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Water Balloons

Bruce rounded the corner, soaking wet. Diana stared at him, frowning, arms folded.

"I thought you said no water balloon fights in the Watchtower." She said.

He gave her a blank look, an expression he had well accomplished, not to mention the cowl helped.

"Not water balloon fight. Water Meta." He said gruffly. Diana blinked. She was sure that if it had been anyone else other than Superman, they all would've done a double take. Batman-isms weren't the easiest to interoperate—they were usually so short you had to ask him to repeat it, then ask for him to talk in English. Or French. Or Greek, in Diana's case.

"It wasn't a meta." She said defiantly.

Bruce just raised an eyebrow… Sorta. Seeing as you really couldn't see his eyebrow with his cowl on.

"Then pray tell, Princess, what was it?" He drawled, folding his arms across his chest.

"No, I mean, you never went to battle a Meta. You had a water balloon fight. Admit it." The Amazon said, a wicked smile spreading on her face.

"I don't do water balloon fights." He said before walking past her.

Diana smirked before shouting, "That's not what it says on your back!" She called.

And sure enough, on the Dark Knight's back, a note was taped.

My name is Batman. I prefer to be called Batman.

I'm an impossible old grouch, and owe Flash $1,000,2000,12318+

I just had a water balloon fight, and balloons are fun.

I'm only a little insane, but mostly mad.

I think a lot of myself, being who I am.

Being vengeance, the night as well as justice… Well, I have a full schedule.

I love you all!

♥Batman♥

"Be sure to remind Flash that when I see him, I will personally hang the no killing rule and murder him." Batman called back nonchalantly before ripping the note off his back.