"Clark, I see no reason why this conversation can't wait until tomorrow," Bruce stated, irritation lacing his words.

The line was secure and both sides were in private quarters; he wouldn't be using first names if he wasn't sure.

He was still in his uniform, but the cowl was off. He turned his attention to a blinking blue light on the batcomputer's console.

"Bruce, all I'm trying to say is-"

"Is that you want to know if my opinion of the matter is going to agree with yours at the JL meeting; like I said Clark, this can wait until tomorrow," Bruce interrupted.

He slightly turned his head to the sound of footsteps swiftly coming his way; Clark noticed too.

Dick slid into the frame, and dove right underneath the batcomputer, squeezing himself into Bruce's legroom, whisper yelling, "Don't tell him I'm here!"

Clark was about to ask what the ten year old was hiding from when a few moments later, he heard Alfred clear his throat, right outside of the camera frame.

"Sir, have you seen the young Master?" he inquired, British accent aloft.

"Trophy Room," Bruce lied, typing rapidly and eyes not leaving the screen.

"Goodbye Clark," he then ground out, but the Kryptonian insisted, "Wait! Dick, what did you do?!"

The kid poked his head out from underneath the console; "You see," he said with a slight grin, "It's kind of a funny and very involved story…"

"Goodbye, Clark."

*connection ended*

"The mission debrief is in the files," Canary told Batman. The sound of the Team training in the background could be heard.

"Already went over it. Not what I called for," he flatly told her.

A thud was heard from the team's training, and then Robin went, "G*dammit."

Wally, clearly amused, told him, "Dude, you can't say that. Young ears," obviously referring to Connor, who rolled his eyes.

"Fine," Robin replied, "Then Satan bless it."

All noise on both ends ceased, except for an amused snort from Wally.

"I'll… call you back," Canary ground out, disconnecting the call.

"You said he'd be here soon to relieve me," Oliver stated, looking annoyed on the screen.

He was finishing his week of being den mother, since everyone was taking turns, and was eager to leave.

"He was held up; said he would be there in a half hour. Is that all?" Batman asked, parking the Batmobile and getting out.

"I guess. How can Barry always be late, he's the fastest man alive?!" Oliver complained.

Suddenly on Oliver's end of the call, Robin's voice was heard yelling, "GET DOWN MISTER PRESIDENT!", and no more than 3 seconds later Oliver was tacked by the 13 year old, and the rest of the team dog-piled on top of them.

*signal lost*

I was trying to choose between Get down mister president and The floor is lava XD maybe next chappie, eh?