: medium; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 24px;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;" "Hmm? Oh! That's Bruce's son, Jason," Clark finally put the menu down. "He put himself as that in my contacts and I didn't think to change it. We both thought it was funny. What did he want?" /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: medium; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 24px;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;" "He said to join his live…"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: medium; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 24px;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;" "Do you want to?br / "Do you think we should?"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: medium; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 24px;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;" Clark shrugged. "We don't have to, but if he sent a text it might be worth it."/span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; border: medium; padding: 0in;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;" Lois shifted so she and Clark could have a good view of the phone as she opened Jason's live. They certainly didn't regret it. /span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: medium; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 24px;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"Hal and Barry were enjoying their weekly videogame night when they got a text at the same time. They simultaneously checked their phones. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: medium; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 24px;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;""Hey, Jason just texted me," Barry began./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: medium; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 24px;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;""Me, too," Hal interrupted. "Did he say to join his live?" /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: medium; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 24px;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;""Yeah." /span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 24px; border: medium; padding: 0in;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"It took Barry half a second to get his phone screen casted to the TV they were using. Hal used his ring to make popcorn in the kitchen while they enjoyed the show. /span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: medium; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 24px;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"Shayera was at a high-end bar with John; it wasn't exactly her style, but he was paying so she wasn't about to complain. When her phone buzzed with a generic ringtone, John asked what that was. She wasn't going to answer it, but flipped her phone over so she could see who it was. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: medium; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 24px;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;""'Best Drinking Buddy'?" John read, sounding slightly offended. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: medium; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 24px;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;""Relax, it's just Bruce's kid, Jason. That's what he put his name as in my phone; don't worry about it." /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: medium; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 24px;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;""Why's he texting you?" The hurt was gone from John's voice, replaced solely by curiosity. "What does he want?"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: medium; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 24px;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;""For me to join his live…?" Shayera shrugged, opening it. "This had better be good." /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: medium; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 24px;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"John made the mistake of taking a drink right as Alfred passed out. Shayera, after she had stopped wheezing with laughter, was glad he had the decency to turn away from her so she didn't get sprayed./span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 24px; border: medium; padding: 0in;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"J'onn was in the watchtower, as always. He poured a glass of milk and opened his newly acquired pack of Oreos before sitting on the small sofa in his quarters. When he was almost halfway through his cookies, his rarely-used phone buzzed from across the room. He telepathically retrieved it, not slowing down on his Oreos. Seeing a text from Jason, he placed his cookies aside and fulfilled the boy's request of joining the live. He smiled as he watched Bruce misbehave and have some fun for once. /span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: medium; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 24px;"strongspan style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"(A/N): /span/strongspan style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"J'onn is a boomer when it comes to devices. His contact names are extremely formal, and he has to use both hands to operate. Also, Alfred is fine, but Bruce will never recover. Finally, I know Barry and Hal are not members of the original seven, at least in accordance to the Justice League animated show I am basing this off of, but just go with it. Hope you guys enjoyed! Please leave a review!/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: medium; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 24px;"emspan style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"Apparently Alfred did not get the memo/span/emspan style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;", Bruce thought to himself as Alfred set a plate with steaming broccoli on it down in front of him. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: medium; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 24px;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"He looked up at Alfred, who met his stare and simply raised an eyebrow that said, emYou best eat all of that. Be a good example for the children./em/span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 24px; border: medium; padding: 0in;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"Bruce couldn't believe this. Throughout dinner, he tried to find ways to get rid of the broccoli, trying to sneak Ace or Titus some from under the table. However, every time one of them came close to Bruce, Alfred would call them to heel. So, while enjoying the company of his seven kids as best he could while choking down—literally—the broccoli, he plotted his revenge. /span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: medium; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 24px;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"Alfred thought dinner went marvelously. The children had all behaved themselves and an opportunity to force his own ward to eat vegetables he did not like presented itself. He did not think much of it after stopping yet another of Bruce's attempts to feed his broccoli to Ace. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: medium; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 24px;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;""Alfred, a word if you will," Bruce called out as the children dispersed. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: medium; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 24px;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;""Very well, Master Bruce. I'll just clean the table first," he nodded, wondering what this could be about. He began collecting the plates as he noticed Bruce shuffle off. emThat's odd,/em Alfred thought, emhe is headed toward the… kitchen./em Alfred froze as he realized. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: medium; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 24px;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"Quickly setting the plates down he turned to chase his ward. "Master Bruce, no!" /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: medium; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 24px;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;""Too late," he heard, slightly muffled as Bruce was on the other side of the kitchen and had his back turned. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: medium; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 24px;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;""Master Bruce, please sir, don't," Alfred asked, imploringly. Bruce turned around, martini glass in one hand and an open bottle of wine in the other. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: medium; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 24px;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;""You brought this upon yourself, Alfred," Bruce said, shaking his head as he set the glass down and began to pour himself a drink—too much liquid than appropriate for a martini glass./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: medium; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 24px;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;""Master Bruce, this is scandalous, sir. Please stop this now," Alfred nearly begged, growing faint. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: medium; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 24px;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;""No, no," Bruce shook his head./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: medium; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 24px;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;""Sir," Alfred began, unable to move to take the glass from Bruce./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: medium; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 24px;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;""Mn, no I am enjoying this 'scandalous' drink, Alfred," Bruce practically purred darkly as he brought the glass up to his lips, pinkie finger raised high purely because he knew it would drive Alfred mad. /span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 24px; border: medium; padding: 0in;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"Bruce hadn't even recorked the wine glass. Alfred felt the room start to spin./span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: medium; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 24px;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"Jason was halfway to his room where a good book waited for him when he suddenly felt the desire to make cookies. He hadn't baked for fun in a good while and the manor's kitchen was most excellent. As he made his way to the kitchen, he started to pick up on a slight commotion going on in the kitchen. Figuring it was Bruce's plot for revenge against Alfred for the broccoli—Jason was still laughing internally about that—he slipped his phone out and started a Facebook live stream on his private account, sending a text to the Justice League—the only people who followed him on that particular account—to watch as he felt this was going to be good. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: medium; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 24px;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"He rounded the corner with his live stream just in time to see Bruce pour a fine wine into a emmartini/em glass of all things and mercilessly tease Alfred by breaking any etiquette rules he could think of on the spot. Poor Alfred was not looking good, he was clearly dying on the inside. Jason didn't bat an eye when Dick showed up, peering over his shoulder to view the scene. All of the original seven—six technically since Bruce was being filmed—were on the live stream. Little hearts were blowing up the corner of the screen. The camera started to shake as Jason started to laugh, not making any noise, when Bruce lifted his pinkie. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: medium; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 24px;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"Then, Alfred passed out. Bruce literally dropped his martini glass and ran to Alfred immediately with a shout of "Alfred, no!" that sounded so surprisingly wounded and guilty that Jason couldn't help the tears that fell out of his eyes and Dick fell to the floor and was literally rolling on the floor laughing. Jason made sure to point the camera down to get Dick's reaction before running over to Bruce and Alfred to get a good look at the aftermath. /span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 24px; border: medium; padding: 0in;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"Diana had just kicked her feet up onto the ottoman with a nice cup of tea when she got Jason's text. Setting the TV remote aside, she quickly opened her laptop to Jason's live. emOh, Bruce…/em/span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: medium; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 24px;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;""Thank you," Lois said as she took the menus from the waiter, handing one to Clark. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: medium; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 24px;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;" Clark echoed her pleasantry as he situated himself across from her. The waiter left them to look at the menu. Just as Lois was about to ask Clark what he was planning to get, his phone buzzed. Clark ignored it, but Lois was curious—when was she not? Forgoing her menu, she grabbed it and saw that it was a text from someone labelled 'The Walking Dead.'/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: medium; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 24px;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;" "Clark," she started, almost hesitantly. Clark hummed, not looking up from the menu. "Who is 'The Walking Dead'?" /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: medium; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 24px;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;" "Hmm? Oh! That's Bruce's son, Jason," Clark finally put the menu down. "He put himself as that in my contacts and I didn't think to change it. We both thought it was funny. What did he want?" /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: medium; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 24px;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;" "He said to join his live…"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: medium; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 24px;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;" "Do you want to?br / "Do you think we should?"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: medium; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 24px;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;" Clark shrugged. "We don't have to, but if he sent a text it might be worth it."/span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; border: medium; padding: 0in;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;" Lois shifted so she and Clark could have a good view of the phone as she opened Jason's live. They certainly didn't regret it. /span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: medium; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 24px;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"Hal and Barry were enjoying their weekly videogame night when they got a text at the same time. They simultaneously checked their phones. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: medium; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 24px;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;""Hey, Jason just texted me," Barry began./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: medium; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 24px;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;""Me, too," Hal interrupted. "Did he say to join his live?" /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: medium; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 24px;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;""Yeah." /span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 24px; border: medium; padding: 0in;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"It took Barry half a second to get his phone screen casted to the TV they were using. Hal used his ring to make popcorn in the kitchen while they enjoyed the show. /span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: medium; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 24px;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"Shayera was at a high-end bar with John; it wasn't exactly her style, but he was paying so she wasn't about to complain. When her phone buzzed with a generic ringtone, John asked what that was. She wasn't going to answer it, but flipped her phone over so she could see who it was. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: medium; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 24px;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;""'Best Drinking Buddy'?" John read, sounding slightly offended. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: medium; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 24px;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;""Relax, it's just Bruce's kid, Jason. That's what he put his name as in my phone; don't worry about it." /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: medium; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 24px;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;""Why's he texting you?" The hurt was gone from John's voice, replaced solely by curiosity. "What does he want?"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: medium; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 24px;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;""For me to join his live…?" Shayera shrugged, opening it. "This had better be good." /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: medium; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 24px;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"John made the mistake of taking a drink right as Alfred passed out. Shayera, after she had stopped wheezing with laughter, was glad he had the decency to turn away from her so she didn't get sprayed./span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 24px; border: medium; padding: 0in;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"J'onn was in the watchtower, as always. He poured a glass of milk and opened his newly acquired pack of Oreos before sitting on the small sofa in his quarters. When he was almost halfway through his cookies, his rarely-used phone buzzed from across the room. He telepathically retrieved it, not slowing down on his Oreos. Seeing a text from Jason, he placed his cookies aside and fulfilled the boy's request of joining the live. He smiled as he watched Bruce misbehave and have some fun for once. /span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: medium; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 24px;"strongspan style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"(A/N): /span/strongspan style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"J'onn is a boomer when it comes to devices. His contact names are extremely formal, and he has to use both hands to operate. Also, Alfred is fine, but Bruce will never recover. Finally, I know Barry and Hal are not members of the original seven, at least in accordance to the Justice League animated show I am basing this off of, but just go with it. Hope you guys enjoyed! Please leave a review!/span/p