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It all starts when Bat gets a call in the watchtower, and disappear into the shadows.
The league hear a scream and, all of a sudden, batman is RUNNING to the other room, shouting for super man.
Bary is terrified. He never knew Bat's face can even MOVE like that. And maybe he take a little too long to consider it, bc by the time he gets there, Bat is holding superman to the wall and the man of steel seem to surrender.
"i'll make the call".
Now, unfortunately Barry isn't the one with super hearing. It doesn't mean he can't read body language. And he too invested, now. If he's going to die he needs to know why.
Barry try NOT to imagine who's on the other side. It.... doesn't go very well. Is it a mystical being? A WORLD CONSUMING alien?? WHO DOES THE BATMAN CALL FOR HELP??? (and why he need supes help for that?).
"ma'am", Something lighten in Batman's face. The call is answered. The saviour is nigh. Superman lean towards the phone, looking worried and scared as a lost puppy.
"No, he's OUT OF REACH!", He is walking circles in the room.
Barry's not very good at reading lips. He think there's something about blood? Colonoscopy? And maybe poison? and... Beetroot?
"oh", says The Batman. "Yes. that is.. reasonable. Of course. Thank you. Yes, he's here - just a minute".
"hi", superman look shy as he take the phone.
"yes. I'm sorry. No, it won't happen again. Yes. I'll be there. No, no need to- yes. I'm sorry. I'll bring it, i promise."
And as the two scariest being known to mankind walk out of the room, there is one thing he is sure of:
He never EVER wants to meet the Ma'am On The Phone.