Kat Lee (katleept) wrote,
Kat Lee

Bat Collecting

Title: Bat Collecting
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Justice League of America
Character/Pairing: Flash, Batman, Alfred, Multiple Pairings Hinted
Rating: PG-13/T
Challenge/Prompt: slashthedrabble 456: After Party
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 500
Date Written: 1 August 2017
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to DC Comics, not the author, and are used without permission.

Absently, he becomes aware of knocking. He hears a groan and opens his eyes, only realizing that he was the one who emitted the groan as the bright sunlight assaults his eyes. He sits up, looks around, and promptly grins.

Rising to his feet, Flash zips from one overturned lamp to the next, picking up Wonder Woman’s starry shorts and bright, red halter top, Superman’s shorts, Batman’s shorts and utility belt, and something . . . He pauses and looks at the item. It has to belong to J’onn, he decides, for he’s surely never seen anything like it on Earth and doesn’t want to know where it is worn.

He looks up again as the knocking sounds once more. He looks over his friends, who are still sleeping. One of the disadvantages of being the fastest man on Earth is that he’s usually done with everything before anybody else and is also almost always the first to recover. Everybody else is still fast asleep. Some of their snores rattle the windows.

“I’ll get it,” he says, realizing he’s speaking to no one and not caring. He runs to the front door, opens it, leans through its frame, and looks down at the old man who, dressed as he is, can only be a butler. “Can I help you?”

“I have come,” the elderly butler answers almost disdainfully, “to collect Master . . . “ Flash can tell he barely stops himself from saying the name on the tip of his tongue. “Batman.”

“Hum, well, it’s like this,” Flash replies, scratching the back of his head. The movement causes him to suddenly realize he’s not wearing anything at all; he quickly uses the clothes he’s gathered to cover himself. Blushing as red as his suit, he yips.

The butler touches his umbrella to Flash’s stomach, moving him aside as though he’s nothing more than a small, flying nuisance. “You’ve spent the last three weeks saving the world, so you’d thought you’d have an after party.”

Flash blubbers as the butler moves him aside as though he’s nothing. Yet, somehow, he gets the feeling he should apologize to the guy. He’s not about to apologize for what happened early this morning but does mumble, “Hum, Bats didn’t exactly want to, but Superman and Wonder Woman talked him into it.”

“I can only imagine,” the butler replies dryly. He makes short work of their makeshift headquarters on Earth, heading directly to the room where everybody else is still slumbering . . . and as completely out of costume as Flash himself.

“Hey, you can’t go in there!”

“Oh, yes, I can.” Alfred turns the knob, but the instant the door opens, the Batman fill its.

“Sorry I’m late, Alfred,” he says, causing Flash’s mouth to drop wide and, for once, soundlessly open. “Fill me in on what I’ve missed.”

The two walk through headquarters together and out into the bright daylight, both ignoring Flash as though he’s not even there. Left being the only one conscious again, he shakes his head. “Damn!”

The End
Tags: batman: alfred, batman: batman, justice league
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