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Pov: Superman :)
The Justice League stumbles through the Zeta Tub entrance, everyone looking a little worse than they should have for a simple robbery, but who would have guessed Luthor had funded them to try to kill Superman. Lucky that Batman saw that green glow before I did, but still that could have been really bad.
“Is everyone alright?” I ask my voice full of tiredness. There are murmurs of agreement, as everyone goes off their separate ways. Batman pulls his cowl off, and just like every time I am shocked at just how attractive the Dark Night is. (no i will not be unpacking that right now) He reaches into the well-hidden pocket for his phone (probably to check on his kids.) Rao I swear that man will be on the verge of passing out and still send a text to -what Kon told me- is called “The Emo Gang (& Alfred)”
“Shit.”
“Is everything all right?” I ask worry pouring out of me for his kids as I imagine the worst.
He looks up with a look that lets me know he thought I had left as well. “Oh uh yeah, everything’s fine. Alfred just said that Dick was making dinner tonight.” He taps his phone against his glove, and I can hear the pain in his voice as my own mind reflects on the last time Dick decided to cook in the watch-tower kitchen, and how those kitchens were closed for a week afterward.
“Ah-yes I remember the last time that happened.” Bruce chuckles at this lightly seemingly thinking about the same time.
“There isn’t much that kid can’t do, but boy when he can’t do something he CAN’T do it,” I mutter in agreement as Bruce nods goodbye, trailing away. I walk through the long corridors checking in with everyone one more time just to make sure no one missed any wounds that would need attention.
“Hey Arthur, you make it out okay?” I ask the King as he racks his trident
“A little sore but nothing too bad.” I nod and continue down the hallway checking in on a few more people. I stop just short of my room looking behind me at Hal’s closed door. Closed doors aren’t unusual, but most of the time they aren’t closed for another 20 minutes. I should check on him, my hearing however picks up a steady low heartbeat suggesting sleep.
“It was a tiring mission,” I mutter to the silent hall and Hal got the wind knocked out of him so maybe he just wanted some sleep. I step into my room “Shit maybe I want some sleep.” I know I don’t technically NEED sleep, but it is still a nice break from everything. I step into my room superspeeding into my pajamas. I lay my head on the soft pillow as the noise canceling in my room takes effect. Yet another thing about Bruce Wayne or Batman- he will not let people be uncomfortable.