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Bruce was having an average day. Which, of course, meant something was going to go terribly wrong.
Like world endingly wrong. It had to. That was just how life worked.
So when Flash burst into the room he was in Batman was already up and heading in the direction of whatever the problem was.
“The Watchtower scanners picked up an unidentified object floating near our space. Cameras haven't been able to lock onto it and actually seem to be shorting out…” Flash relayed to him with speed and efficiency.
Batman grunted an acknowledgement as they both made their way to the main room.
What could it be? Alien invasion? Maybe an asteroid? Or maybe one of Earth's Supervillian's had made a space based weapon? Ah but Flash has said the camera's were on the fritz. Must either have special technology or magic then. That could rule out a multitude of possibilities… Ah but if it was large the Watchtower would be able to see it through the main window. So it had to be smaller? Maybe, he'd never rule out someone outsmarting him. The impossible was always possible after all.
They made their way into the station's control room and he immediately got to work on trying to use the technology at hand to figure out what the issue was. Flash was anxiously pacing behind him. Where was his shift partner?
Batman glanced at the speedster, “Where's Lantern?”
Flash paused and flinched, “He uh… had a date?”
Bruce sighed internally and made a mental note to ban those two from monitor duty for a month at least no- two months! If his kids had taught him anything it was that he had to be firm! Not that any of them ever learned… That was beside the point. If Hal had been here Batman could've sent him out to scout out the danger however he wasn't which meant Batman needed to call in a favor. He hated calling in favors. Especially when said favor would tease him relentlessly. On loop. For days.
Sighing audibly this time, Batman tapped a few screens on the monitor's panels and then a phone symbol popped up. He noted how Flash stopped his pacing and stared. Within seconds the other end picked up.
“Batman? Not like you to call. What's wrong?”
Batman refused to acknowledge the grin on Barry's face. He would not.
Instead he gruffly replied, “Superman. Unidentified object found by the Watchtower. I need you to scout it out, do not engage.”
Superman could be practically heard rolling his eyes as he chuckled, “On it Batman. Is that Flash's laughter I hear in the background?”
Batman sighed and ignored the other man's jabs. Clark was his friend though he'd never react to the man's jokes when on duty. He would care from a distance. He could do that just fine. As for Flash. The man had no work decorum. At all. None whatsoever.
Sighing, he tuned back into Superman.
Was he sighing a lot lately? He felt like he was. His kids were wearing him out.
“Uh Bats, got eyes on the ‘Unidentified Object’.” Superman reported.
Batman nodded once, “Good, now-”
“Engaging now.” Superman cut him off and Bruce felt himself sigh again.
Why? Why did no one listen to him? It wasn't like he was saying it for his own health. Yet regardless he'd been ignored and Superman had engaged whatever the issue was. Bruce just had to hope that it wasn't anything Clark couldn't handle. Like kryptonite, and mind control, and- okay now he was worrying. He needed more contingencies…
Superman finally responded back after leaving both him and Flash hanging.
“Hey Bats ready the medbay, it's a kid. He's unconscious and seems to be bleeding green.”
Oh.
This was not great.
Why couldn't he have normal days?